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in Lough Foyle itself, which extended before us for 

 miles, its glassy surface glittering like burnished silver 

 in the rays of the declining sun, and its unruffled 

 expanse broken only by one or two motionless small 

 craft. After a far too limited stay at this interesting 

 spot, however, we were once more on our way to old 

 England. 



We passed the Manxmen's shores at an early hour 

 the next morning, and before 8 a.m. were steaming up 

 the Mersey in the midst of a characteristically dense 

 fog, which, however, lifted sufficiently for us to catch 

 a glimpse of New Brighton as we passed ; while in a 

 few minutes more we were lying-to off the docks at 

 Liverpool. Then came the disembarking, the ordeal 

 of the custom-house, and the bustle of the railway 

 station, breaking up the glamour of solitude as a dream 

 dies at daybreak, and speeding us back along one of 

 those great veins to be re-energised in this great 

 throbbing heart which is for ever pulsing forth its 

 arteries into the most distant regions of the earth ! 



