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They sound like sweet music far over the sea 
They sound like sweet music to me and my baby, 
For health they bring both to my baby and me. 

The sky is chalky, thick with gathering vapour, 
for the sun is rising to the zenith, and the mountains 
loom hazy and dull. The sea-breezes come tardily, 
but linger till some time after sundown, It is plea-. 
sant to be on the beach with the slant beams at 
vour back, and to look eastward on the surging 
waters breaking on the sands. The land is so inter- 
mingled with the clouds, that you cannot tell the 
beginning or the ending of earth and air. It is not 
easy to describe the appearance of the scenery. It 
is difficult to paint it; yet I have seen some of Mar- 
tin’s wild and vast representations of vales and inter- 
minable mountains, and measureless gatherings of 
vapour, which have been a vivid realization of these 
objects. ‘The mountains rising through the obscu- 
rity in darkened patches, present here and there 4 
peak above the clouds, but have trails of rolling and 
changing mists, rushing up them. Although you 
see no definite line of vapour downwards, you have 
distinct enough, the lights and shadows of the vast 
accumulations upwards. Onward with steady force 
rushes the wind, and the sea with its green islets 
and white beaches, and its breakers on the lines of 
near reefs, and the heaving curve of billows on the 
shore, comes with its heavy and measured reverbe- 
rations awfully. 
Applying to the sunset, the half light, half obscure 
character that Milton gives to sunrise, when an 
