After giving way therefore, for a few mintues to despondency, as I saw the ship drifting off, I rallied myself, and reflecting that hope never dies while there is life, began to consider my situation more calmly. The comparative buoyancy of my dress, added to the board I had fortunately obtained, could enable me to keep afloat for an hour, or perhaps for even a longer period, and in that time what chances might not turn up! I knew the gulf was crowded with vessels. I had observed a French frigate, lying to the windward, just before I fell overboard. The direction in which I was drifting would carry me near her, when I might be more fortunate in attracting attention. I cheered my heart with this reflection, and began to look out for the man-of-war.

My first object, in this new frame of mind, was to get rid of my boots, which were by this time full of water, and began sensibly to drag me down. With great difficulty I succeeded in pulling them off, for I had to retain hold of my board with one hand while I worked at the boot with the other. At last I was rid of those dangerous encumbrances, and, floating more lightly, had a better opportunity to look around. Of course my vision of distant objects was cut off every moment by my being carried down into the trough of the sea. No one, who hasn't been in a similar situation, can appreciate the awfulness with which I gazed on the dark glistening sides of the immense billows, as I saw myself sinking away from them as if to the very bottom of the ocean. With what horrid mockery the glassy waters seemed to rise mountain high all around me. Suddenly, when I was at the lowest, I would begin to ascend, as if by magic, from that gloomy gulf, my velocity increasing every instant until at last I would shoot upward above the crest of the wave, like an arrow propelled from the abyss. A toss of the head, to shake off the water, a long drawn breath to recover myself, a hasty glance around, and then I was whirled down again, half smothered, in the wild abyss.

(To be continued.)

L. M. TUNE JOB.

"I am the bright and morning star."-Rev. xxii. 16.

CHRIST is the bright and morning star,
Shining on this dark vale of tears;
The hope of all, both nigh and far,
In this and all succeeding years.
Christ is the bright and rising sun,

Dispersing darkness, sin, and death,
His word shall grow and swiftly run,
And save the fallen sons of earth.

Christ is the fountain, from which springs,
Our every blessing here below;
Our cheerful voice his praise shall sing,
Our hearts shall with his love o'erflow.

Christ is the way, the truth, the life,

That leads us to the realms of bliss;
He is the way from sin and strife,
The only way to happiness.
Christ is the Shepherd of the sheep,
They hear his voice and follow him;
And happy they his ways who keep,
They are his sheep who keep from sin.
Christ is the Lord of life and love,

On him our hopes of heaven depend;
He is our king and priest above,

His praise we'll sing world without end.

OUR FRIEND IN HEAVEN.

There Jesus stands to intercede,
For all who choose His name to plead,
He brings them all before the throne,
He keeps, He marks them, for his own.
Recall the words of this dear Friend,
"Lo! I am with you to the end,"
Believe the promise-trust His grace,
And hope to meet Him face to face.

C. F.

RICHMOND is a borough and market town in the North Riding of Yorkshire, about forty miles north west of the city of York. The town stands on the southern declivity of a hill, and consists of several streets, containing many houses of a superior class.

Richmond Castle was an ancient Saxon baronial residence, standing on an eminence on the south side of the town. The river Swale, running in a deep valley, is seen from the Castle hill. Before the conquest of England by the Normans, Earl Edwin possessed a large tract of country which comprised Richmond and its neighbourhood. Edwin fought against the Normans, but he was unsuccessful, and was deprived of his lands, and professed subjection to William the Conqueror. Subsequently, Earl Edwin again put himself in opposition to the Normans, was betrayed by some of his professed friends, and was overpowered and slain. His head was carried to King William, who, it is said, shed tears at the sight, and was displeased

with those who had cut off the Earl's head, and banished them from the kingdom.

King William nearly eight hundred years since gave the lands of Earl Edwin to Alan, Count of Bretagne, who married Hawise the king's daughter. By this gift, it is said, that Count Alan obtained two hundred manors and townships. To protect himself, his family, and property, from the hostile people among whom he came to reside, he erected Richmond Castle.

After the death of Count Alan, the Castle and lands became the property of the son of Hawise, by a former husband, the Count of Bretagne not having left any child. The owner of Richmond Castle was created Earl of Richmond. This title was by King Henry the eighth, advanced to that of Duke of Richmond, in favour of one of his sons. The dukedom, and the estate connected with the Castle of Richmond, came into the possession of the ancestors of the present owner in the reign of King Charles the Second.

The Castle which once was a princely residence has long been in a state of decay. Leland, who saw it more than three hundred years since, says it was then fallen into decay and deserted. It is said, that the Castle has not been inhabited since the year 1485, when it came into possession of the crown, by the accession of Henry the Seventh, who was previously Earl of Richmond. The walls of the keep, or principal tower, are nearly one hundred feet high and are eleven feet thick. The floors of the upper stories are destroyed. This keep is fifty-four feet by forty-eight feet on the ground plan. It contains a well of excellent water.

Although the Castle is in ruins, the scene is majestic and interesting. The venerable antiquity of the building, the loftiness and massiveness of those parts which yet exist, the broken arches and ivy-mantled towers, produce impressions on the mind of the beholder which inspire surprise and admiration. The site of the Castle is fully one hundred feet higher than the river which flows at the bottom of the hill. Except on the side next the town, the Castle must have been inaccessible, in consequence of the steepness of

the acclivities on the other sides. On the side next the town there was formerly a deep moat or wide ditch. The whole of the Castle was surrounded with a strong wall, with towers at intervals. It was a military stronghold, constructed to be a place of security, and the residence of princes, who exercised absolute authority over the inhabitants of the surrounding country. In those times when such places as Richmond Castle were occupied as baronial residences, and military fortresses, the masses of the people were held in a state of abject bondage to the barons. We are thankful that the feudal times are passed away, when almost all who held any portion of land, except the barons, held their land on the condition of rendering military service to the lord of the manor, whenever their services were required. The Gospel of Jesus Christ preached in this country has been the means, under God, of wonderfully improving the state of society.

It is supposed that the name of Richmond, has been derived from Rich Mount, a name given on account of the richness and beauty of the hill on which the town and Castle stand. There is also a beautiful spot a few miles from London, which is called Richmond in Surrey, and it is said, that its name was in like way taken from the richness of the scenery, and called Rich Mount, and afterwards altered to Richmond. There are many very lovely spots on this globe, on which the eye delights to linger, and by which we are constrained to admire the grandeur and beauty which God has given to our earth. How much more lovely heaven must be than the earth, we may faintly conceive from the teaching of God's word. Everything in heaven will tend to fill the soul with pure delight, and cause the happy spirit to glorify the Author and giver of every good and perfect gift; let the reader think much about heaven, and seek a meetness to dwell there for ever.