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instead of putting it in a boat, which means a wastefully 

 large quantity, serve it in a little flat dish with a small 

 spoon. Brown bread and butter should also be handed 

 with it. 



November 21s. This is the first time in my life that 

 the short days have drawn in shorter and shorter and 

 that I have found myself alone, having to make up my 

 mind that being alone is my future, that my time is at 

 my own disposal, and that I am to live so always, except 

 for occasional visitors, who will grow fewer as time 

 goes on. 



It is not sad to turn the face towards home, 

 Even though it shows the journey nearly done ; 

 It is not sad to mark the westering sun, 



Even though we know the night doth come. 



I do not dread loneliness in itself ; but those who live 

 with one, if they are kind and just, do take their share of 

 the burden of life, and it is hard to have no one to whom 

 one can go with those numberless little things which are 

 often big things in life's routine, and that one hides away 

 from those who come in from the outside world as guests, 

 be they ever so near and dear. It is best to keep oneself 

 continually occupied, and one realises that though the 

 end cannot be so very far off, yet the natural love of 

 life is very strong indeed and an immense help. In a 

 little volume of poems called ' lonica,' very well known 

 to a few, but which I believe has not spread to a large 

 public, there are two poems which I think strike singularly 

 sympathetic notes. The four lines of 'Bemember,' do 

 they not come home to one with all the tenderness of a 

 message ? 



You come not, as aforetime, to the headstone every day, - 

 And I, who died, I do not chide because, my friend, you play ; 

 Only, in playing, think of him who once was kind and dear, 

 And, if you see a beauteous thing, just say, He is not here.' 



