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the very margin of the extreme point ; but so over- 

 arched with a projection of the rock, and so concealed 

 by oar-weed, that it would be very likely to escape de- 

 tection, unless previous knowledge pointed it out, or 

 accident revealed it. Here it is ; but as we are not 

 out anemone-hunting to-day, we will for the present 

 postpone a minute examination. And now we will 

 retrace our steps, musing on what we have seen, and 

 on the love which has made everything so full of 

 beauty. Every scene reflects His glory, every sound 

 is vocal with His praise. Happy the man of whom 

 it can be truly said, in the words of our own sweet 

 Cowper : 



" He looks abroad into the varied field 

 Of nature, and though poor, perhaps, compared 

 "With those whose mansions glitter in his sight, 

 Calls the delightful scenery all his own. 

 His are the mountains, and the valleys his, 

 And the resplendent rivers. His to enjoy 

 With a propriety that none can feel, 

 But who with filial confidence inspired, 

 Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, 

 And smiling say My Father made them all ! 



Are they not his by a peculiar right, 

 And by an emphasis of interest his, 

 Whose eye they fill with tears of holy joy, 

 Whose heart with praise, and whose exalted mind 

 With worthy thoughts of that unwearied love, 

 That plann'd, and built, and still upholds a world, 

 So clothed with beauty, for rebellious man ? " 



