Old ocean will always wear a different aspect in my eyes." "Nature," replied Mrs.Dexter, "is not a mere dead symbol .-- It is something more--an outbirth from loving principles--the body of a creating soul.

The sea, upon whose restless surface we are gazing, is something more than a briny fluid, bearing ships upon its bosom--something more than a mirror for the arching heavens--something more than a symbol of immensity and eternity.

There is a truth in nature far deeper, more divine, and of higher significance." She paused, and for some moments her thoughts seemed floating away into a world, the real things of which our coarser forms but feebly represent.
"It must be so.

I feel that it is so; yet what to you seems clear as the sunbeams, hides itself from me in dusky shadows.

But say on Jessie.