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one of the little garments Greta made for our
1" QF MAY, ON BOARD.
■*HE steamer glided out of the harbour, past XLII the castle with its sombre grey front, round
head of the pier, where my old friend stood ing good-bye. Behind me lay the old town,
and smiling amongst spring green fields and 3, with merry smoke from all the chimneys and ■k-gossiping from the roofs. Slowly it pales in
evening mist. The steamer swung round a [It of land and the town disappeared.
felt as though the curtain had gone down on a ma, in the far-away dream-world of which I had
- d for a short time. Then the steamer followed
aew turn of the fjord, and for a moment I Idenly saw against the horizon the top of ugh-Hill and the mill with its black cross linst the white ground.
For me the old town has vanished, and I return m whence I came, to old friends and old
- mies.
Sas this year been in vain, I wonder ? Will it ve no trace like the fairy-tale dream-world after ! curtain has gone down ?
Certainly it will, for it has brought me that 3uga Dei, for which the world sighs, that God's ice, which even our warlike ancestors did not idge each other, that blessed reconciliation be- sen themselves and others, which purifies the il and strengthens the will. I return from
