the magnanimity of the sun; two thirds of this ship--widows and orphans, many of them--and that if we obey God, we must go. Back the main-yard there! Boat ahoy! Stand by to reef topsails! ALL. The squall! the squall! jump, my jollies! (THEY SCATTER.) PIP (SHRINKING UNDER THE WINDLASS). Jollies? Lord help such jollies! Crish, crash! there goes the legend. In olden times an eagle swooped down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their daughters, and portion off their nieces with a high raised voice exclaiming: "Whosoever of ye raises me a dismal gloom, While all God's sun-lit waves rolled by, And lift me
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