not for such friends as we have seen to day, the shadows would deepen over my soul, as they do even now, while we emerge from the wood, over the valley. But see how gloriously the sunset touches the hill! What a mist of gold and purple! And away yonder, directly in the eye of the sunset, is the window of my chamber, all on fire. But the ocean is cold, and those far eastern sails that were so bright, look like spectres wandering on the verge of nothingness. As night comes on they would come to land, only that the watchful moon is already preparing to set her mild eye upon them while we sleep.

Here we have reached a by-path which will conduct me by a shorter way across the pastures and beaches to my home. And here, Reader, with many thanks for your courtesy, and hoping you have not been wearied, I will bid you farewell. May we meet again!

To keeps

of

pride. We are

frailty,

هلند

يه

reday

مدهنه

right relation with the world;
meister holde
it in frounds scoom, like the solitary me
being, carmed along by shifting & hurried fed
ings, & vague & careless notions of things, like to
world's man. We do not take novelty for improve
ment, or set up vogue for a ride of conduct. Nat
an do wes despans, as if all great virtues had depart
ed with the years gone by, though we see new vices,
fraisties, & follies taking growth in the very light
which is spreadin
as for
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the es

R. H.Dana: From Domestic Life.

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William H. Prescott.