ON GOING ON A JOURNEY.
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country. We are lost to ourselves, as well as our friends. So the poet somewhat quaintly sings:
“Out of my country and myself I go.”
Those who wish to forget painful thoughts, do well to absent themselves for a while from the ties and objects that recall them; but we can be said only to fulfil our destiny in the place that gave us birth. I should on this account like well enough to spend the whole of my life in travelling abroad, if I could anywhere borrow another life to spend afterwards at home!—
