I took a seat: St. John stood near me. He looked up the pass and down the hollow; his glance wandered away with the stream，and returned to traverse the unclouded heaven which coloured it: he removed his hat，let the breeze stir his hair and kiss his brow. He seemed in munion with the genius of the haunt: with his eye he bade farewell to something.

"And I shall see it again," he said aloud，"in dreams when I sleep by the Ganges: and again in a more remote hour- when another slumber overes me- on the shore of a darker stream!"

Strange words of a strange love! An austere patriot"s passion for his fatherland! He sat down; for half an hour we never spoke; neither he to me nor I to him: that interval past，he remenced-

"Jane，I go in six weeks; I have taken my berth in an East Indiaman which sails on the 20th of June."

"God will protect you; for you have undertaken His work," I answered.

"Yes," said he，"there is my glory and joy. I am the servant of an infallible Master. I am not going out under human guidance，subject to the defective laws and erring control of my feeble fellow-worms: my king，my lawgiver，my captain，is the All-perfect. It seems strange to me that all round me do not burn to enlist under the same banner,- to join in the same enterprise."

"All have not Your powers，and it would be folly for the feeble to wish to march with the strong."