CHAPTER XIX.
"In still rest, in changeless simplicity, I bear, uninterrupted, the consciousness of the whole of Humanity within me."-- SCHLEIERMACHERS, Monologen.
"...

such a sweetness, such a grace, In all thy speech appear, That what to th'eye a beauteous face, That thy tongue is to the ear." -- COWLEY.
The water was deep to the very edge; and I sprang from the little boat upon a soft grassy turf.

The island seemed rich with a profusion of all grasses and low flowers.

All delicate lowly things were most plentiful; but no trees rose skywards, not even a bush overtopped the tall grasses, except in one place near the cottage I am about to describe, where a few plants of the gum-cistus, which drops every night all the blossoms that the day brings forth, formed a kind of natural arbour.

The whole island lay open to the sky and sea.