ЭТО САМ ТЕКСТI objected to the sea trip strongly. A sea trip does you good when you are going to have (8) couple of months of it, but, for a week, it is wicked. You start on Monday with the idea implanted in your bosom that you are going to enjoy yourself. You wave an airy adieu to the boys on shore, light your biggest pipe, and swagger about the deck as if you were Captain Cook, Sir Francis Drake, and Christopher Columbus all rolled into one. On Tuesday, you wish you (9 On Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, you wish you (10)dead. On Saturday, you (11) to swallow a little beef tea, and to sit up on deck, and answer with a wan, sweet smile when kind-hearted people ask you (12) now. On Sunday, you begin to walk about again, and take solid food. And on Monday morning, as, with your bag and umbrella in your hand, you stand by the gunwale, waiting to step ashore; you begin to thoroughly like it.I remember my brother-in-law going for a short sea trip once, for the benefit of his health. He took a return berth from London to Liverpool; and when he got to Liverpool, the only thing he was anxious about was to sell that return ticket.It (13)round the town at a tremendous reduction, so I am told; and was eventually sold for eighteen pence to a bilious-looking youth who (14) by his medical men (15) to the sea-side, and take exercise."Sea-side!" said my brother-in-law, pressing the ticket affectionately into his hand; "why, you'll have enough to last you a lifetime; and as for exercise! why, you'll get more exercise, sitting down on that ship, than you would turning somersaults on dry land."He himself - my brother-in-law - came back by (16) train. He said the North- Western Railway (17) healthy enough for him.