The thought enlivens my spirit, and leads me to see that, great as is the power of sin the power of Jesus is greater; and, through grace, I _may_ meet my dear young disciple, my child in the gospel, my sister in the faith, in a brighter, a better world hereafter." There was something in the whole of this meditation which calmed and prepared my mind for my promised visit the next day.

I looked forward to it with affectionate anxiety.
It was now time to return homewards.

The sun was setting.

The lengthened shadows of the cliffs, and of the hills towering again far above them, cast a brown but not unpleasing tint over the waters of the bay.

Further on the beams of the sun still maintained their splendour.
Some of the sails of the distant ships, enlivened by its rays, appeared like white spots in the blue horizon, and seemed to attract my notice, as if to claim at least the passing prayer, "God speed the mariners on their voyage." I quitted my retreat in the cliff with some reluctance; but with a state of mind, as I hoped, solemnized by reflection, and animated to fresh exertion.
I walked up by a steep pathway, that winded through the trees and shrubs on the sides of one of the precipices.