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11g LETTERS FROM MAJORCA. By CnHarres W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AUTHOR oF “ THRouGH HOoLLanp,” “SUNDER NORTHERN SKIES,” ETC., ETC. Soller, Nov., 1886. Y Dear E.—The days pass tran- quilly in this Island ot Mallorca, and give to our lives an even tenour that is infinitely refresh- ing. We have just sufficient variety and excitement to prevent monotony from taking possession of our camp. As for dullness—no man ought to be dull who has any internal resource to fall back upon, Much less would it be excusable where there are two to drive away those fumes and phantasms which occa- sionally gather about one’s brains when travelling alone in dis- tant lands. ON THE ROAD TO SOLLER. We cannot always command our moods. Solitude, so often a necessity, at times becomes an insupportable burden. The reality of life, with the weight and woe of its errand, suddenly becomes overwhelming. The why and the wherefore: things that are wrong and might have been right: what is, as com- pared with what might have been: the sense of the inevitable: the mystery of those tangled skeins which make up our existence, and which no earthly power can ever separate and straighten: we all have these experiences, and in certain moments they come over us with a rush that paralyses our whole mental structure, and lands us in despair. In these moments, if left to ourselves, we should quietly disappear from the world and so find a solution to all our problems, though, it may be, not rest unto our souls. But our good genius comicbooks.com-