The sun saw the Ranger lying midway over channel at the head of the Irish Sea; England, Scotland, and Ireland, with all their lofty cliffs, being as simultaneously as plainly in sight beyond the grass-green waters, as the City Hall, St.Paul's, and the Astor House, from the triangular Park in New York.

The three kingdoms lay covered with snow, far as the eye could reach.
"Ah, Yellow-hair," said Paul, with a smile, "they show the white flag, the cravens.

And, while the white flag stays blanketing yonder heights, we'll make for Whitehaven, my boy.

I promised to drop in there a moment ere quitting the country for good.

Israel, lad, I mean to step ashore in person, and have a personal hand in the thing.