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    kind of looking back , and a reluctance to let me discover that he did so , and I exerted my diligence in keeping his thoughts forward . Would that I had permitted them to take their course ! / should still have gone on , and fallen into my destiny ' s track ; and he , poor fellow ! We made thirty-seven miles the next day , and arrived in Liverpool at three o ' clock on the third of our flight . I was foot-sore and limb-wearied , nothing more , and after

    depositing our bundle with him at a small lodging-house , ( which was then on the outskirts of Liverpool ,, on the Manchester road , that house is now swallowed up , and streets stretch out a mile beyond its site , ) I limped impatiently down towards the ships ' masts which I saw .

    For the thought of a ship was my childhood s delight , And the sight of a ship was my boyhood ' s wonder : She had been in the climates whose day was my night ; She'd united the lands which the oceans sunder .

    She had kissed the green waves where the red corals glisten , And had gazed on the shores where the sea shells sing ; And I long'd to go with her , to see and to listen : Oh , I long'd to be borne on her snowy wing . She had baffled the billow , and rode on its crest ; She had danced where the tropical sun shot fire : And the * crash' of the ice-berg had risen from her breast—But a ship had ne ' er glad den'd my eyes' desire .

    She 11 be new to me ever though thousands I've seen ; And the foam-sparkling path still is joyous to me : And though sea-sick and sore I have many times been , I am sure I shall never be sick of the sea . There ' s poetry for you , reader ! Is'nt it sublime ? Laugh if you will , I put it down before you that you might laugh at it . 1

    remained roaming about the docks , and looking at the countless number of ocean wanderers packed together there , and dotting the river ' s face , till dusk , and the fear of losing my way ordered me off to our six-penny lodging , to bed , and there I lay in furious discomfiture all night—too many bed-fellows—and that clank , clank , of the key was again ringing in my ears . I turned over the means of evading the pursuit which I so much feared : I was in torture , as I anticipated the consequences of being overtaken and

    sent home again ; a punishment awaited me , how much more to be dreaded than bodily stripes ! Authority's reproaches , and suspicion ' s watchings ; no light breaking in upon cold looks , but an expression of caution and mistrust , or the pleasure of showing me that I was detected and defeated , the triumph of aversion . I know I wronged them : I know it now ; but 1 had no conception of aught else then , I could understand only their dislike of me , for their affection never smiled upon me : and the one who could

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    538 Autobiography of Pel . rerjuice .

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1833, page 538, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2620/page/26/