MIDNIGHT SUN CAPE MELVILLE.

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and gentler, but still beautiful, lustre, was soaring through the polar sky, at the back of Melville's Cape, already on his way to begin the journey of another day. Yes, it was a noble sight: it was a sight that gendered in the heart the loftiest feelings; it made one proud of one's self, and of every other man that was connected with the vision then in view. Ay, in truth it was a noble sight; and well could I look upward to the streaming pendant of my own dear country that hung listlessly from the masthead of the " Assistance," and feel the highest satisfaction in my breast that I, too, was one of her children, and could boast myself of being born in her own free soil, under her own revered and idolised flag. But even as I beheld that listless symbol of my country's name, pendant from the lofty truck, my glance was directed higher; and as it caught the pale blue firmament of heaven, still in this midnight hour divested of star or moon that shine by night, and brightened by the sun; my heart breathed a prayer that He, who dwells far beyond the ken of mortal eye, would deign to grant that the attempt

ow making should not be made in vain, but tha those whom we were now on our way to seek might be found and restored to their home and sorrowing friends; and that, until then, full support and strength