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| see a storm and a shipwreck, you'll change your mind, I think, in regard to this matter. Mr Denham did go to the coast, and, did see a storm and a shipwreck, but whether this prediction ever came true is a point that shall not be revealed at this part of our narrative. CHAPTER TWO. IN WHICH MORE IMPORTANT PERSONAGES ARE INTRODUCED, AND DISPLAY THEIR CHARACTERS BY THEIR ACTIONS MORE OR LESS. The Three Jolly Tars was one of those low taverns where seamen were t to congregatenot _because_ it was a low tavern, but because there was no other sort of tavernhigh or lowin that neighbourhood. The world (that is to say, the delicatelynurtured and carefullytended world) is apt to form erroneous opinions in regard to low taverns, and degradation, and alone would be no argument, inasmuch as the same may be affirmed of men who rejoice in low taverns), but to be utterly incapable of higher enjoyment out of them. Let a pig out of his stye, afford him every conceivable opportunity of intellectual and physical improvement, and he will carefully search out the nearest mudholeunhappy until he finds itwill thrust not only his nose but his body into it, and will find supreme enjoyment in wallowing in the mire; and no blame to him for this; he is grumpish by nature. Yes, a low tavern is beneath the level of a pigstye! Nevertheless, as it is possible that, _for a time_, man may, go now. But consider, uncle, entreated Guy, this is no ordinary charity. A lifeboat there might be the means of saving hundreds of lives; and oh! if you could have seen, as I did, the despairing faces of these poor people as they clung to the rigging scarcely a stone'scast from the shore, on which the waves beat so furiously that no boat except a lifeboat could have lived for a moment; if you could have heard, as I did, the wild shriek of despair as the masts went by the board, and plunged |
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