Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet the angel must hang!

Top-heavy was the ship as a dinnerless student with all Aristotle in his head.

A noble craft, but somehow a most melancholy! All noble things are touched with that.

There's magic in the water that draws all men away form the land, that leads them over hills, down creeks and streams and rivers to the sea.

The profound calm which only apparently precedes and prophesies of the storm, is perhaps more awful than the storm itself; for indeed, the calm is but the wrapper and envelop of the storm, and contains it in itself, as the seemingly harmless rifle holds the fatal powder, and the ball, and the explosion.

To anybody who can hold the Present at its worth without being inappreciative of the Past, it may be forgiven, if to such an one the solitary old hulk at Portsmouth, Nelson's Victory, seems to float there, not alone as the decaying monument of a fame incorruptible, but also as a poetic approach, softened by its picturesqueness, to the Monitors and yet mightier hulls of the European ironclads.

Be sure of this, O young ambition, all mortal greatness is but disease.