shed, they should all have a
day's holiday, which they certainly did require. William caught some
fish, a turtle was speared and wheeled up to the house; and they not
only had a holiday, but a feast. Mr Seagrave and William had been
walking on the beach with Mrs Seagrave and the children, while Ready
was assisting Juno in cutting up the turtle; they had shown Mrs
Seagrave the storehouse, and the goats with the four kids had been led
there, as there was no longer any occasion for them to remain in the
house. The weather was beautiful, and they agreed to go and examine the
garden. They found that the seeds had not yet commenced sprouting,
notwithstanding the heavy rains.

"I should have thought that so much rain would have made them come up,"
said Mrs Seagrave.

"No, my dear," replied Mr Seagrave; "they require more of the sun than
they will have till the rainy season is nearly over; a few days like
this, and they will soon be above-ground."

"Let us sit down on this knoll, it is quite dry," said Mrs Seagrave.
"I little thought," continued she, "that I could have been so happy in a
desert island. I thought I should feel the loss of books very severely,
but I really do not think that I could have found time to read."

"Employment is a source of happiness, especially when you are usefully
employed. An industrious person is always a happy person, provided he
is not obliged to work too hard; and even where you have cause for
unhappiness, nothing makes you forget it so soon as occupation."

"But, mamma, we shall not always have so much to do as we have now,"
said William.

"Of course not," replied Mr Seagrave; "and then we shall find our books
a great source of enjoyment. I am anxious to go to the other side of
the island, and see what have been spared to us, and whether they have
been much damaged; but that cannot be until after the rains are over,
and we can use the boat again.

"Look at this minute insect which is crawling on my finger," said Mr
Seagrave, turning to William: "what a number of legs it has!"

"Yes, I have seen something like it in old books. How fast it runs with
its little legs; thinner than hairs--how wonderful!"

"Yes, William," replied Mr Seagrave, "we have only to examine into any
portion, however small, of creation, and we are immediately filled with
wonder. There is nothing which points out to us the immensity and the
omniscience of the Almighty more than the careful provision which