The storm raged till sunset; and then exhausted by its own stress of fury, began to roll away in angry sobs across the sea.

The wind sank suddenly; the rain as suddenly ceased.

A wonderful flush of burning orange light cut the sky asunder, spreading gradually upward and paling into fairest rose.

The sullen clouds caught brightness at their summits, and took upon themselves the semblance of Alpine heights touched by the mystic glory of the dawn, and a clear silver radiance flashed across the ocean for a second and then vanished, as though a flaming torch had just flared up to show the troublous heaving of the waters, and had then been instantly quenched.

As the evening came on the weather steadily cleared;--and presently a pure, calm, dark-blue expanse of ether stretched balmily across the whole width of the waves, with the evening star--the Star of Love--glimmering faintly aloft like a delicate jewel hanging on the very heart of the air.