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CHAPTER VII.
FEOM NEW ZEALAND TO CHINA.
of steamers from New Zealand or Australia
direct to China. A sailer was the only alternative.
Ours proved to be the bark " Harriet Armitage," well fitted,
and freighted with one hundred and seven Chinamen booked
for Hong Kong. Having gathered their glittering piles in
the gold-fields of the south seas, they had turned their faces
toward their native land to enjoy their gains, and be buried
with their fathers.
On the twenty-seventh day of March, 1873, we shipped
for China, a distance of some seven thousand miles.
Messrs.
Beverly, Redmayne, Allan, Logan, and others, knowing our
tastes, prepared for us flowers, fruits, jams, honey, and other
delicacies so enjoyable during a long voyage through the
tropics, and under the burning skies of the equator.
time: WHAT IS
IT?
Our captain, often crusty, is a man of moods. The doctor
and our invisible intelligences are my only soul-companions.
No library, no daily journals : time drags. And what is time ?
A series of conscious impressions daguerreotyped upon the
spiritual sensorium. And, considered with reference to the
primal God-principle, all are equally aged. Each is pivoted
in the centre of eternity. Causes are before effects
so are souls before bodies.
To affirm that bodies make souls,
is only paralleled by the position that ignorance is the source
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