A chaplain is the minister of the Prince of Peace serving the host of the God of War--Mars. As such, he is as incongruous as a musket would be on the altar at Christmas. Why, then, is he there? Because he indirectly subserves the purpose attested by the cannon; because too he lends the sanction of the religion of the meek to that which practically is the abrogation of everything but brute Force.

For all his tattooings he was on the whole a clean, comely looking cannibal.

Youth is immortal; Tis the elderly only grow old!

You must have plenty of sea-room to tell the truth in.

Leviathan is not the biggest fish; — I have heard of Krakens.

I have the satisfaction of knowing that it is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much the same way--either in a physical or metaphysical point of view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content.

Aid my disillusionment, my friend!