My Boat Is On The

Who Then Will Explain The Explanation?

Letter Writing Is The Only Device Combining Solitude With Good Company.

Oh That The Desert Were My Dwelling-place, With One Fair Spirit For My Minister

What Is The Worst Of Woes That Wait On Age? What Stamps The Wrinkle Deeper On The Brow? To View Each Loved One Blotted From Life's Page, And Be Alone On Earth, As I Am Now.

I Can't But Say It Is An Awkward Sight To See One's Native Land Receding Through The Growing Waters; It Unmans One Quite, Especially When Life Is Rather New.