the bright colours of the western clouds, faintly
reflected from the south-eastern hills, that were unseen from my retreat
in the cliff, or only perceived by their evening shadows on the sea, now
added to the beauty of the prospect on the south and west. Every element
contributed to the interesting effect of the scenery. The _earth_ was
diversified in shape and ornament. The _waters_ of the ocean presented a
noble feature in the landscape. The _air_ was serene, or only ruffled by
a refreshing breeze from the shore. And the sun's _fiery_ beams, though
departing for the night, still preserved such a portion of light and
warmth as rendered all the rest delightful to an evening traveller. From
this point the abyss, occasioned by the great fissure in the cliff,
appeared grand and interesting. Trees hung over it on each side,
projecting not only their branches, but many of their roots in wild and
fantastic forms. Masses of earth had recently fallen from the upper to
the lower parts of the precipice, carrying trees and plants down the
steep descent. The character of the soil and the unceasing influence of
the stream at the bottom, seemed to threaten further slips of the land
from the summit. From hence the gentle murmur of the cascade at the head
of the chine stole upon the ear without much interruption to the
quietness of the scene. A fine rocky cliff, half buried in trees, stood
erect on the land side about a mile distant, and seemed to vie with those
on the shore in challenging the passenger's attention. In the distance
stood a noble ash-tree, which, on a considerable height, majestically
reigned as the patriarch of the grove near which it grew. Every object
combined to please the eye and direct the traveller's heart to admire and
love the Author and Creator of all that is beautiful to sense and
edifying to the soul.

The next morning I went to Jane's cottage. On entering the door, the
woman, who so frequently visited her, met me, and said:--

"Perhaps, sir, you will not wake her just yet; for she has dropped
asleep, and she seldom gets much rest, pool girl!"

I went gently up stairs.

The child was in a half-sitting posture, leaning her head upon her right
hand, with her Bible open before her. She had evidently fallen asleep
while reading. Her countenance was beautifully composed and tranquil. A
few tears had rolled down her cheek, and (probably unknown to her)
dropped upon the pages of her book.

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