THE " TYRIAN.' 



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and servant being the only passengers on board. 

 My consolation in so solitary a voyage is to 

 feel that every moment shortens the distance 

 from home, and, at any rate ^am infinitely 

 better here, although alone, than in a little 

 Indian schooner, crowded with cargo, and af- 

 fording no room for passengers. I have no 

 cause to regret the officious zeal of the lancer 

 who picked up my letter. Luckily I have 

 plenty of books, and am in the middle of Don 

 (iuixote, in Spanish, which all who have read 

 it must agree repays the difficulty of exploring 

 the obsolete but elegant language of its author. 

 The weather is lovely, and the sun sets every 

 evening with a brilliancy surpassing any thing 

 ever witnessed in the climates of Europe. 



My skipper is an honest Yorkshireman, a 

 capital specimen of the old English sailor„ 

 goodnature without folly, simplicity without 

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