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"Oh, where be these gay Spaniards, Which make so great a boast O? Oh, they shall eat the gray-goose feather, And we shall eat the roast O! " Cornish Song.
What if the spectators who last summer gazed with just pride upon the noble port of Plymouth, its vast breakwater spanning the Sound, its arsenals and docks, its two estuaries filled with gallant ships, and watched the great screw-liners turning within their own length by force invisible, or threading the crowded fleets with the ease of the tiniest boat, -- what if, by some magic turn, the nineteenth century, and all the magnificence of its wealth and science, had vanished -- as it may vanish hereafter -- and they had found themselves thrown back three hundred years into the pleasant summer days of 1588?