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FOUR YEARS’ RESIDENCE
CHAPTER XL. LEAVING ST. VINCENT.
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Adieu, lovely isle, may thy blessings increase, And long be thy mansions the mansions of peace; May health and contentment their sources renew, ’Tis the prayer of my soul, as I bid you adieu.” Scenes at Home and Abroad.
time passes with a flight almost as rapid as thought has been too much experienced to be ever denied. Time is a theme on which philosophers have written their reflections, poets their verses, and moralists their advice ; and yet the old boy has no respect for any of these venerable characters, but continues going with the same swift pace, leaving every thing behind him, and beating the best steam coaches out and out. Mr. Mackworth Praed, who is, by the way, a very pretty poet, in speaking of “ Beauty and her visitors,” says, THAT
“ I heard a murmur far and wide “ Of Lord, how quick the dotard passes, “ As time threw down at beauty’s side “ The prettiest of her clocks and glasses; “ But it was noticed in the throng, “ How beauty marr’d the maker’s cunning, “ For when she talked the hands went wrong, “ And when she smiled the sands stopped running.”