All things move Westward-ho.

Perhaps we may move that way ourselves some day, Amyas." "What do you mean by that strange talk ?" "Only that the ocean follows the primum mobile of the heavens, and flows forever from east to west.

Is there anything so strange in my thinking of that, when I am just come from a party where we have been drinking success to Westward-ho ?" "And much good has come of it! I have lost the best friend and the noblest captain upon earth, not to mention all my little earnings, in that same confounded gulf of Westward-ho." "Yes, Sir Humphrey Gilbert's star has set in the West--why not?
Sun, moon, and planets sink into the West: why not the meteors of this lower world?
why not a will-o'-the-wisp like me, Amyas ?" "God forbid, Frank!" "Why, then?
Is not the West the land of peace, and the land of dreams?
Do not our hearts tell us so each time we look upon the setting sun, and long to float away with him upon the golden-cushioned clouds?
They bury men with their faces to the East.

I should rather have mine turned to the West, Amyas, when I die; for I cannot but think it some divine instinct which made the ancient poets guess that Elysium lay beneath the setting sun.

It is bound up in the heart of man, that longing for the West.