A MAHOMMADAN SHIP FIREMAN.

By Francis William Lauderdale Adams

Up from the oven pit,

The hell where poor men toil,

At the sunset hour he comes

Clean-clothed, washed from soil.

On the fo'c' s'le head he kneels,

His face to the hallowed West.

He prays, and bows and prays.

Does he pray for death and rest?