The sea-gulls were flying between the top of the cliff where I stood and the rocks below, attending upon their nests, built in the holes of the cliff.

The whole scene in every direction was grand and impressive; it was suitable to devotion.

The Creator appeared in the works of his creation, and called upon the creatures to honour and adore.
To the believer, this exercise is doubly delightful.

He possesses a right to the enjoyment of nature and providence, as well as to the privileges of grace.

His title-deed runs thus: "All things are yours; whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or things present, or things to come; all are yours; and ye are Christ's; and Christ is God's." I cast my eye downwards a little to the left towards a small cove, the shore of which consists of fine hard sand.