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My young companion at the same time called for his carriage, and we set out by moon-light, on our return. As we went along, he asked me how I had been amused—a question I declined answering, until I could find words to express all the delightful recollections and sympathies of my earliest days—Indeed when I looked down on the ocean which now smiled upon us with the pale lustre of reflected light, the thoughts of home rushed upon my mind so in- tensely, that without thinking any more of my companion, nor even recollecting his existence, though he was close by my side, I could not help exclaiming, “Oh, England, England!—if ever I might but behold your white cliffs again, I could sit upon the highest of them, and gaze upon your world of waters for ever. Dully uniform to the eye is its vast expanse, but, tothe
