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Still, the impulse is not to be analysed; these are 

 mere notes acknowledging its power. The hills and 

 vales, and meads and woods are like the ocean upon 

 which Sindbad sailed ; but coming too near the load- 

 stone of London, the ship wends thither, whether or 

 no. 



At least it is so with me, and I often go to London 

 without any object whatever, but just because I must, 

 and, arriving there, wander whithersoever the hurrying 

 throng carries me* 



