As For Myself, The Wonderful Sea Charmed

But Where, After All, Would Be The Poetry Of The Sea Were There No Wild Waves?

I Once Knew A Writer Who, After Saying Beautiful Things About The Sea, Passed Through A Pacific Hurricane, And He Became A Changed Man.

Now, It It Well Known That One Cannot Step On A Tack Without Saying Something About It.

Was The Crew Well? Was I Not? I Had Profited In Many Ways By The Voyage. I Had Even Gained Flesh, And Actually Weighed A Pound More Than When I Sailed From Boston.

Nothing Escapes The Vigilance Of The New South Wales Police; Their Reputation Is Known The World Over.