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be able to say from his very heart, " Now lettest Thou 

 Thy servant depart in peace." 



Quitting Poole, I ran for ten miles along a continuous 

 thoroughfare, through Bournemouth to Christchurch, 

 with the ugliness and infernal jar and clang of the 

 electric trams the whole way. Only when I got to 

 the shade of the grey old priory church did I feel that 

 I was safely out of Pandemonium and on the threshold 

 of that county richest of all in wild life which con- 

 tinually calls me back from all others, east, west, and 

 north, to its heaths and forests and rivers. 



