CHAPTER XVI.
The Glen of Stones.
They proceeded in silence through the curvings of the dell till it opened into a hazardous path along the top of a far-extending cliff, which overhung and clasped in the western side of a deep loch.

As they mounted the pending wall of this immense amphitheater, Helen watched the sublime uprise of the king of light issuing from behind the opposite citadel of rocks, and borne aloft on a throne of clouds that swam in floating gold.

The herbage on the cliffs glittered with liquid emeralds, as his beams kissed their summits; and the lake beneath sparkled like a sea of molten diamonds.

All nature seemed to rejoice at the presence of this magnificent emblem of the Most High.

Helen's heart swelled with devotion, and its sacred voice breathed from her lips.
"Such," thought she, "O sun, art thou! The resplendent image of the Giver of all Good.