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THE LAST CRUISE OF THE MIEANDA. 



" Hark, hark I the dogs do bark, 

 The wild men are coining to town — 

 Some in rags, and some with jags. 

 And some with eider-down." 



For a few eider-down quilts had been saved from the spoils. 



The dinner at the Sydney Hotel was indeed " a happy 

 time/' as Captain Dixon remarks in his log. The two cap- 

 tains, Dixon and Farrell, were the heroes of the occasion ; 

 and the excellent repast, gotten up under the special super- 

 vision of the genial presiding genius of the hotel, Colonel 



SYDNEY HOTEL-MORNING AFTER THE DINNER. 



Granger, was to us, after our limited meals on the schooner, 

 a veritable feast of the gods. The dining-hall was draped 

 with American and English flags, and with the flags of the 

 Cleveland Yacht Club and of Harvard and Yale — the ban- 



