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dred spirits, overflowing with the milk of human 

 kindness, and in their society I doubly enjoyed the 

 magnificent scenery which even Moore's poetical 

 eloquence can scarcely portray. 



Bidding adieu to our numerous friends on the 

 banks of the Jhelum, we packed up our trophies 

 and souvenirs of the country (in the shape of a 

 Cashmere shawl or two), and prepared for a retro- 

 grade movement ; but it was with unfeigned regret 

 that we turned our horses' heads in a south-easterly 

 direction towards Simla via Kangra. 



Here the triumvirate was broken up, and the 

 three friends parted never to meet again (on earth), 

 for two have gone " to that bourne from which 

 no traveller returns." 



'* All are friends in heaven, all faithful friends; 

 And many friendships in the days of time 

 Begun, are lasting here, and growing still." 



