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A JOVIAL CEEW. 
Here's a kinger/' cries one of tke sailors, as lie 
fists ” a noble salmon. 
“ Only a loader,” cries anotlier, casting liigli up 
among the bushes an ugly brown Tetraodon. 
Here’s an adjective big turbot,” says a short 
man, with a rubicund proboscis. 
‘‘ Here’s shrimp sauce for the turbot,” says a long, 
pale boy, with a squint in his eye, picking up 
prawns three inches long. 
“ Here,” sings out another of the jovial crew, “is 
a curio for the Doctor.” 
With that, a haiiy man of the sea brought me 
a large, yellow, somewhat apathefic crab, with the 
query, “Please, sir, is this any good ; I never seed 
another like ’im 1 ” I thanked him com’teously, and 
took possession of a splendid, perfect, living specimen 
of Telmessus serratus, a rare crab of goodly size. 
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The remark of the “ needy knifegrinder ” to the 
compassionate gentleman who inquired into his 
histoiy, “Story! God bless you, I have none to 
tell, sir,” will equally apply to me. And yet, as I 
