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We walked on slowly up the hill together,the parti-colored group now passing out of sight

behind the shrubbery At last we paused and sat down on one of the

reat laere many

tropic or half-tropic plants, and the native roses, still abloom

Yonder stood the old bronze sun-dial that I kneell--I could have

read the inscription, I Mark Only Pleasant Hours; and I knew its

penciled shadow pointed to a high and glorious noon It seemed to

me that Heaven had never made a more perfect place or a more perfect

day; nor, that I am sure, was ever in the universe a worldin union with all the har, I had been so unhappy, had

doubted so rown so sad, so iven at this sudden joy I felt at hearing burst on -birds hid in the oaks--all

theof joy and

reverence So I spoke but little

"But I say, old ht for a

joke, butone, and an awfully risky

one, too,--your stealing your own yacht from me! I didn't think it of

you You not only broke upon

doith us frolad to have her

coht--I