Most of us have formed an unrealistic picture of life on a desert island. We sometimes imagine a desrt island to be a short of paradise where the sun always shines. Life there is simple and good. Ripe fruit fall the tress and you never have to work. The other side of the picture is quite the opposite. Life on a desert island is wretched. You either starve to death or live like Robison Crusoe, waiting for a boat which never comes. Pergaps, there is an element of truth in both these pictures, but few of us have has the opportunity to find out.
Lord Manners was a rich and famous banker. When he died, he was given a magnificent funeral which was attended by hundreds of famous people. The funeral was going to be held in Westminster Abbey. Many ordinary people lined the streets to watch the procession. The wonderful black and gold carriage was drawn by six black horses. The mourners followed in silence. Lord Manners was given a royal farewell. Two tramps were among the crowd. They watched the procession with amazement. As solemn music could be heard in the distance, one of them turned to the other and whisper in admiration, "Now that's what I call really living!"
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