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seemed in communion with the genius of the haunt: with his eye he bade
farewell to something.
'And I shall see it again,' he said aloud, 'in dreams when I
sleep by the Ganges: and again in a more remote hour- when another
slumber overcomes me- on the shore of a darker stream!'
Strange words of a strange love! An austere patriot's passion for
his fatherland! He sat down; for half an hour we never spoke;
neither he to me nor I to him: that interval past, he recommenced-
'Jane, I go in six weeks; I have taken my berth in an East Indiaman
which sails on the 20th of June.'
'God will protect you; for you have undertaken His work,' I
answered.
'Yes,' said he, 'there is my glory and joy. I am the servant of
an infallible Master. I am not going out under human guidance, subject
to the defective laws and erring control of my feeble fellow-worms: my
king, my lawgiver, my captain, is the All-perfect. It seems strange to
me that all round me do not burn to enlist under the same banner,-
to join in the same enterprise.'
'All have not Your powers, and it would be folly for the feeble
to wish to march with the strong.'