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ing themselves against the cliffs, seemed ready to swallow up all that opposed them."
" Oh ! the beautiful pier," cried Lewis, " what became of it then?"
" It was safe," replied his papa: " amid the contending elements, there it stood, stretching out into the sea, now almost hidden beneath the swelling waters, now showing its graceful form uninjured above the retiring waves. Some of the outworks alone were carried away; the pier itself remained entire. But, my children, I thought less at that moment of this beautiful structure, than of such of my fellow-creatures as were wanderers on ocean's troubled breast: the thought of the hardships they must have endured in that night of
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