And there he might always be seen, a
solitary outcast, as it were, and more
constantly wh'-n th? sun was going
down, wish his eyes gazing on that ce
lestial orb as it sunk into the western
horizon, « direction which he well
knew, pointed to the lost, hut never
forgotten home of his nativity.
Every endeavor has been made, and
every inducement offered by different
individuals to prevail on her to ka>c
the Island, bit in vain. The only
home *he appears to desire is I.er own
little Isle. Her last hope, if she lias
any, is to finish her journey alone.—
She has no wish, now, to he.«r the
sweet music of speech. Its sounds are
no longer music to her car; and a* for
civilized man, his tameness is shock
ing even to her dormant senses.
To all appearances, she is strong,
healthy, and content to be alone.—
What can reconcile her to her lot who
can conjecture? Humanity may hope
that contentim nt may continue to be
h rs to (he Liat hour, lor .-he is destin
ed to lie down alone on the cold shore
ot her isolated lone, w ith n » one to
admiiH-ler to her la.-t wants, and nouo
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shall have left the < lay.
