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grass greener, the waves more lustrous, and the mountains 

 far more magnificent than they have ever been in these 

 degenerate times. 



" Then did no ebb of cheerfulness demand 

 Sad tides of joy from melancholy's hand." 



But, indeed, when we looked along the silent shore, and 

 beheld the memorials of other days, and the many mourn- 

 ful emblems of decay and desolation which lay so thick 

 around, what marvel was there that Time's mutations, 

 and that heritage of woe, of which sooner or later all must 

 be partakers, should have changed or chilled a feeble 

 human heart. — The Voyage. 



ST KILDA AND ITS MINISTER. 



The day was yet in its prime, a lustrous summer day 

 which might have gilded the palm-crowned glories of an 

 Indian isle. The sky was bright above, and the great 

 ocean heaved around us with a motion so subdued and 

 gentle, that our hearts might have filled with "joy and 

 gladness/' were it not that the spirit of nielanchory seems 

 never far distant from what is at once so solemn and 

 serene. In truth, the ringer of God was in all things 

 more visible than the hand of man, and as we glided 

 through the "great waters," we strongly felt the grandeur 

 of "His wonders in the deto." Therefore was our cheer- 



