There's Magic In The Water

All The World Over, The Picturesque Yields To The Pocketesque.

If You Can Get Nothing Better Out Of The World, Get A Good Dinner Out Of It, At Least.

The Drama's Done. Why Then Here Does Any One Step Forth? — Because One Did Survive The Wreck.

The Sailor Is Frankness, The Landsman Is Finesse. Life Is Not A Game With The Sailor, Demanding The Long Head--no Intricate Game Of Chess Where Few Moves Are Made In Straight-forwardness And Ends Are Attained By Indirection, An Oblique, Tedious, Barren Game Hardly Worth That Poor Candle Burnt Out In Playing It.

In Childhood, Death Stirred Me Not; In Middle Age, It Pursued Me Like A Prowling Bandit On The Road; Now, Grown An Old Man, It Boldly Leads The Way, And Ushers Me On.