And the low breeze, pervaded with the peculiar balm of the mid-Pacific near land, was fragrant as the breath of a bride.
Such was the scene; so still and witching that the hand of Yillah in mine seemed no hand, but a touch.

Visions flitted before me and in me; something hummed in my ear; all the air was a lay.
And now entered a thought into my heart.

I reflected how serenely we might thus glide along, far removed from all care and anxiety.

And then, what different scenes might await us upon any of the shores roundabout.

But there seemed no danger in the balmy sea; the assured vicinity of land imparting a sense of security.