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

On This Day There Was Soon Wind Enough And To Spare. The Same Might Have Been Said Of The Sea. The Spray Was In The Midst Of The Turbulent Gulf Stream Itself. She Was Jumping Like A Porpoise Over The Uneasy Waves

To Young Men Contemplating A Voyage I Would Say Go.

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

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