CHAPTER IV. 



f ofcHate itefe. 



" The gentleness of Heaven is on the sea : 

 Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, 

 And cloth with His eternal motion make 

 A sound like thunder— everlastingly." 



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 " The water is calm and still below, 



For the winds and waves are absent there. 

 And the sands are bright as the stars that flow 



In the motionless fields of upper air ; 

 There with its waving glade of green 



The seaweed streams through the silent water, 

 And the crimson leaf of the dulse is seen 

 To blush like a banner bathed in slaughter." 



Peecivax. 



"We now pass into the region of low-nae pools, and 

 the beauty of our specimens will increase, though we 

 shall have fewer, and obtain them with more feet- 

 wetting and difficulty. 



"The streams of small pleasures fill the lake of 

 happiness," says a thoughtful man. Yery small would 

 seem to some the pleasure wrapped up in a tiny spray 

 of seaweed. They can better understand the delight 

 with which the man of business takes a ramble on the 

 sea shore, work-weary, and getting his holiday during 

 the hottest summer months. They can understand 

 the merry shout of exultant children rushirjg to the 

 beach, with little spades to dig a mimic trench or 

 build their battlements of sand. The pleasure is not 

 small to the invalid who sits under the shadow of the 

 cliff, inhaling the fresh breeze which renews her 

 strength it is not small to the active boy away with 



