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?HE SEA-SERPENT. 
Fair tints, that, still abiding, 
Detain us as we pass, 
Is lost; but ah ! the losing 
Is of little loss to you, — 
Each mirror of your choosing 
Reflects a warmer hue. 
hi. 
Reflected and reflective, 
Through life in beauty go, 
And may each gay perspective 
Some more brilliant vista show. 
Next morning, at the break of day, the signal- 
gun was duly fired, and every yacht got under way. 
The wind blew fresh, and all desired to be at 
Gloucester by noon, — and so they were. Just 
off the port, and with their glasses, very soon they 
saw the windmill, and the fort. Here, as the 
breeze more gently blew, at Hunt’s command, 
some yachts laid to, while some stood off and on, 
to see and hunt his Snakeship’s Majesty. At 
