 Setting forth at my last ramble, on a September  morning, I bound myself with a hermit's vow, to interchange no thoughts with man or woman, to share no social pleasure, but to derive all that day's enjoyment from shore, and sea, and sky,--from my soul's communion with these, and from fantasies, and recollections, or anticipated realities.  Surely here is enough to feed a human spirit for a single day.  Farewell, then, busy world!  Till your evening lights shall shine along the street,--till they gleam upon my sea-flushed face, as I tread homeward,--free me from your ties, and let me be a peaceful outlaw.