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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 interiors, 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. 



?YHO docs not love the sea ! For every mood 

 of the mind, with some one of its thousand 

 voices, it speaks some answering tone. Those 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 fur its own 

 sake and fur its sweet and comforting companionship. 

 I knuw what thuse feel who are content tu sit, fur huurs, 



