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have stopped on the island occasionally, but 

 they say they do not want them, unless they 

 know the language and have some trade. 



I could not leave this secluded and lovely 

 island, though but the stopping-place of a day, 

 and, ere long, as I hoped, to mingle with humanity 

 in a wider and more populous field, without 

 a feeling of sadness, I hardly knew why. But 

 so it is in the voyage of life, especially in that 

 of a traveller, sailing down the stream of time, 

 we hail a friendly bark, or touch here and 

 there at a pleasant landing-place upon its 

 banks, pluck a few fruits and flowers, exchange 

 good wishes and kind words with the friends 

 of a day, truly love and are loved by some 

 congenial hearts, both drop and take some 

 seeds of good and evil, to spring up when we 

 are in our graves, and then we are away ; the 

 places that now know us know us no more 

 for ever, and the faces that now smile upon 

 us we never see again. Who can help sighing 

 a- lie thinks of it, and wishing to leave, where- 

 ever he goes, some durable evidence that an 

 immortal spirit has passed that \ 



