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Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, 

 yare ! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. 

 Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough ! 



SHAKESPEAKE. The Tempest. 



COREIE : Tuesday, August 26. 



AT Corrie there are no yachts. Of this we 

 have little right to complain : even in Eden 

 there were omissions. At the same time we had 

 set our minds upon having at least one short 

 cruise under canvas ; and, after many protracted 

 sessions, the boys carried a resolution in favour 

 of our hiring for a day the best and trimmest 

 trading- smack that we could find. We fixed on 

 the Blue Bell because she was the handsomest 

 and cleanest-looking craft ; and then we confided 

 our intentions to Willie M'Niven, the younger 



