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remembered then that there was a small fishing village at the foot of the cliffs, out of sight, which had probably furnished forth the little congregation; and presently, from the sound of chanting, and the low roll of the organ, she perceived that some kind of evening service or practice was going on. The voice of psalms and the murmured prayers and amens harmonized dreamily with the solitary place and the sunset. Shadowy forms of music seemed to float over the moor and fade amongst the purple wilderness of the peaks, and Alice drew near the chapel and listened, leaning against the gatepost. This was another voice, clearer and holier than the earth message. There was something strange and impressive in listening to the same psalms, the same aspirations and hopes which had stirred the hearts of generations, ever sounding on from the hot Judæan valley and holy temples of Zion, till now they floated over the untrodden moorland and everlasting hills of this new world in the South.

The English settlers who first landed on this coast half a century ago, had brought the seeds of wheat, and grafts of vine, and all the fond familiar forms of orchard and garden to plant round their dwellings; and the holy hymns and prayers of their church, which they carried like