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cabin rose, Phoenix-like, from its ashes. It is now the 

 envy of the passing traveller ; and as the old couple close 

 their wooden door at night, they pray for the Master's 

 long life, and bless God that * a pound of powder blew 

 up at their fire-side.' 



" But see ! old John's signal flies at the flag-staff. 

 In with that endless spillet, Pattigo ! Pshaw ! red 

 gurnets, codlings, flat-fish, with skates and rays eter- 

 nally. Now, out reefs — on with the big jib — nay, my 

 dear Colonel, I am commander. Ease away the sheets. 

 Ha ! she stoops to it ! Hish ! she travels. Carry on, 

 Pattigo — the Colonel is aboard, ' Ccesarem vehis ! ' 

 She does scrape the sand a little ; but we are fairly over 

 the bar — John's dinner signal would make any man 

 a hero." 



