ance, to know that praise so
near perfection was offered somewhere on the earth. There was the
music, you know, and the beautiful building in which we heard it, and
all the accessories. You will have nothing like that in Fiji."

"She must have forgotten those words," said Eleanor--"'Where is the
house that ye build unto me, and where is the place of my rest? ... _to
this man_ will I look, even to him that is poor and of a contrite
spirit, and trembleth at my word.' You will find _that_ in Fiji."

"Ah," said Mr. Amos,--"I see. My friend will have a safe wife in you.
Do you know, when I first saw you I stood in doubt. I thought you
looked like--Well, never mind! It's all right."

"Right!" said Captain Fox coming up behind them. "I am glad somebody
thinks so. Right!--lying broiling here all day, and sleeping all night
as if we were in port and had nothing to do--when we're a long way from
that. Drove you down to-day, didn't it?" said he turning to Eleanor.

"It was so hot; I could not get a bit of permanent shade anywhere. I
went below for a little while."

"And yet it's all right!" said the captain. "I am afraid you are not in
a hurry to get to the end of the voyage."

Mr. Amos smiled and Eleanor blushed. The truth was, she never let
herself think of the end of the voyage. The thought would come--the
image standing there would start up--but she always put it aside and
kept to the present; and that was one reason certainly why Eleanor's
mind was so quiet and free and why the enjoyable and useful things of
the hour were not let slip and wasted. So her spirits maintained their
healthy tone; no doubt spurred to livelier action by the abiding
consciousness of that spot of brightness in the future towards which
she would not allow herself to look in bewildering imaginations.

Meanwhile the calm came to an end, as all things will; the beneficent
trade wind took charge of the vessel again, and they sped on, south,
south; till the sky over Eleanor's head was a new one from that all her
life had known, and the bright stars at night looked at her as
strangers. For study them as she would, she could not but feel theirs
were new faces. The captain one day shewed her St. Helena in the
distance; then the Cape of Good Hope was neared--and rounded--and in
the Indian Ocean the travellers ploughed their way eastward. The island
of St. Paul was passed; and still the ship sailed on and on to the east.

Eleanor had observed for a day o