144 TOILERS IN THE SEA. 



depths, by the kindred of that lump of "common 

 sponge" which has helped us so often in our 

 ablutions. Beyond this, it may even lead to a 

 kindlier affinity for the sea and its wonders, and to 

 join with Kingsley in singing : 



" Thou sea, who wast to me a prophet deep 

 Through all thy restless waves, and wasting shores, 

 Of silent labour, and eternal change ; 

 First teacher of the dense immensity 

 Of ever-stirring life, in thy strange forms 

 Of fish, and shell, and worm, and oozy weed : 

 To me alike thy frenzy and thy sleep 

 Have been a deep and breathless joy." 



