common day." We never can, we never would
forget that lovely dawning.

Holden, nothing doubting, was confident that the voyage would
terminate for him in the restoration to his arms, of the son whom
he had mourned as one dead. Nor did he seem to have a doubt of the
worthiness of the long lost treasure. A hope, brilliant and beautiful,
that glorified whatever it touched, had taken absolute possession of
him. It would admit no fear, no uncertainty, no despondency. The new
feeling penetrated all departments of his mind, and mixed itself up
with and colored even his religious speculations. He began to
connect, in some way, the realization of his awakened hopes with
the millennium, of which it was to be a forerunner. This appeared
especially on the second day of the voyage, which lasted three days.

It was a warm, bright afternoon in the latter part of the month of
May, just before the setting of the sun, and Holden and Pownal
had walked to the bow of the vessel, as if to be nearer the golden
luminary when he should sink from sight. A gentle breeze filled the
sails of the Calypso, the soft murmur from under whose cutwater seemed
to testify to the delight with which she moved on her liquid way. For
some time Holden had stood with folded arms, watching the sun, as by
slow degrees he sunk into the waves. Pownal, himself, was thrillingly
alive to the magnificence of earth, and sky, and ocean, and all fair
forms and hues of nature, and noticing the exalted and rapt expression
of his elder friend's face, and sympathizing in the influence that
produced it, was in no mood to break the silence.

"Type of the Infinite," at last Pownal heard him say, "how have
I loved to watch thy coming and departure! Chariot of fire, whose
burning wheels support the throne of judgment, thy course is onward
until the fullness of the time is come. Of man's impatience thou
reckest not. With thee a thousand years are as a day."

He ceased speaking, and a total silence for some time succeeded. His
eyes continued fixed upon the spot where the sun had disappeared, but
they saw nothing. An interior struggle was going on which engrossed
the faculties, and left no opportunity for the observation of external
objects. Repeatedly he passed his hand over his eyes and forehead,
pressing the palm forcibly, as if to concentrate the attention, and at
length he addressed Pownal.

"The scoffers have long sat in the gate, and lolled out the tongue and
cried aha! bu