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who readily went in quest of the Doctor. Upon 

 his return he reported that the would-be fisherman 

 had been asleep, but was now dressing and would 

 be down very soon. The minutes passed, the tide 

 was ebbing, and no Doctor. Finally I suggested 

 to the watchman that he make another trip to see 

 if he could not accelerate the Doctor's motions. 

 Reappearing after a little, the watchman said, 

 " What do you think ? That miserable old cuss 

 had gone sound asleep again." " What a fall was 

 there, my countrymen ! " The D. D., the LL. D., 

 the eloquent preacher, the famous lecturer, the 

 renowned defender of the " faith once delivered to 

 the saints," the man whose name is a household 

 word among those affiliated with one of our largest 

 Protestant bodies catalogued as a " miserable old 

 cuss ! " 



Here we are, at the pier. Confess now, that for 

 unadulterated pleasure a sail such as we've just 

 had beats motoring, whether on land or water, 

 out of sight. Independent of the wind in a motor 

 boat? Yes, but not of the sputtering and chugging 

 and smell. Remember what Tennyson says in 

 Locksley Hall? I don't know that I can quote it 

 accurately, but the idea is that a day in a cat-boat 

 is better than a thousand years in a naphtha launch. 



