They spoke of the hard life of the fisherman. "We go out in storm and shine to get fish for them who haven't anything to do but eat them," said one of the poor men.

Aunt Lizzie said these words of the fisherman led her to contrast the different lives of the pleasure-seeking throng who come down here, with the laborious and dangerous occupation of the poor people who supply the table with food from the sea. little their privations are understood! How slenderly their exertions are requited!

How

The sun went down in amber and rose-colored clouds. We looked at it almost for the first time at this hour from the west piazza. We should have admired the land view before; but we seem to have had eyes for the ocean alone. A wide open coun

try, full of beauty, lies to the west of us. The light of the moon is stronger and more penetrating than it was yesterday. Like the path of the just, it becomes brighter and brighter each succeeding evening.

CHAPTER IX.

SOMETHING FROM LINDA'S DIARY.

But when the light winds lie at rest,
And on the glassy, heaving sea

The black duck, with her glossy breast,
Sits singing quietly-

How beautiful! no ripples break the reach,
And silvery waves go noiseless up the beach!

DANA.

CARRIE has exhausted all the poetry of the ocean, I think; so I will relate facts. I wish to remember what I have heard from the lips of one whom we may not see again. The dear, kind old gentleman! he has been like a father to us all. How pleasant has he made our visit here! What grateful memories of him shall we retain ! What lovely pictures has nature painted for us as we all walked in company by the ocean's

side! I have as yet seen it but in its serene loveliness. I should like to see the ocean in its power and grandeur with its waves lashed by the mighty winds.

A clergyman was with us yesterday. He said that he thought many created things were intended to be to us an "example and shadow of heavenly things;" and he could imagine no fitter symbol of the Almighty than the ocean, with its combined elements of loveliness and majesty. We saw on the edge of the beach the hulk of an up-turned vessel, covered over with green slime and mildew. Elsewhere it would have been a disagreeable object; but there, with the playful waves washing it, and singing their lulling sơng, it improved the picture which the sky and ocean painted. So, too,

did some rough old men, with baskets in their hands, and a troop of coarsely-dressed children running beside them. It reminds me of a picture by Van de Velde which I once beheld. Such scenes interest me much more than the moving crowd who promenade up and down the bluff every evening, and then finish the day with a dance. But I am wishing for a storm, and the clouds yet give no promise of it. Mrs. H says I would not desire a storm, had I been in the midst of one she experienced in this place. It was that which wrecked the Elizabeth on this coast; and in which poor Margaret Fuller and her family perished. Mrs. H was in the adjoining room to her children in this hotel; but the uproar of the wind and the sea was so