. Shakespeare's England . CHAPTER XIII UP TO LONDON 1882. BOUT the middle of the night the greatship comes to a pause, off the coast ofIreland, and, looking forth across theblack waves and through the rifts in therising mist, we see the low and lonesomeverge of that land of trouble and misery. A beautifulwhite light flashes now and then from the shore, and atintervals the mournful booming of a solemn bell floatsover the sea. Soon is heard the rolling click of oars, andthen two or three dusky boats glide past the ship, andhoarse voices hail and answer. A few stars are visiblein the hazy sky, an
. Shakespeare's England . CHAPTER XIII UP TO LONDON 1882. BOUT the middle of the night the greatship comes to a pause, off the coast ofIreland, and, looking forth across theblack waves and through the rifts in therising mist, we see the low and lonesomeverge of that land of trouble and misery. A beautifulwhite light flashes now and then from the shore, and atintervals the mournful booming of a solemn bell floatsover the sea. Soon is heard the rolling click of oars, andthen two or three dusky boats glide past the ship, andhoarse voices hail and answer. A few stars are visiblein the hazy sky, and the breeze from the land bringsoff, in fitful puffs, the fragrant balm of grass and clover,mingled with the salt odours of sea-weed and slimyrocks. There is a sense of mystery over the whole wildscene; but we realise now that human companionshipis near, and that the long and lonely ocean voyage isended. Travellers who make the run from Liverpool to Lon- 167
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