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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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n than I, and he declared in favour of ghosts. I would notpresume to contradict Dr. Johnson. If he were here I know that Ishould get the worst of it, and as he is not here, I will not take a -mean advantage. So I beg to vote for Dr. Johnson—and the ghosts. Nine oclock had struck some time, and Mauleverer suggestedthat unless we wished to prolong our stay at Gibraltar ad infinitum,it was time to make for the Baiavia, I believe that I should have dreamed on until midnight had Ibeen alone—and awakened to destitution. Fortunately, as I havealready said, Mauleverer was not poetical. He never indulges indreams and visions. He has little imagination. He is one of thosehappy men who live in the present, and never trouble themselvesabout the past and the future. He has a strong nervous system wellunder control. Southern nights and starry firmaments, and a full H -;/ Q K // < O u O 3 hJ Di *fo^ J < w ^
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VOL. XLVII. 66 On Board the ^^ Baiavia.^ moon, round as a shield and bright as silver—he accepts all thesethings from their practical, not their romantic side. No doubt hedoes well. He loses the delights of your highly-wrought tempera-ments, but he escapes all the pain. So we left the Alameda to its solitude, and turning to the left,were presently stopped by a portcullis, where sentries were on thequi-vive. Qui va la ? cried one, in stern, regimental tones—as ifGibraltar had been under siege, and we the advance of the enemy.Or rather, Who goes there ? he said, in plain, unmistakableEnglish, Friend, we replied. For the Batavia^ sir? Pass on. And the gates were opened, and we went through and were free.A moment before we had felt very like prisoners. At the landing-stage we found the very boat that had brought uson shore, and singularly enough, the very same passengers who hadcome ashore with us, including the good and admirable parson.They were all armed with bags of grapes, and de

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