It ran thus,-- 'Ay, my good Cousin,--So I expected-- 'Suave mari magno turbantibus aequora ventis E terra magnum alterius spectare laborem.

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Pleasant and easy for you Protestants (for I will call you what you are, in spite of your own denials, a truly consistent and logical Protestant--and therefore a Materialist)--easy for you, I say, to sit on the shore, in cold, cruel self-satisfaction, and tell the poor wretch buffeting with the waves what he ought to do while he is choking and drowning.

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