magnificent scenery for something to dwell upon.

"Are you sure, sir?" said Mary Fuller, timidly, looking up; "are you
quite sure that this is the same world that Isabel and I were in
yesterday?"

"Why not? Doesn't it seem like the same?"

"No," answered Mary, kindling up and looking eagerly around; "it is a
thousand times larger, so vast, so grand, so--. Pray help me out, I
wish to say so much and can't. Something chokes me here when I try to
say how beautiful all this seems."

Mary folded her hands over her bosom, and began to waver to and fro on
the moss seat, struck with a pang of that exquisite pleasure which so
closely approaches pain when we fully appreciate the beautiful.

"You like this?" said the Judge, watching her face more than the
landscape, that had been familiar to him when almost a wilderness.

"I should like to stay here for ever. It seems as if every one that we
have loved so much, is resting near the sky away off yonder falling
close down upon the mountains."

"It is a noble view," said the Judge, standing up, and pointing to the
right. "Have you ever learned anything of geography, children?"

"A little," they both answered, glancing at each other as if ashamed
of confessing so much knowledge.