stormy scenes beyond. It is remarkable how beautiful land appears when seen from the sea, and what a charm it seems to possess after one has been away from it only a short time, Although scarcely twenty-four hours since we left Southampton, the passengers gather to the ship's side, and, with every available telescope in hand, strive to catch a glimpse of the island as it appears gradually to emerge from the ocean, and is becoming every moment more definite and distinct. We are sadly perplexed for a moment to make out the meaning of two tall, spectral-like objects, that towered up in the neighbourhood of the land. They had somewhat the resemblance of two ships in full sail, having the same vague, ghost-like appearance that ships in the distance often assume. Our speculations, however, were soon set at rest, as we speedily discovered that they were the two light-houses situated on either side of the island. As we came abreast of the land we could see numbers of coasting vessels, with their sails gleaming in the sun, gliding along between the island and the mainland, giving a cheerfulness to the scene which it would not otherwise have so fully possessed. As we gradually leave this place behind us, and the tops of the light-houses begin slowly, as it were, to sink beneath the waters of the ocean, e have many unmistakable proofs that we are now fairly within the influence of the long Atlantic swelleuve-sidig op we Many any a one that had come on board with the most determined resolutions not to be sea-sick, and who had been rather encouraged in these views by the exceeding 3 smoothness of the sea on the first day after sailing, are now compelled ignominiously to submit to the terrible despot. It is very amusing to watch some of these persons, for it is very strange that, in those who are not affected by this malady, sea-sickness almost invariably excites only the sense of the ridiculous; and, unless there is very great suffering, it is difficult to get up even an outward display of sympathy. One or two young fellows, who had been brave enough only a few hours ago, and who, as the dinnerbell sounded, seated themselves in their usual places at the table, appeared with such woe-begone and forlorn looks that one would have fancied they had been suffering from some grievous illness. Many a significant nudge was given; but no one was unkind enough to suggest to them the possibility of coming ills. By-and-by, as the soup was passed round, one could see with what desperate resolution, and with the energy of despair, they tried to eat what no flight of imagination could possibly make them relish. The first few spoonfuls were generally as efficacious in their effect as the most powerful emetic could have been! In a moment one could see in various directions persons rushing incon tinently to their cabins, where the prolonged and dismal groans that issued forth proclaimed most significantly the tortures of these poor victims to sea-sickness. The ladies on this occasion, of whom there are about a dozen, appear to be better sailors, on the whole, than the gentlemen. With only one or two exceptions they are all in their places, and with looks so merry and cheerful, that one feels no doubt about their ability to keep their position to the end of the voyage. (To be continued.) PLAY AND WORK, BY JANE TAYLER. HO'LL come and play with me under the trees ? My sisters have left me alone; Oh, sweet little sparrow, come hither to me, Oh, no, little lady, I can't come indeed, I've got all my dear little children to feed, Pretty bee, do not buzz about over the flower, But come and play with me, do; The sparrow won't come and stay with me an hour, But say, pretty bee, will not you? Oh, no, little lady, for do you not see Those must work who would prosper and thrive? Stop, stop, little ant, do not run off so fast, I hope I shall find a companion at last, Oh, no, little lady, I can't stay with you, What, then! have they all some employment but me, Who lie lounging here like a dunce ? Oh, then, like the ant and the sparrow and bee, go to my duties at once. I'll MISSIONARY MAGAZINE M AY has come! we all give it a hearty welcome; after the long and very cold winter, it is pleasant indeed to see the clear blue sky, feel the bright warm sun, smell the opening fragrant flowers, and hear the "Gushing streams and fountains Echo God is good." This is the happy month for joyous meetings and greetings among the servants and workers in the Lord's garden, No. 5.-MAY 1, 1867. F who are praying and working in order to bring about the fulfilment of that grand old Bible prophecy, "The wilderness and the solitary place shall be made glad, and the desert shall rejoice and blossom as the rose. Instead of the thorn shall come up the fir-tree, and instead of the brier shall come up the myrtle-tree, which shall be to the Lord for a name and for an everlasting sign that shall not be cut off." We are hoping for numerous and happy gatherings in Surrey Chapel, in Exeter Hall, and at the Poultry, together with a crowd of young men at the Rev. Samuel Martin's New Chapel at Westminster, when Dr. Macleod preaches on the Thursday evening. Then we look, also, on the same evening, for many happy faces at the Young People's Meetings at Bayswater, Kentish Town, and Kingsland, and, if the gracious Lord will give His presence and blessing, many hearts will be stirred, and there will be more praying, and giving, and working, in time to come, than ever before. We may well, then, bless the Lord, and rejoice that the winter is past, the rain is over and gone, the flowers appear on the earth, and the time of the singing of birds has come." Of this we are sweetly reminded in the following gladsome lines by J. S. STALLYBRASS, on 66 ROSY Now returns the rosy May, Sweetly wails the nightingale. MAY. Violets hang their humble head, Peeping from the opening glade, Of content, that loves the shade. Fonder grows the zephyr's kiss, Feels the heart that feels at all; Echoes childhood's simple song. |