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THE SEA-SERPENT. 
alone for those should vve pour forth the tide of 
sympathy. Let beauty’s blooming cheek grow 
dim for all who dared the desperate fight ; but 
blush, blush deeper still, for him who dares not 
deem his country right . Yes, though I deeply 
war despise, and hate it as a deadly sin, the love 
of country still denies the thought that foes the 
field should win. Too much of this ; — that war 
is past; O, may it truly be c our last ’ ! 
iii. 
“ My men were bold, for they were old ; but 
one turned round and said to Ben, i This is a 
savage beast, I’m told ; I wish I was on board 
again. I fought with Perry on the lakes; but 
hang me if I fight with snakes ! ’ We recon¬ 
noitred him, and he very leisurely eyed us keen¬ 
ly ; he did n’t seem disposed to flee, but took 
our visit quite serenely. Just then a boat the 
Northmen sent, and, quickly to our frigate row¬ 
ing, begged leave to tell to Captain Bent some¬ 
thing that they thought worth his knowing. In 
