Where The Sun Does Not Set

Tbo followiiiií gratphio sketch is ñ-o-.n the deseription of the soene wi Mr. OhampbeU and his party, in the uorth of Norway, front a cliff abovc the sea : "Theocean stretch. -d away in Bilent vastness atourfeet; the sound of wavea scarcely ronched our iiiry lookout : in the north thr huge olq Bun switng low along the horizon, üke the dow bont of a pendulum in the tall olook of , our grandtather's psrlox corner. We ill stocd eis lont loooking at our watoheg. hou both handt oametogether at fcwelve, niiclnight, the full orb hung trlumphaatly ubove the waves, ;i bridge of gold running north, spanning the seas besween us.- Thi re ho shone in silcnt majesty whioh kin-w no sottinj. We involuatarily took oil' our hats ; no wond v:is BpokoB. ' Comliino. if you oan, the most briüianl ui Bunaef you ever saw, :ml tho beautiea will pal befgre the gorgeont ooloxing wbioh lit up theooean, heavene and mountains. In half an huur the sun swung up peroeptibly on his bout, thocolorsohangedto thoseof morning, a fresh !iivi'i' vippled over the watera, ono song after another piped up in the grove bohind us- wo hád slipped i ïto another diy.