The blue waves have not yet tired of their unceasing sports; they still chase each other in mad glee from far over the sea, each striving to outdo his fellows, as they come tumbling in with deep-toned voices.  The beaming beacon still keeps vigil over Nantucket’s peaceful slumberers, while her little ones, in their gladsome dreams of childhood, wander up and down those shores, intent upon their search for the most delicate sea-mosses, exclaiming with each new found treasure,—­“See!  I have found a gem among the sea-weeds.”

Gentle reader, you are weary, and I will here seek to bid you adieu, with many thanks for your kind attention; and great is my joy, if haply any have been impressed in spirit with that meek and holy submission which shall lead them to say,—­“Thy will, O Lord, not mine, be done;” and when loved ones shall be borne away from us, may we take up our cross with renewed love for Him who gave, and hath taken away,—­and say, “blessed be the name of the Lord,” forever.