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CHAPTER I. 



INTRODUCTION. 



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, 



There is a rapture on the lonely shore. 



There is society where none intrudes, 



By the deep sea, and music in its roar. 



I love not man the less, but nature more. 



From these our inteviews, in which I steal 



From all I may be, or have been before. 



To mingle with the universe, and feel 



What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. 



Byro. 



•^j^^HO does not love the sea ! For every mood 

 ^"^^^ of the mmd, with some one of its thousand 

 voices, it speaks some answering tone. Tiiose who 

 dwell within the sound of its surf, or those who 

 habitually seek its presence for inspiration of soul, or 

 for rest and health of body, learn to love it for its own 

 sake and for its sweet and comforting companionship. 

 I know what those feel who are content to sit, for hours, 



