After watching them with great interest, Helen managed to reach the edge of the stream, or, more properly, pool ; for the water had here collected and remained perfectly motionless. She had bathed her face, and was cooling her burning hands**, when she was startled by a red glow, seeming to burst from the surface of the water. Starting, she looked round. Never did a more magnificent sight burst upon human eye. The glowing pool was but a faint reflection of the glorious sky — the whole being one sheet of molten gold, from which pillar-like clouds of the same dazzling brilliancy were streaming up towards the zenith. Suddenly the verge of the horizon became streaked by rose and put pie, succeeded by a dazz'ing radiance of an indescribable hue ; and then, in an instant, the sun, in all his glory, burst forth, the mists floated away, losirg themselves in eternal space, leaving tho triumphant monarch of the sky a boundless path of deep fathomless blue : that blue into which the eye gazes, on and on, rising to the unknown world of light: beyond. Nor did Helen, as she looked upon this scene, wonder at the worship of snch a god. After watching the la-st golden cloud fade away, Helen turned to her com panions; they were fast asleep, utterly regardless of the glories that had banished fatigue, and even sorrow itself from the exile's heart. Beside Zillah lay a folded kaross, with a pillow of dry grass, ready for her guest ; but thought was too busy in Helen's heart ; she had no inclination to sleep ; so she leant back, and gazed along the -vaves of grass, as, moving to and fro, they kept up a ceaseless murmur- not unlike the sighing of a summer breeze, yet with a ringing tone resembling the iEolian harp. They awakened sad memories — memories of the past, and dark foreboding thoughts of the future.
