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Chapter 19 -The Last of the Log-Tom Cringle's Farewell.
"And whether we shall meet again, I know not."
Julius Caesar, VI. 114.
One fine morning about this time, we had just anchored on our return from a cruise, when I received, as I was dressing, a letter from the secretary, desiring me instantly to wait on the Admiral, as I was promoted to the rank of commander, (how I did dance and sing, my eye!
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