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loneliness and isolation. After Dbreakfast on the third day of my wvisit it is con- sidered desirable to keep a look-out for a vessel that can take me ashore, but it is not until cvening that we are able to attract the attention of some fishermen and make them understand what is required of them. The reply comes that they will send the row-boat to the rock at 10 o'clock, so we spend the mterval in chatting and a game of whist. Accordingly, at the appointed hour, the boat awaits me, and, with a hearty farewell and a cheerful * good-bye ” from all, T drop into the boat and am taken on board the fishing-craft, when, somewhat to my chagrin, T learn that we must wait about three hours for the turn of the tide. While rocking about on the waves

I can admire the stately and dignified tower of the Liddystone pointing defiantly upward, and am fascinated by the cffect of the bright rays from the lantern flashing across the sky, the beauty of the scene being enhanced by the Light of the silvery moon reflected in the sea. At last, with a favourable tide and a fair wind, we set sail in the carly morn for Plymouth. Now the day is dawning, and, as we proceed, the lighthouse gradually becomes mvisible, but the occulting light, glowing like a star ol cxeeptional Drilliancy, may be seen long after the tower itsclf is lost to view. Steadfast, screne, immovable, the same Year after year, through all the silent night, Burns on for evermore that quenchless flame, Shines on that inextinguishable light !

THLE EDDVSTONE LIGHTHOUSE —A CALM EVENING.