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Like Johnson's, too, but still from a loftier plane, a great deal of his thought has a direct bearing on the immediate life and interests of men. His genius was not a St. Elmo's fire, as it so often is with mere poets, as it was in Shelley, for example, playing in ineffectual flame about the points of his thought, but was interfused with his whole nature and made a part of his very being.
"Oh, mon! what's that?" he exclaimed, pointing to the main-topmast head, which appeared crowned by a ball of pale fire. "It has a curious appearance; though I never saw it before, my brother Jack has told me about it. It is a sort of Jack-o'-lantern, or Will-o'-the-wisp, or, as Gerald once called it, `Saint Vitus' dance. I believe he meant to say Saint Elmo's fire."
Balthazard had ceased his lamentations; we all kept silence; from time to time I only uttered these words: "Take courage, boys, we shall reach the shore." Our position then became much worse, for night set in. The rain continued to pour in torrents, the wind increased in fury. From time to time we received some light from globes of fire, like what the sailors call "Saint Elmo's fire."
The man was laughing to himself and playing with leaves that danced at his feet under the wind. It can't have been far from the town, because Joe heard St. Elmo's bell ringin' and he could hear the sea quite plain. He ..." The voice seemed to trail off again into the distance; Harry's thoughts were with his future. What was he to do?
Elmo back to his duty to his old noble self! Oh! Edna, my child! if you could know how I love and thank you! How I long to fold you in my arms so! and call you my daughter! Edna Murray St. Elmo's wife! Ah! how proud I shall be of my own daughter!
While she felt it difficult to realize that her writings had found favor in Mr. Manning's critical eyes, she thanked God that she was considered worthy of communicating; with her race through the medium of a magazine so influential and celebrated. She thought it probable that Mr. Manning had written her a few lines, and wondered whether at that moment a letter was not hidden in St. Elmo's pocket.
As the weird illumination continued its fantastic gambols, little points of light began moving about the deck. Just then Caradoc's grave voice hazarded: "That must be an extraordinary display of St. Elmo's fire. I should say a storm was brewing." "Would St. Elmo's fire 'urt th' vessel, sir?" asked a cockney. "Not at all," replied the Englishman.
Yet rigid as they were there was nothing about either rays or orbs that suggested either hardness or the metallic. They were vaporous, soft as St. Elmo's fire, the witch lights that cling at times to the spars of ships, weird gleaming visitors from the invisible ocean of atmospheric electricity.
"I'd like to go over and see," went on Leonard. "I want one man to row with me. We want to go light and fast." "That's me, sir." Greer moved instantly to the rope ladder where the dinghy was tied. Madden followed him. Caradoc was still explaining the theory of St. Elmo's fire to the listening men. Madden broke in on it. "Fellows," he called, "Greer and I are going to row over there.
Hammond; but as winter advanced they wrote more rarely and hurriedly, and finally, many weeks elapsed without bringing any tidings from Le Bocage. St. Elmo's name was never mentioned, and while the girl's heart ached, she crushed it more ruthlessly day by day, and in retaliation imposed additional and unremitting toil upon her brain. Mr.
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