you can scan them by the aid of a powerful glass--of your favourite
compound.

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[Illustration: "THE SWEET LITTLE CHERUB THAT SITS UP ALOFT."

(_Modern Version, as it must be_.)]

["The Associated Chamber of Commerce ask that the Coastguard
stations, shore-lighthouses, rock lighthouses, and light-ships
of the United Kingdom, should, as far as possible, be
connected by telegraph or telephone with the general telegraph
system of the country, 'as a means for the protection of life
and property, as well as for national defence.'... France and
America, Holland and Denmark, provide their seamen with this
great safeguard in the hour of their utmost need. IS England
content to let her sailors die by hundreds for want of a
little money, or for want of a little care?"--_Times_.]

_Prospero_. Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

_Ariel_. Close by, my master.

_Prospero_. But are they, Ariel, safe?

_Ariel_. Not a hair perish'd.

_Tempest_, Act I., Scene 2.