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"The morrow That o'erlooks thy twilight, Earth, Is one of shade and sorrow!" .

was with sad hearts and weary spirits that the Carraras found themselves tossing on the rough waves of the English channel. It was a dull, chill morning, and the gray, leaden atmosphere closed round the vessel as something whose oppression was palpable; while heavy ridges of thick black clouds rested on the waters in the distance. The shore was soon lost in the mist, and nothing caught the eye but the gloomy sky and the gloomy sea, which seemed to reflect back each other. The wind blew with that shrill and complaining sound, which forced from the flapping sails and creaking planks a thousand strange and dismal murmurs; while the steps and voices of the sailors vexed with perpetual stir ears accustomed to the quiet of a lonely chamber.