a few hours sickness
took its place among present grievances; and perhaps on the whole it
acted as a relief by effecting a diversion from mental to bodily
concerns. It seemed to Eleanor that she felt them both together;
nevertheless, when at the end of a few days the sea-sickness left her
and she was able to get up again, it was with the sweet fresh quietness
of convalescence in mind as well as in body. She was herself again.
Things took their place. England was behind indeed--but Fiji was
forward--and Heaven was over all.

As soon as she was able to be up she went upon deck. Strength came
immediately with the fresh breeze. It was a cool cloudy day; the ship
speeding along under a good spread of canvas; the sea in a beautiful
state of life, but not boisterous. Nobody was on deck but some of the
sailors. Eleanor took a seat by the guards, and began to drink in
refreshment. It stole in fast, on mind as well as body, she hardly knew
how; only both were braced up together. She felt now a curious gladness
that the parting was over, the journey begun, and England fairly out of
sight. The going away had been like death; a new life was rising upon
her now; and Eleanor turned herself towards it with the same sweet
readiness as the good ship whose head is laid upon a new course.

There is a state of mind in which the soul may be aptly called the
garden of the Lord; when answering to his culture it brings forth
flowers and fruits for his pleasure. In such a state, the paradise
which Adam lost is half re-entered again; the moral victory is won over
"the works of the devil" which Christ came to destroy. The body is
dead, no doubt, because of sin; but the spirit is life, because of
righteousness. The air of that garden is peace; no hurricanes blow
there; the sunshine dwells therein; the odours of sweet things come
forth, and make known all abroad whose garden it is.

Eleanor had sat awhile very still, very busy looking over into the sea,
when she heard a step near her on the deck. She looked up, and saw a
man whom she recognized as the master of the vessel. A rather
hard-featured man, tall and strong set, with a pair of small eyes that
did not give forth their expression readily. What there was struck her
as not pleasant.

"So you've got up!" said he, in a voice which was less harsh than his
looks. "Do you feel better?"

"Much better, thank you."

"Hearty, eh?"

"Pretty well," said Eleanor smiling, "since I have got this sal