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About Norway. 293 some lofty tower its own sad tale: the mind thus occupied never grows weary of dwelling upon effects that will not shape themselves into words, for they are subtle as the chameleon, delicate as the bloom upon the wing of a butterfly, and seem to partake as little of earth as the rainbow itself. Day after day, the same tones, the same glories meet the eye, but you are no more familiar with them than you were at the beginning, and you watch for them as eagerly and anxiously as when they first struck upon you with astonishment. ‘At last you feel that, for a time, earth has been left behind: you have entered some celestial paradise, more beautiful than dream or imagination Wi aa yi “pons satiny | ies = ile a fii Ai ep ae TT a Hi: — ea ity Tet @ aM i a | ee = a 7\-. IAN a 3 muisaal zal a , ee m i a: Wi Wim => —e Tt a Lh Se an jy # at || Ee ig NATE) We Awe WE ale m Diy bas ee a, iHSSS S SS : | —— Md A SaaS /]) 7) he =j LS : ey i Heli = sia a = ies i TT eae a S I\ ee EE ET 2 KO SRYL OR HAMMERFEST. ever pictured. So ethereal and unearthly is the whole effect that you dread lest a day or an hour should bring out of the east a cloud no bigger than a man’s hand, which shall expand and cover the heavens, until all these glories give place to a sort of death in nature. | And the change comes. As you look back upon the dream of sunshine and beauty that has been with you day by day, and compare it with the desolate skies and black clouds, the bitter winds and drenching rains in which there is no dream, but a great deal of stern reality: despair falls upon the spirit, melancholy and weariness mark you for their own, and you long for the end. ‘So it was with us. On reaching the summit of the flat table- land of the North Cape which stretched around, covered with rein- COnnicoookKs (©)