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The table hurled itself, to our surprise, At Lingard, and anon rapped eagerly: "When earth is cold and there is no more sea, There will be what was Lingard. Otherwise, Why lure the race to ruin through the skies? And why have Leffingwell, or Calverly?"— "I wish the ghost would give his name," said he; And searching gratitude was in his eyes.