‘See, as they float along, the entangled weeds Slowly approach, upborne on bladdery beads: Wait till they land, and you shall then behold The fiery sparks those tangled frons’ infold, Myriads of living points; th’ unaided eye Can but the fire and not the form descry. And now your view upon the ocean turn, And there the splendour of the waves discern; Cast but a stone, or strike them with an oar, And you shall flames within the deep explore; Or scoop the stream phosphoric as you stand, And the cold flames shall flash along your hand; When, lost in wonder, you shall walk and gaze On weeds that sparkle, and on waves that blaze.’ CRABBE. CHAPTER V. “Good news! great news! Lewis,” cried Edward, the moment his brother entered the breakfast-room the next morning. “If you had been up a little sooner you might have heard it too. Now guess who is coming to-day.” Lewis raised a shout of joy, and exclaimed, that it must be his dear papa. “Yes, you are partly right; but there is some one else coming too,” said Edward, his eyes sparkling with pleasure: “cannot you guess?” “Not I,” said Lewis; “I am afraid, if papa has any of his friends with him, he will not give up so much of his time to us.” “Oh! but it is a friend of ours too, Lewis, I must tell you. Papa is going to bring cousin Helen with him; and she is to stay till we return to school.” “Oh, joy! joy!” cried Lewis, “how many things we shall have to show her and tell her about! How soon will they be here?” Mrs. Ashton said, she did not expect the travellers till evening; and advised the children to form some plan of employment for the day, that the time might not pass heavily. “Will you help us, mamma?” said Edward; “I always like your plans.” “Well, then,” said his mother, “suppose we walk this morning, and spend the afternoon in looking at, and arranging the shells and sea-weed: perhaps,” she added, seeing Lewis’s look of disappointment, “I may find something entertaining to tell you respecting them; and you, Lewis, may choose our walk for this morning.” “Thank you, mamma; then, if you please, we will go along the western cliff, as far as Brunswick Square. I like that side of the town, it is so gay; besides, I see by the little map papa gave us, that there are several squares in that direction; and I want to visit them all, that I may make a good showman for cousin Helen.” “I am sure Helen will be much obliged to you,” said his mother; “but I am afraid you have undertaken more than can be accomplished in one morning, by such pedestrians as we. What say you to a ride?” “Oh, thank you! thank you! that _will_ be pleasant!” exclaimed the children; and in a few minutes they were seated by their mother, in one of the convenient little open carriages which are always to be met with in Brighton; Mrs. Ashton having told the driver that they wished to visit the Chalybeate.