neither the moon by night; whose hills, unlike those we contemplated destined to be removed, are from everlasting to everlasting; and whose rivers, dissimilar to the far and troubled waters resounding as they fell from precipice to precipice and soon to pass away, flow down with pure unmingled pleasures, and irrigate and beautify the garden of the Lord-the unfading Paradise of God.

We were winding leisurely up a path that led from the adjoining village, stopping at intervals to admire the surrounding scenery. The lake-it was the Lake of Lucern-lay stretched in unruffled placidity before us. Not a breath agitated its surface; not a dimple moved over its blue and silent depth. In the distance appeared a boat, but its sails were unspread; for the breezes were asleep on the bosom of the little ocean; while the storms, for a season hushed, were looking down in pity from the

mountain on its weary breast, which was only now beginning to repose from the fury with which they had lately rocked it into angry and tumultuous waves. The oar, however, was plying; but its dip was soon lost in the quietude that dwelt around. Onward it moved, bending its course to a small harbour, whose banks were clothed with the thick interlacing foliage of the pine, the sycamore, the chesnut, and even the willow and cypress; for they wept beside the grave of a venerable pilgrim, who was resting from his labours beneath their tranquil shade, as if guarding his slumbers from the rude winds of heaven. It reached its destination-entered the copse that overhung the waters, and we saw it no more. So glides by, we thought, the light shallop of life. Now it is seen gaily floating on the stream of time: Its sails anon are opened, and the breeze blows favouring but while you behold it, its canvass is no longer unfurled; the

gale that bore it forward dies away; it attains the desired haven; and disappears in the mysterious gloom that envelopes the eternal shore-the world of spirits.

"Yonder," said my friend, as we turned the projection of a rock that leaned over the lake, and along which our path conducted, " yonder, peeping through the trees in the distance, is the cottage in the wood." Involuntarily and simultaneously, we stopped to contemplate its seclusion-dear to my companion, and for his sake only a degree less dear to me. It was white, and with the blue smoke curling over it looked beautiful indeed. It was, however, far remote; and though dimly seen, yet our eyes lingered over it with a pleasure better felt than described. Deeply as my affections, from peculiar circumstances, have twined themselves round the mountains and valleys, the wilds

and woodlands, the waters and pleasant" fields of Switzerland, still are there some spots where memory lingers in the fond retrospect of years, now for ever fled, with reminiscences more than usually grateful, and with interest of a kind that yet awakes with a more lively emotion the dormant feelings of my breast; where we have beheld piety bending under the accumulated weight of affliction, and yet recognizing, in every dispensation, the supreme direction of an Almighty Father; where we have ourselves been humbled in Spirit, and found it good to draw near to God; where we have been visited by the "day-spring from on high;" where the tender mercies of redeeming love have distilled on us like the dew of Hermon, and dropped on us with the reviving influence of the early and latter rain; where

Those hopes that, like refreshing gales
At evening from the sea, come o'er the soul
Breathed from the ocean of eternity,'

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have fallen upon our hearts, and enabled us, with joyful anticipation, to realize the things invisible; where we have held sweet communion with those who are near and dear to us in the ties of the Gospel, though now, perhaps, withdrawn for a season, a little season from our embrace such are some of the associations which must ever make us look back on the scenes of other days with mournful, it may be, but with unearthly delight; and such were some of those which have left on my mind the deep feelings with which I return, in idea, to Switzerland, and with which my soul now hovers round the cottage in the wood.''

"As I was soon to be called away," said my companion, resuming a narrative which had much affected me, and which I now requested him to continue;

as I was soon to be called away from a spot, which a variety of circumstances