OCEAN SOLITUDE.
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There are no solitudes on the earth SC full of solemn and impressive grandeur, as ,be solitudes of ocean. None but they who have trayersed the vast wilderness of wa ters, and gazed long and musingly abroad over its trackless wastes, can fully imblbe the imrression which the ocean solitude IS suited to fasten on the thoug ghtful mind.

 "A solitude,' says Burke, more solemn and awful than that of the mountains, for est. or deserts, penetrateS the soul with a spirit of devotion. Every agitation produ- ees new beauty, or new wonder; the mira cles of the Armament are reflected in every wave, in the unceasing restlessness of which we recognize the ever-marching progress of time; and as the waves gradually accunu- late al a distance, seeming to collect their strength in their approach to the shore, and fall on the beach in the form of semi.cif- cular cascade, contemplation seems to have the power of producing ambrosial slumber and silently whispering to the imagination that the soul is of eternal duration; we seem for a moment, to be Qike Enoch,) in the road of translation to heaven. Many are the paragraphs in the sacred writings de- scriptiye of the ocean. In the Apocalypse, how sublime are those passages where an angel is represented standing with one foot on the sea and the other on the land, with his hand stretching to heaven; when at the sound ofa trumpet, a burning mountain falls into the sea-a third part of which becomes an ocean of blood. Equally sublime is the passage, where S.. John represents himself as behoding a new earth, and new heav' en, with the sea fading from existence. In the ocean, we contemplate a Being capable of measuring all it's waters in the hollow of his hand,' and who seems 10 our lhhnl'e imagination, to have exercised in forming II me greatest possible exertion of cmn'Po tence. Philosophy itself acknowledges in its contemplation, all the fire and enthusi- asm of poetry. In man, and in the workings of man, we observe no permanent ordcr.- y'he laws of nature, on the contrary, are forever the same, operating with equal con- s,ancy, whether in the Scythian, the Allan tic or .he Indian, the Antartic or Pacific.

 sWhen the waves swell with the storms, the sky darkens with clouds, and rocks re- verberate till echo wearies in repeating their sounds; how vast is the conception of power alone capable of commanding obedi. ence 10 his mandate:

 Silence, ye troubled waves; and thou, deep

 peace! Sa,d the omniic World-'yo your discord cease.'

 sHushed to repose, calm and sedate majesty glides as it were upon the azure; a nd the Spirit of the Eternal seems to move mon the waters Sailor's Mag0zine.