scenes that the little John Paul first gazed abroad upon the world.
As years gave him strength to wander, these views, with all their weird legends, inspired him to ramble forth. Sometimes with the son of Mr. Craik, he explored the rocks and caverns, climbed the heights, and gazed out over the broad expanse of ocean. Perhaps he wondered a little about the strange land beyond, and longed to go there. He could see the ships which passed along the shore nearby, and hear the hoarse voices of the hardy mariners borne upon the inward breeze. He could hear the loud, gruff commands of mates and skippers. Down in the little bay, along the edge of the lawn, the storm-tossed vessels often came for shelter, and their tall masts mingled with the slender trees of the grove along the water’s edge, and seemed to be a part of it. We may well imagine the wide open eyes of the little boy, as he watched the sailors rowing toward the shore, in their small boats, and listened to their wonderful tales of
