Children's stories; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Poor -- Juvenile fiction
Near the mouth of this opening was a little hollow recess, or cave in the
cliff, from whence, on one hand, I could see the above-described romantic
scene; on the other, a long train of perpendicular cliffs, terminating in
a bold and wild-shaped promontory, which closed the bay at one end, while
a conspicuous white cliff stood directly opposite, about four miles
distant, at the further point of the bay.
The shore, between the different cliffs and the edge of the waves, was in
some parts covered with stones and shingle; in some, with firm sand; and
in others, with irregular heaps of little rocks fringed with sea-weed,
and ornamented with small yellow shells.
The cliffs themselves were diversified with strata of various-coloured
earth, black, yellow, brown, and orange. The effects of iron ore,
producing very manifest changes of hue, were everywhere seen in trickling
drops and streamlets down the sides.
The huts in which the fishermen kept their baskets, nets, boats, and
other implements, occupied a few retired spots on the shore.
The open sea, in full magnificence, occupied the centre of the prospect;
bounded, indeed, in one small part, by a very distant shore, on the
rising ascent from which the rays of the sun rendered visible a cathedral
church, with its towering spire, at near thirty miles' distance.
Everywhere else the sea beyond was limited only by the sky.
A frigate was standing into the bay, not very far from my recess; other
vessels of every size, sailing in many directions, varied the scene, and
furnished matter for a thousand sources of contemplation.
At my feet the little rivulet, gently rippling over pebbles, soon mingled
with the sand, and was lost in the waters of the mighty ocean. The
murmuring of the waves, as the tide ebbed or flowed, on the sand; their
dashing against some more distant rocks, which were covered fantastically
with sea-weed and shells; sea-birds floating in the air aloft, or
occasionally screaming from their holes in the cliffs; the hum of human
voices in the ships and boats, borne along the water: all these sounds
served to promote, rather than interrupt, meditation. They were
soothingly blended together, and entered the ear in a kind of natural
harmony.
In the quiet enjoyment of a scene like this, the lover of nature's
beauties will easily find scope for spiritual illustration.
Here I sat and mused over the interesting character and circumstances of
little Jane. Here I prayed that God would effectually teach me those
truths which I ought to teach her.
When I thought of her youth, I blushed to think how superior she was to
what I well remember myself to have been at the same age; nay, how far my
superior at that very time. I earnestly desired to catch something of
the spirit which appeared so lovely in her; for, simple, teachable, meek,
humble yet earnest in her demeanour, she bore living marks of heavenly
teaching.
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