Diary of Frances Louisa Bussell 18 September - 20 October 1832

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Now too I know a Berthon's[?] eye

  Like mine has gladly dwelt

In this same spot 'neath this same sky

  Like one he's thought & felt.

And other eyes will linger here

  Friends of a still loved land

Will find this distant Island dear

  And smile upon that strand.

Fair would I charge the wayward gale

  With freshened breeze to play

And gaily fill the [envied?] sail

  Which guides them on their way

Adieu! fair Isle still must I grieve

  So soon to part from thee

A blessing & a prayer I leave

  For those who follow me.
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To return to real life the party remained on shore until two o'clock two hours after the time after the time appointed For their return the Captain became fidgetty and fired a signal thrice [Page 45]