he men no day of
rest," said Roswell, quietly. "Though not prepared to carry matters as far
as my friend Stephen here. I agree with him entirely in _that_."

"And not in believing, sir, that the Spirit of God is on this island?"

"In that too, certainly. Neither Captain Daggett nor myself will be
disposed to dispute either of these two propositions, I think, when we
come to reflect on them. A day of rest would seem to be appointed by
nature; and I make no doubt we have filled up all the sooner for having
observed one. Seamen have so many calls on their time which cannot be
neglected, that it is unwise in them to increase the number
unnecessarily."

"This is not the spirit, Captain Gar'ner, I'm sorry to say, in which we
should keep our day of rest, though it is well that we keep it at all. I'm
no stickler for houses and congregations, though they are good enough in
their times and seasons; for every man has a tabernacle in his own heart,
if he's disposed to worship."

"And if any place on earth can particularly incline one to worship God,
surely it must be some such spot as this!" exclaimed Roswell, with a
degree of fervour it was not usual for him to exhibit. "Never in my life
have my eyes seen a sight as remarkable and as glorious as this!"

Well might our young mariner thus exclaim. The day was fine for the
region, but marked by the caprice and changeful light of high latitudes.
There was mist in places, and flurries of snow were to be seen to the
southward, while the ocean to the northward of the group was glittering
under the brightness of an unclouded sun. It was the mixed character of
this scene that rendered it so peculiar, while its grandeur, sublimity,
and even beauty, were found in its vastness, its noble though wild
accessories, its frozen and floating mountains, glowing in prismatic
light, and the play of summer on the features of an antarctic view.

"'Tis a remarkable spot, as no one can deny," answered Daggett; "but I
like its abundance of seal the most of all T cannot say I have much taste
for sights, unless they bring the promise of good profit with them. We
Vineyarders live in a small way, and are not rich enough to take delight
in landscapes."

"Serve God, and reverence his holy name," said Stimson, earnestly, "and
all places will be good to look upon. I have been on the Vineyard in my
time, and have never found any difference as to the spot, so long as the
heart is right."

"A poor man must w