Says the Cap'n to the Crew, We have slipped the Revenue, I can see the cliffs of Dover on the lee: Tip the signal to the Swan, And anchor broadside on, And out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie, Says the Cap'n: Out with the kegs of Eau-de-Vie. Says the Lander to his men, Get your grummets on the pin, There's a blue light burning out at sea. The windward anchors creep, And the Gauger's fast asleep, And the kegs are bobbing one, two, three, Says the Lander: The kegs are bobbing one, two, three. But the bold Preventive man Primes the powder in his pan And cries to the Posse, Follow me. We will take...

I shall first speak of one evening in the fall of the year 1757. It must have been late in October, though I have forgotten the exact date, and I sat in the little front parlour reading after tea. My aunt had few books; a Bible, a Common Prayer, and some volumes of sermons are all that I can recollect now; but the Reverend Mr. Glennie, who taught us village children, had lent me a story-book, full of interest and adventure, called the Arabian Nights Entertainment.

The Lost Stradivarius is a ghost story written by John Meade Falkner. The action centers around a Stradivarius violin which seems to have mysterious powers. John Meade Falkner was an English novelist and poet. Falkner was also a successful businessman who became the chairman of an arms manufacturer during World War I. Today Falkner is best known for his novels Moonfleet, The Lost Stradivarius, and The Nebuly Coat.