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or that other infinitely more beautiful flower who wandered
my luck; and since I am writing in eulogy of seamen I feel
point of view. He was a large, strong man with a guileless
I went about amongst my fellow men, who welcomed me with
to sleep, rose and wandered out into the garden. The Hon.
What spirit was it that inspired the unfailing manifestations
approached the quarterdeck we perceived the steward, a
arts and sciences, on the inward beauty of all things —