thought explored and sounded to its re- 

 motest bound! 



At night, when the vision of the waters 

 grows indistinct, what voices it has for our 

 solitude! The "eternal note of sadness," 

 to which all ages and races have listened, 

 and the faint echoes of which are heard in 

 every literature, fills us with a longing as 

 vast as the sea and as vague. Infinity and 

 eternity are not too great for the spirit 

 when the spell of the sea is on it, and the 

 voice of the sea fills it with uncreated 

 music. 



