The time came for my departure from Tahiti.According to the gracious custom of the island,presents were given me by the persons with whom I had been thrown in contact－baskets made of the leaves of the coconut tree,mats of pandanus,fans;and Tiaré gave me three little pearls and three jars of guava jelly made with her own plump hands.When the mailboat,stopping for twentyfour hours on its way from Wellington to San Francisco,blew the whistle that warned the passengers to get on board,Tiaré clasped me to her vast bosom,so that I seemed to sink into a billowy sea,and pressed her red lips to mine.Tears glistened in her eyes.And when we steamed slowly out of the lagoon,making our way gingerly through the opening in the reef,and then steered for the open sea,a certain melancholy fell upon me.The breeze was laden still with the pleasant odours of the land.Tahiti is very far away,and I knew that I should never see it again.A chapter of my life was closed,and I felt a little nearer to inevitable death.

　　Not much more than a month later I was in London;and after I had ar......