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surrounding woods and haxel poppices , and there look into the trees which grew downwards , and gracefully waved their branches and shook their foliage , as the fleecy clouds sailed through them into the inverted sky : when I used to trace the double trees meeting at their roots , and fancy the road to heaven was through that mirroring water which showed all things so transparently
and clear . And so it was ; but the world would not allow me to go to heaven that way . And then the little fishes would come gliding up , by ones , and twos , and threes , till thousands had colected , to say ' how d ' ye do ? ' to me , and , ' are not we very lappy here V And they flirted about , and flashed their silvery
spangled sides in sport , and each turned a glancing sapphire and emerald eye up to mine , and then , at a move of my face or finger , the whole troop would dart away ^ flashing their beauty at me , affecting to be afraid , and then come creeping back again—for I would not hurt them , and they knew it— -and I utterly forgot the purpose which called me to those woods , which was to hunt
birds' nests , and chase butterflies , and catch grasshoppers : and I walked away tongueless , letting the grasshoppers , butterHie-a , and birds' nests alone , as I communed with my nature , and what I had seen , in strolling " , with feet that felt no ground , towards my home , I think I ought to have been happy ; but folks spoiled
me in the making . And here , on this night , I inhaled new delight , as I sat now in the larboard fore-chains , ( as I said , ) bending my eyes and soul down on the beautiful visions there now over on the starboard side , tracing the dark and bulky form and changing outline of the hill , from which stars following stars rolled out , after their holier salutation , from the mountain ' s head .
I gazed , and thought , and dreamt , till all the universe was as happy as I wished it to be : and that wishing does not exceed the limits of likelihood : there is abundance of material for universal beauty am \ universal happiness , if man did not take such pains , in his skill , to mar it . * JIurrah ! for a feast of oranges , ' was the voice-subdued rxclamation on the forecastle , as the rumour ra , n through ( he first watch , after coiling down the ropes—all snug and a leading wind for ' St . Michael's . ' Mo . ro excitement ! another bit of
stranger-land for me to gaze on . I knew the Azores , and then verdant summer all the year round , frorji books ; ami there is St . Michael ' * under my vision—r-a law , dim , grey-looking town , and some broad raggod batteries project ing towards the sea : it looks like a timber-wharf , neglected and in confusion ; the old balks
begrimed with age , as if no speculator hus had dealings there for half a century . But there is a turret or two ; half-a-dozeu beams lashed together and stuck on end , as a sort of aign-board ; and bolls jingle ajid clamour from their summits . This ug liness runs off" n * Qw the troop of * mug , clean , round knobs * smooth huannoeks , sejrui-apheroids , as regularly sloped aa if they were so
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$ 14 Autobiography of Pel . Verjuice .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 2, 1834, page 214, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2631/page/58/
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