boarding there. The waving corn, the yellow oats, and the honeyed clover fields, gave promise of an abundant harvest. The farm-houses are beautifully neat, and some of them very picturesque,-with their pretty vines and shadowing trees, their bee-hives and their flower gardens. Our friends told us of an interesting preacher they had heard on the previous Sabbath, at Shrewsbury; and as the church is but little farther than the one we have attended, we shall go there on Sunday. And now I will take one look at the fair cold moon, which is pouring silvery light upon the placid ocean, and conclude my journal for the day. I see that I, like Carrie, have dealt a little with poetry. I did not intend it. I expected to be quite matter of fact; but one's mind

becomes elevated and enlarged by the vast view that is here presented to us, and the spirit of poetry appears to hover over every object by the ocean's brink

CHAPTER X.

MAMMA'S DIARY FOR THREE DAYS.

The flat sea shines like yellow gold

Fused in the fire, or like the marble floor
Of some old temple wide; but where so wide,
In old or later times, its marble floor
Did ever temple boast as this, which here
Spreads its bright level many a league around?

Gentle airs

DYER.

Curl'd the blue deep,-and bright the summer sun Play'd o'er the summer ocean.-SOUTHEY.

We have but little personal adventure to record. Our party keeps much together; and although there appears to be numbers of agreeable people here, we make but few acquaintances.

The wind blew boisterously through the night, and the waves dashed with a heavy sound upon the shore. The sea was covered

with snow-flecked billows this morning, and the sky was dark and lowering. When the summons came to us to prepare for bathing, it had commenced raining; but we yet boldly ventured among the angry waves. We went without fear, for we had a skillful bather to hold us, and an anchor and a cable to secure his safety. The excellent Jay remarks, that "God levies a tax upon the world of nature to furnish images of himself;" and to the Christian mind outward objects will constantly present "an example and shadow of heavenly things." Therefore it was natural that this anchor-our safeguard amid the angry billowsshould recall Jesus, who is the anchor of the Christian soul amid the waves of worldly conflict, as well as in the dark mysterious river which

he is to cross before he lays hold on eternal life. A fearless lady at one time dared to meet the battling surf alone, when the thrilling cry went forth, "Hold on to the anchor, or you are lost."

The remainder of the day has been spent in our own rooms, between our books and that female handicraft which St. Teresa termed "the salt that preserves the soul of woman from corruption." And now the heavens are covered with clouds. which send forth beautiful lightning. and show the creamy billows as they dash with a plaintive murmur upon the sandy shore. The sorrowful music appears to find an echo in Linda's mind. She begins to think that a wild storm so near the ocean might be a somewhat melancholy as well as a very grand affair.