The other night, when we were heading off a steamer and firing six-pounders across her bows, the band was playing the "star" song from the Meistersinger.

Wagner and War struck me as the most fin de siecle idea of war that I had ever heard of.

The nights have been perfectly beautiful, full of moonlight, when we sit on deck and smoke.

It is like looking down from the roof of a high building.

Yesterday they brought a Spanish officer on board, he had been picked up in a schooner with his orderly.