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around me. After all, perhaps, it is not so much the glory or beauty of the object gazed on, as the mood of mind of the gazer, that occasions delight. Let the heart be in the attitude of adoring the Almighty Maker of heaven and earth, and of admiring his works; and whether we look on an elephant or an ant, the splendour of the sun or the lustre of the diamond beetle, the glittering glacier of Mont Blanc or the pearly rime upon a thorn, our bosoms will, almost equally, expand with thankfulness, and our mouths be filled with praise. We shall be ready to cry aloud, "I will praise thee, O Lord, with my whole heart; I will show forth all thy marvellous works. I will be glad and rejoice in thee: I will sing praise to thy name, O thou most High," Psa. ix. 1, 2.

WORTHING.

IT is getting rather late in the year to look for field flowers, and to admire green foliage; but there is a delight in being abroad when the October winds shake the trunks and branches of the trees, and bear along the faded leaves fluttering in the air.

I am now at Worthing, in Sussex; a spot that was once a mere fishing hamlet, but now a fashionable place of resort for sea-bathing. A stranger, leaving the gayer scenes of Brighton, the domes, the minarets, and oriental magnificence of the pavilion, the costly crescents, and the crowded pier, will not, at first, be taken with this place; for the sea and the town being nearly on a level, it has an unvaried flatness; not a single rock or cliff breaks the dull monotony; but after a time, the quietude, peacefulness, and retirement of the spot, amply repay the absence of excitement.

In summer, the walks here must be very

lovely, for even now they are beautiful. Calm, quiet, and rural, there is nothing to excite, but much to produce a peaceful and happy feeling. The pretty villages, the country churches, and the white cottages peeping from amid the trees, delight me.

This seems to be the favourite abode of laurels, laurustinas, and monthly roses; they are most luxuriant! Not a cottage without its monthly rose-trees in full bloom. The more I look around me, the more I like the place. The cottages, called Mount Pleasant, are delightfully situated. The gardens in front of the houses look lovely; the variously coloured chrysanthemums, marigolds, fuchsias, myrtles, and laurustinas are in full bloom, while monthly roses and mignionette sweetly perfume the air.

Charming is the spot called Park Crescent; the lawn, shrubberies, and walks in front of the handsome houses, look beautiful; the grass is of the finest texture and most lovely green; and on one side of the lawn are two of the prettiest Swiss cottages, thatched with reeds, that I ever beheld. The colonnade is formed of the thick trunks of trees twined round with monthly roses, and the pavement underneath is composed of different coloured stones gathered from the beach.

I have had a pleasant ramble to Sompting, a pretty country village, about two miles distant from this place, at the foot of the downs. Its characteristic is that of rural simplicity. On the side of a woody hill stands the church; adjoining the churchyard is a knolly field, rich in large elm trees; and clinging ivy decorates the lone churchyard wall. The spot is beautiful in itself, and is rendered still more so by commanding a view of the sea.

The little bell in the church tower much pleased me; it looked so simple, and so much in keeping with the rustic simplicity of the place. There it is, seen through the little window of the tower; not very well adapted, judging by its diminutive size, to accomplish the end for which it is designed; but, perhaps, the least tinkling may be sufficient to call together the simple people accustomed to assemble within these venerated walls.

After passing the church and pretty parsonage, I rambled on along the winding lane, wondering where it would lead me, when, suddenly coming to a turn, I found myself on the open downs. It was a glorious view! The downs, in all their sublime extent, loneliness, and loveliness, stretched far before me, unenlivened by a human form, but relieved here and there by

a windmill or a cottage. On turning round, a striking contrast met my admiring gaze. A richly wooded valley lay close below me, while the boundless blue of the then tranquil sea extended itself far as my sight could reach; the untainted delicious breeze, fresh from the bosom of ocean, sweeping by me, whispering of health, of cheerfulness, of purity, and of peace. How beautiful is nature at all times! but, oh, how unspeakably beautiful, when the heart is thrilling with a sense of heavenly love! And these are the gifts of God to his unworthy creatures! "O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all," Psa. civ. 24.

If God has made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!

"The sea, the sea, the open sea," is always an interesting object, always sublime and beautiful! Its bed, at low water, is a place of amusement and traffic. Here the gay make a figure, and the invalid seeks for health; while the shrimp-catcher plies his trade, the carter gathers stones, the builder seeks materials to burn into lime, and the curious collect pebbles, shells, and sea-weed. Every returning tide, man lays a tax on the ocean and the very cattle

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