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202 Side by side as it was always, each one with a word of cheer For the other, and for his sake bravely choking back the tear. Side by side, their pain or pastime never yet seemed good for one; But whenever pain came, each in secret wished the other gone.

You who stop at home and saunter o'er your flower-scattered path, With life's corners velvet-cushioned, have you seen a tyrant's wrath?— Wrath, the rude and reckless demon, not the drawing-room display Of an anger led by social lightning-rods upon its way. Ah! my friends, wrath's raw materials on the land may sometimes be, But the manufactured article is only found at sea.

And the wrath of old-man Sculpin was of texture Number One: