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walking to enjoy the fresh sea breezes. Others were sitting reading; and many ladies were busy at crotchet work or knitting, now and then lifting up their heads to watch the distant vessels, or notice the pleasure boats which were scudding along before the wind in the offing.

Along the shore, and on the old pier, there was a great deal of company. Indeed it seemed to be a very busy place. But we were attracted to walk over the sands to inspect the tall monument erected on the shore to the memory of Lord Nelson, who, sixty years ago, was an Admiral of the navy, and won many great sea fights. He was born in Norfolk, and so the nobility and gentry of the county erected this high pillar to celebrate his exploits. But it is chiefly useful now as a landmark for sailors when out at sea, for it can be seen from a great distance. We walked round it, and read the inscriptions, and then sat down to partake of the refresh.. ments we had provided. It was a hot day, and the shadow of the high monument was very pleasant.

We took another walk through the best parts of the town, and noticed several handsome and spacious places of worship. We had heard of one very old dissenting chapel, and being curious to see it and its fittings, after some inquiry, we found it in one of the old narrow yards.

The present minister is a very aged man, We did not see him, but were told that his appearance is as ancient as the place in which he preaches. He had gone out to visit some of his afflicted friends; but his house-keeper showed us over the old chapel, which was a curiosity in its way—a peculiar specimen of an old nonconformist meeting-house. One incident in its history

had induced us to seek it-William Bampton, the first English missionary to Orissa, East Indies, was, when a young man, a ! member of the church meeting in it. The parish church appeared to be a large but low and venerable structure. We much wished to see its interior, but had not time.

Yarmouth is an ancient borough town, and when walking through the streets we noticed placards on the walls announcing a nomination for the election of two members of parliament next day. One of the candidates, we observed, was a townsman of our own, John Mellor, Esq., Queen's Counsel, and Recorder of Leicester, who, with his colleague, was returned without opposition. Mr. M. is just such a man as we would wish to have both on the bench and in parliament, tempering justice with mercy and kindness, decidedly evangelical in his religious principles, liberal in his political views, and yet wise and prudent in the application of them. His aged father yet lives to see these honours accumulate on his esteemed son, before whom there is the prospect of yet higher advancement. And I mention this circumstance here that my young readers may see how, in this free coun

way is ever open to all to positions of eminence when sought for diligently and honourably.

We had a pleasant ride back to Lowestoft that evening. But I must not lose sight of Yarmouth without mentioning one thing above all others, for which it has long been famous—I mean its herring fishery. Numbers of boats are employed in this perilous work, and thousands of barrels of herrings are sent from this place every year all over the kingdom. Some time I may tell you more both about the

try, the

fishermen and the millions of fish they take, and which usually go by the name of “Yarmouth bloaters."

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What wonders there are in the great wide sea!
GOD made the Sea, the wide, deep Sea, How wonderful its ceaseless din;
And holds it in His hand :

The restless, heaving strife:
The turmoil and tranquillity,

What curious secrets hide within Are both at his command.

Its depths, what wondrous life. A child can often safely play

I love to think that He who made Upon its pebbly shore :

The great unbounded sea, The bravest hearts may feel dismay Is the same God, whose love has said, When breakers dash and roar.

Come, little child, to me. Now I think I have told you all that I thought you might wish to hear of our visit to the Eastern Coast. There were some other things I might have named if I had been writing of a visit to the sea side for the first time, but I omit them because they are only like what I have told you before.

We left Lowestost about noon, and returned by the line which runs through Ely to Peterborough. We had only time to have an outside glance of the cathedral at Ely. The town is but a small place, and one might wonder now how it ever came to have such a massive cathedral and be the seat of a bishopric. But the whole country has changed since the days when these matters were first arranged; many old cities, once important places, have since sunk into insignificance, and many regions now swarming with busy life were then barren moors without an inhabitant. So ever-changing is the world and the people that dwell therein, and the places they inhabit.

We reached home safely about ten o'clock in the evening, and found our own house in peace.

THE LITTLE MISSIONARIES. You will remember that we told you about two little girls giving pretty books away on the sea shore. If you turn to page 105 you can read it again, and we would advise you to do so to refresh your memory. When we wrote that we did not expect those dear girls would ever see what we had written about thein. But they did; for a few weeks ago we received a letter from one of them about it. The letter does not tell us her name or where she lives, but the post-mark outside the envelope gave us, as it often does, a clue to guide us a little as to where she lives. But we are not anxious to discover their retreat or reveal their names. We should prefer to leave them to enjoy their own modest seclusion, wishing them and their beloved mother every blessing from Him who accepts and honours our humble efforts to promote his glory. This is a copy of the letter we received :To the Editor of the Children's Magazine," from the Elder of

the two Little Girls whom he met on the Eastern Coast. DEAR SIR,—As I was passing through our grave-yard on Saturday evening, after rehearsing the tunes for the sabbath on the harinonium, one of mamma's Bible class girls beckoned to me, and said, “Here! I have something about you,” and she opened a little yellow-covered book, pointing to the page headed, “OUR VISIT TO THE EASTERN COAST." I recollect the circumstance you mention, and think we left Lowestoft the day following.

Mamma, myself, and my two sisters distributed several hundred books during our stay there, which were generally well received. That evening she remained at our lodgings with my elder sister who was not in good health. Since our return home we have all had the hooping cough, and have scarcely recovered it yet, in consequence of which we have given up with regret, our classes in the sabbath school. We were all much interested in your recollections of us, and pleased with your reminiscences of Lowestoft.

We spent a very pleasant time there—and whenever we take a trip to the sea-side, papa and mamma see that we are well supplied with a variety of books, for it is their earnest

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