It was a glorious sight, though weird and spectral, and the young painter halted in mute admiration.

The scene seemed scarcely of the earth at all.
"Most folks are pleased with that when they first see it," remarked his companion, with the flattered air of one who exhibits some wonder of his own to a well-pleased stranger.

"You are very lucky, Sir; it is not often one gets so good a view." "I am lucky, too, in having so fair a guide to show it me," said Richard, gallantly.

"There is a church in air too: what is that ?" "That is Gethin church, Sir.

It stands all by itself, a mile from the village; but folks say that the tower was first built for a landmark for the ships, and that the church and church-yard were added afterward." "Then people die here, do they, even in this land of dreams ?" said Richard, half to himself.
"Die, Sir?
Oh yes," answered the young girl, sadly; "my own mother died two years ago, and lies buried there in yonder lonesome place.