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piece of the poetry, which I have got by heart, I can
truly say,—
‘« JT have seen them, one by one,
Every shore beneath the sun,
And my voyage now is done.
While I bid them all be blest,
England, thou’rt my home, my rest,
My own land, I love thee best!”?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The worthy old sailor then got down from his
bench, and gave a warm grip to every hand in the
roota, and I don’t think any man of them all went
home that night without feeling sure that his own
native land was the happiest spot to be found in the
wide world. G. 8. 0

OF IIe