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Mr. Midshipman Easy

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Frederick Marryat
Frederick Marryat

Frederick Marryat was a British writer and naval officer, born on July 10, 1792, and died on August 9, 1848. He is best known for his naval-themed works, particularly the 'Peter' series, which had a profound impact on children's literature. more

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