SABBATH AT SEA. 



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surround them. These cultivated spots mark 

 the residence of the hardy Orkneyman in a 

 wretched looking habitation with scarcely any 

 other light, (as I found upon landing on one 

 of the islands) than from a smoke hole, or from 

 an aperture in the wall, closed at night with a 

 tuft of grass. The calf and pig were seen as 

 inmates, while the little furniture that ap- 

 peared, was either festooned with strings of 

 dried fish, or crossed with a perch for the fowls 

 to roost on. 



A different scene, however, presented itself, as 

 we anchored the next day in the commodious 

 harbour of Stromness. The view of the town, 

 with the surrounding cultivated parts of the 

 country, and the Hoy Hill, is striking and 

 romantic, and as our stay here was for a few 

 days, I accepted an invitation to the Manse, 

 from the kind and worthy minister of Hoy, and 

 ascended with him the hill, of about 1620 feet 

 high. 



The sabbath we spent at sea was a delight to 

 me, from the arrangement made by the captain 

 for the attendance of the passengers and part 

 of the crew on divine worship, both morning 

 and afternoon. Another sabbath had now re- 

 turned, and the weather being fair, all were 

 summoned to attend on the quarter deck. We 



