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the Captain.
"And yet to the philosophic eye, or whatever it is," replied the first
lieutenant, "they may be said to have been getting drunk since they
came aboard."
"I do not know if you always follow my thought, Mr. Spoker," returned
the Captain gently. "But let us proceed."
In the powder magazine they found an old salt smoking his pipe.
"Good God," cried the Captain, "what are you about?"
"Well, sir," said the old salt, apologetically, "they told me as she were
going down."
"And suppose she were?" said the Captain. "To the philosophic eye,
there would be nothing new in our position. Life, my old shipmate, life,
at any moment and in any view, is as dangerous as a sinking ship; and
yet it is man's handsome fashion to carry umbrellas, to wear
indiarubber over-shoes, to begin vast works, and to conduct himself in
every way as if he might hope to be eternal. And for my own poor part
I should despise the man who, even on board a sinking ship, should
omit to take a pill or to wind up his watch. That, my friend, would not
be the human attitude."
"I beg pardon, sir," said Mr. Spoker. "But what is precisely the
difference between shaving in a sinking ship and smoking in a powder
magazine?"
"Or doing anything at all in any conceivable circumstances?" cried the
Captain. "Perfectly conclusive; give me a cigar!"
Two minutes afterwards the ship blew up with a glorious detonation.

III - THE TWO MATCHES.
ONE day there was a traveller in the woods in California, in the dry

season, when the Trades were blowing strong. He had ridden a long
way, and he was tired and hungry, and dismounted from his horse to
smoke a pipe. But when he felt in his pocket he found but two matches.
He struck the first, and it would not light.
"Here is a pretty state of things!" said the traveller. "Dying for a smoke;
only one match left; and that certain to miss fire! Was there ever a
creature so unfortunate? And yet," thought the traveller, "suppose I
light this match, and smoke my pipe, and shake out the dottle here in
the grass - the grass might catch on fire, for it is dry like tinder; and
while I snatch out the flames in front, they might evade and run behind
me, and seize upon yon bush of poison oak; before I could reach it, that
would have blazed up; over the bush I see a pine tree hung with moss;
that too would fly in fire upon the instant to its topmost bough; and the
flame of that long torch - how would the trade wind take and brandish
that through the inflammable forest! I hear this dell roar in a moment
with the joint voice of wind and fire, I see myself gallop for my soul,
and the flying conflagration chase and outflank me through the hills; I
see this pleasant forest burn for days, and the cattle roasted, and the
springs dried up, and the farmer ruined, and his children cast upon the
world. What a world hangs upon this moment!"
With that he struck the match, and it missed fire.
"Thank God!" said the traveller, and put his pipe in his pocket.

IV. - THE SICK MAN AND THE FIREMAN.
THERE was once a sick man in a burning house, to whom there
entered a fireman.
"Do not save me," said the sick man. "Save those who are strong."
"Will you kindly tell me why?" inquired the fireman, for he was a civil
fellow.
"Nothing could possibly be fairer," said the sick man. "The strong
should be preferred in all cases, because they are of more service in the
world."
The fireman pondered a while, for he was a man of some philosophy.
"Granted," said he at last, as apart of the roof fell in; "but for the sake
of conversation, what would you lay down as the proper service of the
strong?"
"Nothing can possibly be easier," returned the sick man; "the proper

service of the strong is to help the weak."
Again the fireman reflected, for there was nothing hasty about this
excellent creature. "I could forgive you being sick," he said at last, as a
portion of the wall fell out, "but I cannot bear your being such a fool."
And with that he heaved up his fireman's axe, for he was eminently just,
and clove the sick man to the bed.

V. - THE DEVIL AND THE INNKEEPER.
ONCE upon a time the devil stayed at an inn, where no one knew him,
for they were people whose education had been neglected. He was bent
on mischief, and for a time kept everybody