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next landing stage she passes, and then disappears 
mito the nicht. Ihe lights of the ships reflect in 
the Thames like a myriad of floating stars, and 
away in the distance above, and more brilliant than 
them all, glows the white light on the foremast of 
the Southern Cross. 
* Before the morning is here the good ship will 
have gone down the river, and possibly by to-morrow 
night will have for the time being had her last 
* THE YARDS WERE MANNED FOR US." 
glimpse of the white cliffs of Albion. Most cordial 
wishes go with all on board. May they all reach 
that goodly age of fourscore years and ten when men 
would sleep in Abraham's bosom!” 
When the shores of Old England had disap- 
peared, and the Southern Cross rose and fell in the 
Atlantic swell, we lived it all over again ; those last 
moments of departure from London stood more 
clearly before us then than reality had a week before. 
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