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76 And always glad that I was hearing him, There came another change—a great one. Tears Rolled out at last like bullets from his eyes, And I could hear them fall down on the floor Like shoes; and they were always marking time For the song that he was singing. I have lost The greater number of his verses now, But there are some, like these, that I remember:

"Ten men?" the Captain interrupted there— "Ten men, my Euthyphron? That is beautiful. But never mind, I wish to go to sleep: Tell Cebes that I wish to go to sleep. . . . O ye of little faith, your golden plumes Are like to drag . . . par-dee!"—We may have smiled In after days to think how Killigrew Had sacrificed himself to fight that silence, But we were grateful to him, none the less; And if we smiled, that may have been the reason.