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of our own linties at home, and of the door at which they 

 hang in sunny days, and of all that there go in and out, 

 and for a time the dread worship of the Druids, and the 

 cruel sacrifices of the sons of Odin, and the fierce conten- 

 tions of the Sea-Kings, and even the actual presence of 

 these mystical symbols of " the unknown God," all faded 

 from our view ; and we could see a low-roofed cottage, 

 with leafy windows and an intertwining porch, and nume- 

 rous shrubs and trees, and winding walks and many- 

 coloured wreaths of "bright consummate flowers," and 

 human hearts affectionate and true, and we blessed God 

 for all His mercies. — The Voyage. 



A SABBATH AT IONA. 



It was the Sabbath morn, but the church service not 

 being expected to commence for several hours, we thought 

 the time in no way misspent in landing to meditate among 

 the tombs. It is certainly, however, one disadvantage of 

 the life we were at this time leading, that any regular 

 attendance on stated ordinances can scarcely be relied 

 on, so much in some respects are we at the mercy of 

 winds, tides, and lee-shores, and are thus too frequently 

 obliged to shape our course accordingly ; but our private 

 services are performed on board with regularity, and it is 

 hoped we all know and remember, that wherever we be, 



