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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Westward Ho! by Charles Kingsley: To fly unto my true love, a waiting at the door,
To wed her with a goold ring, and plough the main no moor."
Here Yeo broke in--
"Aren't you ashamed, John Squire, to your years, singing such
carnal vanities, after all the providences you have seen? Let the
songs of Zion be in your mouth, man, if you must needs keep a
caterwauling all day like that."
"You sing 'em yourself then, gunner."
"Well," says Yeo, "and why not?" And out he pulled his psalm-book,
and began a scrap of the grand old psalm--
"Such as in ships and brittle barks
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