The Argosy — page 67: what you’re looking at

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b4 The Cruise of the Reserve Squadron. terms that perhaps it was as well they did not understand. Back to the town, debating upon the approaching entertainment: not altogether sanguine upon the point, but determined to do our duty. Crowds of people were flocking, in the intense heat and dust, across the Plaza del Toro; streams of carriages were drawing up to the principal entrance. The immense building seemed surrounded by a crowd of idlers, young and old, who, unable to afford to purchase a ticket, were on the look out for some happy chance or good natured person to admit them. Our guide left us to get places, and for about twenty minutes was battling with the crowd that swarmed round the ticket office. When he reappeared, we followed him to the entrance, and passing through the turnstile, found ourselves within a vast amphitheatre, amidst a perfect sea of faces that reflected nothing but excitement, eagerness and anticipation. Ladies fluttered their fans; a rustle of emotion seemed to run through the vast crowd; a sound like the distant surging of the sea. With feelings of wonder as to what was about to be witnessed, we took our seats and waited for the trumpets to sound. FROM AFAR OFF. Ou, my darling, when I meet thee, Will thy spirit speak to mine— Shining from thine eyes to greet me, Like a dawn-light, deeply, sweetly, Saying “I am thine ?” Or shall veil of separation Fold thee round away from me; In a holy isolation, By no passionate pulsation Stirred at sight of me? Oh! however thou shalt use me, Steadfast still my love shall stay. Out of all the world I choose thee— If I win, or if I lose thee— Thine I am for aye! ECORNIEDIOO KS .E@ im