in his ears" for a long time. Headache and disagreeable sensations in the ears are encountered by every diver at first, and these disagreeable experiences recur to him when he resumes diving after having been long out of practice, or when he goes to an unusual depth. They are due to the pressure of the air in the diving dress, a pressure which increases as the diver descends. Some suffer sufficiently to prevent them ever making a second trial; but those healthy athletic men who are mostly to be found practising the diver's calling are not supposed to be subject to any disease specially attributable to the nature of their work. But should anything be wrong with the diver-if he have but a simple cold— it tells upon his capacity for diving work. Accordingly he may not trifle with his constitution, and wise experienced divers are careful about what they drink. Many of them are absolute teetotallers, and think it the height of unwisdom to stimulate themselves with alcohol when at work. The Daily News.

"OH, where is the knight or the squire so bold
As to dive to the howling charybdis below?-
I cast in the whirlpool a goblet of gold,

And o'er it already the dark waters flow;
Whoever to me may the goblet bring,
Shall have for his guerdon that gift of his king."

He spoke, and the cup from the terrible steep,

That, rugged, and hoary, hung over the verge Of the endless and measureless world of the deep, Swirl'd into the maelstrom that madden'd the surge, "And where is the diver so stout to go

I ask ye again—to the deep below?"

And the knights and the squires that gather'd around, Stood silent-and fix'd on the ocean their eyes; They look'd on the dismal and savage Profound,

And the peril chill'd back every thought of the prize;

And thrice spoke the monarch-"The cup to win,
Is there never a wight who will venture in ?"

And all as before heard in silence the king

Till a youth with an aspect unfearing but gentle,
'Mid the tremulous squires, stept out from the ring,
Unbuckling his girdle, and doffing his mantle;
And the murmuring crowd, as they parted asunder,
On the stately boy cast their looks of wonder.

As he strode to the marge of the summit, and gave
One glance on the gulf of that merciless main,
Lo! the wave that for ever devours the wave,

Casts roaringly up the charybdis again;
And, as with the swell of the far thunder-boom,
Rushes foamingly forth from the heart of the gloom.

And it bubbles and seethes, and it hisses and roars,
As when fire is with water commix'd and contending,
And the spray of its wrath to the welkin up-soars,
And flood upon flood hurries on, never-ending.
And it never will rest, nor from travail be free,
Like a sea that is labouring the birth of a sea.

Yet, at length, comes a lull o'er the mighty commotion, As the whirlpool sucks into black smoothness the swell Of the white-foaming breakers-and cleaves through the ocean.

A path that seems winding in darkness to hell.

still driven,

Like a gorge thro' the mountainous main thunder-riven !

The youth gave his trust to his Maker! Before

That path through the riven abyss closed againHark! a shriek from the crowd rang aloft from the shore, And, behold he is whirl'd in the grasp of the main ' And o'er him the breakers mysteriously roll'd, And the giant-mouth closed on the swimmer so bold.

O'er the surface grim silence lay dark; but the crowd Heard the wail from the deep murmur hollow and fell;

They hearken and shudder, lamenting aloud

"Gallant youth-noble heart-fare-thee-well, farethee-well!

More hollow and more wails the deep on the earMore dread and more dread grows suspense in its fear.

may

If thou shouldst in those waters thy diadem fling,
And cry, "Who
find it shall win it and wear;
God wot, though the prize were the crown of a king—
A crown at such hazard were valued too dear.

For never shall lips of the living reveal

What the deeps that howl yonder in terror conceal.

Oh, many a bark, to that breast grappled fast,
Has gone down to the fearful and fathomless grave
Again, crash'd together the keel and the mast,

To be seen, toss'd aloft in the glee of the wave.Like the growth of a storm ever louder and clearer, Grows the roar of the gulf rising nearer and nearer.

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