...babble about it. But have ye never read, O, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening Play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?" With that, the sentimental old fellow struck an attitude....

...beautiful lines , upon the subject — " Oh ! who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, Ana danced ¡ti triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense, the pulse's maddening play, That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way ?" Carried away by the idea, I lost no time in inserting...