ength of the sea-breeze. He
heard with awe the sound of many waters as myriad waves dashed against
the rocky coast--those same waves which farther along, as the shore
became sandy, rippled out in the lowest murmurs. In the caves, too, he
saw new forms of life--the many-coloured sea-anemones, sea-weeds,
shells; and in the sea itself fishes shining like mother-of pearl.

"There were some mountains in the distance, and he went towards them.
While climbing up their sides, the sky, which had been bright blue, now
became overcast. Black, thick clouds quickly gathered, till day seemed
turned into night. Then there shot through the darkness a swift, bright
flash, lighting everything up for a moment, then leaving all darker than
before. He had not recovered from his astonishment when he heard a
sudden crash, as if the mountain were splitting into pieces, followed by
a long deep roll of boundless sound. Again and again he saw the
lightning's flash and heard the thunder's roar. Then the raging ceased,
the blue sky began to re-appear, the sun shone through the rain-drops,
and on the departing clouds he saw an arch of many colours, beautiful in
form and brilliancy--the lovely rainbow. He gazed at it with strange new
feelings till it all melted away.

"At night he always returned to his cell. This night, however, he was so
full of the wondrous scene he had witnessed on the mountain that he
stayed out of doors, walking up and down his familiar garden path with
downcast eyes. He was deep in thought, when at last he raised his eyes,
and instead of a clear sky he saw tiny points of light shining through
the gray twilight. As the darkness deepened he saw myriads and myriads
of these bright points--the stars. He wondered at the mystery.

"He now began to meet with beings like himself, at first one or two,
then many more. He found the difference in human beings was very great
indeed. Some of them kindly came to him, and told him many things about
the world in which he now daily lived. They taught him how to read books
in which was written the wisdom of men who had lived long ago. Here was
a new, wide opening, as he looked back into the past, into the times so
very far away. But the books were not all old; some were written by
living men, into which they had put their choicest thoughts, and they
gave him an insight into the best part of a man--his soul and mind.
Others told him of the wonderful discoveries made by clever men. They
brought