business," had not his firmness and integrity been publicly tested; and yet he would have been no less a martyr: for "genuine martyrdom is not an isolated act, it is a consummation."

CHAPTER XI.

LAST DAY BY THE OCEAN-SIDE.

"Adieu sweet and brilliant shore,
Where the stranger lingers fondly."

As full of living light

As the free waves that foam around thy strands,
Kissing thy shores, and curling o'er thy sands.
HEREDIA.

Thou King of kings! my father's God and mine!
The shaded sea, the air, the light are thine;
The life of leaves, the water's changeful tide,
All things are thine, and by thy will abide.
⚫ PLACIDO.

July 17th.-Through the night the wind blew powerfully. All thought that it foreboded a heavy storm; but peace and loveliness inexpressible is spread over every object this morning. The ocean seems to have decked itself in new beauty, as if it intended to excite deeper regret in those who are so soon to bid it fare

well.

O, what perfection of coloring is visible to-day! how vivid and how rich! The warm, blue sky, with a few light clouds upon its face, smiles like a tender mother over all. The sea appears like liquid emerald; and as the waves advance they are crested with light spray which floats over them like a vail of transparent gauze, and then as they kiss the shore it rises and vanishes away like thinnest smoke. This beautiful appearance is new to us, and is caused, we are told, by the contrary direction of the breeze and the advancing wave. Vessels numberless, gleaming with a clear, silvery tint, pass over the great highway, under the care of Him who is "the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea." Psalm lxv, 5.

Our marine view is perfect to-day; but language gives but a faint conception of it, and no pencil could catch the fleeting hues,

"Forever varying, yet forever fix'd,"

which bestow such intense beauty upon the picture.

We drove to Shrewsbury, where we heard an interesting sermon from Mr. D—, of Philadelphia. Before we reached the church the chime of bells, mingled with rural sounds, came to us over the fields. We felt the full charm of a Sabbath in the country. God's creation seemed to praise him "with her sweet looks," and her voice to whisper to our hearts,

"Join thou the choir;

With bird and flower thy anthem raise."

"Whom have I in heaven but

thee, and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee," was the text of the preacher; and he said that David, with a throne on earth and a child in heaven, could yet truly use those expressive words. We hardly expected to find so fine an agricultural country upon the sea-shore as lies between Shrewsbury and Long Branch. Yellow oat-fields, and strong, healthy-looking Indian corn alternate with rich meadow lands, while the farm-houses are models of neatness.

We went down to the shore late in the evening, to fill our eyes and our hearts with loveliness once more. We said to each other, "When shall we all meet again in this place?" and it did not require a very lively fancy to make the waves which spread themselves at our feet reply,