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OLIM MEMINISSE JUVABIT 



THE Margate mullet and Madeira tunny, the 

 mullet that were, the tunny that were not, have 

 swum to the very shore of retrospect, for the sum- 

 mer that is gone completes the quarter of a century. 

 Between those Lowestoft quays in 1880 and the 

 Kentish pier in 1905 memory has ranged over 

 strange phantasy of hot seas and cold, and heaving 

 ocean and peaceful estuary ; days and nights on 

 piers, bridges, beaches, lighthouses ; summer sols- 

 tice north of the Equator ; and south of it, winter 

 months, that should be summer to anyone so 

 accustomed. Of fishing-craft reminiscence em- 

 braces such a medley as links the Berthon, which 

 we carried shoulder-high to the water's edge, and 

 the ten-thousand-ton liner flying the burgee of 

 the Union-Castle company. These and other 

 pictures shape themselves at bidding, some sharp 

 in outline, others blurred and defiant of closer 

 inspection. As the old scenes are revisited, the 

 old battles fought again, half a dozen languages,, 

 with as many more dialects, echo in the ear. Now 

 and then the mind's eye spells out some weird, 

 uncouth word like Koder, Machiowler, Chut, and. 



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