CHAPTEE VII. 



"I saw the peaceful main, 



One molten mirror, one illumined plain. 



Clear as the blue, sublime, o'erarohing sky. 

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A breeze sprang up, and with careering wing 

 Play'd like an unseen being on the water. 

 Slowly from slumber 'woke th' unwilling main. 

 Curling and murmuring, till the infant waTes 

 Leap'd on his lap, and laugh'd in air and sunshine." 



MONTGOMEBT. 



A TRIP TO DUEDLE-DOOE. 



It was a sweet morning in July, when, intent on a 

 trip down the Bay, we put the dredges on board the 

 boat and made sail. A nice little air from the west- 

 ward bellied out the red canvass, and we bowled away 

 right before it. The craft in the harbour disappeared ; 

 the houses bordering the wide-spread esplanade, grew 

 dimmer and dimmer behind us, till they were no longer 

 distinguishable, and a slender line alone showed where 

 they stood. This line at length faded into the gene- 

 ral blue distant haze, that just said a belt of land was 

 there, and that was all. 



So memory of past events, as, on the rapid wings of 

 time, we are ever borne farther and farther from them, 

 towards the ocean of eternity, grows dim behind us. 

 How much more faint I find the remembrance in 

 detail of my summer at Ilfracombe, than it was a few 



