The Mariners of England
Glad eyes shall shoreward turn
In danger's night. Behold, brave hearts,
Where the Star of Hope doth burn!
Science, tired by Humanity,
Their grateful song shall flow
To the fame of your name,
When the storm has ceased to blow;
When the storm is o'er, and they're safe ashore,
Thanks to Hope's beacon-glow!
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_Q._ Are there any Lighthouses away from the Coast?--_A._ Certainly. _Q._
Where?--_A._ In London. _Q._ Name them.--_A._ The Comedy, Toole's, the
Opéra Comique, and Strand. All Light-and-leading Houses.
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[Illustration: A SNUB.
"FIFTY GUINEAS FOR A BOA AND A MUFF! THAT'S RATHER DEAR, ISN'T IT?"
"WE DON'T KEEP CATSKIN, MADAM!"]
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