DEDICATED TO JAMES CABLE (COXSWAIN).

The Norwegian barque " Winifred" was wrecked on November 11th, 1891, off Aldeburgh; the saving of the crew and a young Newfoundland dog was accomplished by the Aldeburgh Lifeboat, for which service Mr. Cable received the Silver Medal of the National Lifeboat Institution.

THE Lifeboat! The Lifeboat!
Run her down to the beach;
See yonder ship's sinking,
She has just sprung a leak.
Who'll volunteer to make up a crew?
I will, and I will, said not a few.

The boat quickly was manned
And pulled from the shore,
She sped o'er the seas
As she had oft done before,
On an errand of mercy and duty combined,
Firmly resolved to leave no one behind.

Come pull all together, send her along,
Ease not for a moment,
Should a storm, it come on,
Let the landsmen all see
What we sailors can do,
In risking our lives
To save yonder ship's crew.

On, on, then we pulled
Against a swift running tide;
Midnight, it was passed,
Ere we came alongside;
Come heave to my hearties,
For we are just in good time,
See how low she has sunk
O'er her deep water line.

Then off that doomed vessel
We took all her crew;
As the daylight was dawning,
The coast came in view
Thinking there nothing
For us to do more,
We boldly pulled from her,
And steered for the shore.

But scarce had we gone
Fifty yards on our way,
When a low- plaintive bark
Is heard through the gale;
Ave, aye, says the skipper,
She will sink like a log,
Who'll risk his life to save that of a dog?
Up sprang a young fisherman, stalwart and bold,
I will, cries he, for it's down in the hold.

Then quickly throwing off part of his clothes,
And taking a header, in the billows he goes;
Brave lad ! See how manfully he struggles on,
He is risking his life
To save that of a dog.

He reaches the vessel
By the aid of a chain,
Then slowly climbs up
On board her again;
He throws off the hatch,
Grasps the brute by the neck,
As quickly he lands him out on the deck;
The ship at this moment went down on her lee,
Dog and his rescuer are in the trough of the sea.

Back, back, went the boat,
Every oar, it was strained,
Back o'er those rolling billows again,
As the voice of the skipper,
It rang out on high,
Let none of us leave
That brave lad to die.

Every muscle is set, each eye scans the sea;
The first to come up is the dog
From the deep;
Quickly the brute takes a long look around,
You can read his dumb mind - is my rescuer found?
The moments flew by as the billows they scanned,
But the eye of that dog was quicker than man's,
For with a bark and a bound,
Straight as a red,
Quick ! Quick! Cries the skipper,
And follow that dog.

On, on, went the brute,
With the boat in the rear,
And from each manly heart
There came a loud cheer;
For on the crest of a wave,
He is seen all afloat ;
Though exhausted, he's struggling
To reach the lifeboat.

But a friend is not far in that hour of need
As quickly towards him the dog it does speed
And in the twink of an eye,
'Ere the waves could him swallow,
That faithful dumb brute
Grasped the lad by the collar.

And now for the lifeboat and its
Brave noble crew,
Who, fearless of danger,
Their duty will do;
They dash alongside,
And the dog gives a bark,
As the lad he is quickly
hauled into the ark.

The boat's put about,
And the dog took aboard;
Once more cries the skipper,
Let us pull for the shore.
Soon the sound of the rowlocks,
The land it does reach,
Willing hands by the dozen,
Haul her on to the beach.

Old England! Look after
Thy sons on the sea;
For the time it will come
When wanted they'll be,
To uphold the honour of Country and Queen
On the sea, to the whole world,
Prove Britannia supreme.

Once more we're on land,
All safe and sound;
For the crew of the lifeboat,
Let your voices resound
And ring to the echo,
These words that shall ryhme,-
Thank God! All are saved.
No one's left behind.