The Newtown bee., 1895-03-08

sun and dry off.
 What does the average American school-boy know about the products of Bermuda? He knows that Bermuda raises onions and potatoes, for he has studied that in his geography and seen them in the green grocer's store. When l saw Bermuda, could not help wonder ing if some of us Americans were not green also in taking all the potatoes and onions that are marked Bermudas in our markets as actually grown in those is- lands. On our ride of 24 miles from St George to Hamilton and return we did not see enough potatoes and onions to stock one good country store, let alone all the stores of Uncle Sams dominions. To our persistent inquiries as to where all the potatoes and onions grew that we had seen in our northern cities, our color ed driver responded that they were fur ther inland; and, as the average tourist is
 MIGHTY MAN OF FAITH,
 we accepted this statement. Still, pota- toes do grow in Bermuda, for we saw them already well above the ground and we were assured they would be ready to dig in May, little ahead of our slow Newtown farmers. But lilies, too, grow in Bermuda, great fields of them culti- vated like our root-crops; and oleanders grow there, too, great hedges of them lining the roadways sometimes 15 or more feet in height. The banana, too grows there luxuriantly, the first 1 as raw Yankee ever saw growing anywhere :; and the lemon and orange and cedar and india-rubber tree and screw-pine (whose roots seem all out of the ground) and host of other trees, some ugly and un- shapely, some graceful, grow in Bermuda and help to make it we'll worthy the name ''the land of the lily and the rose" and the land where the pilgrim, tired of fighting with the neuralgia and rheu- matic pains that come on the chill east winds of our northern climate, can go and dream and bask in delicious sunshine and let his soul dream itself away in scenes of endless bliss.
 Saturday evening, February g, the good ship "Friesland' again weighed anchor and headed for lands far beyond the swelling Atlantic flood. While we are again getting used to the rolling motion and again setting our sea-legs in worthy i'm for an uninterrupted voyage of eight days, let us stop to think of that almost forgotten story of Atlantis. Plato, I think, speaks of it, how the story goes that once upon time where our proud ship now braves the waves, a great continent appeared, great re- public like our own. It had populous cities and
 FERTILE FIELDS AND WINDING RIVERS and heaven touching mountain domes :; but in trice, as it were in the twinkling of an eye, this fair land disappeared be- heath the engulfing wave, and from it's submerged bourne no traveller has re- turned to rehearse to us it's vanished glory. How true this story is I cannot say may be 'tis only dreamy legend of of the sea, but it furnishes us food for reflection in these long days when the hours drag weary lengths along. And how many a continent of tpfrete castles of fortune and smiling valleys of plenty and sun jeweled heights of success has been buried for us all heath the onrush- ing waves of pitiless reality and merci- less fate! Yes, and it was right across this track of waters, too, that that in- trepid navigator, Christopher Columbus, sailed, and that was not so many cen turies ago, either, compared with the hoary antiquity of the lands we shall soon visit. It has seemed to us this week, as day after day we have steamed on and on, seeing no vessel, espying no sail, as if we were indeed on an unknown sea, as if there were no further shore, as if we were solitary amid abysnal waters: but what thoughts must have stirred | Columbus breast, as he passsd over his hitherto untracked course as he realized what failure in his undertaking meant, as with resolution born of hero ism he pressed on he knew not where.
 Surroundings have much to do with our feelings everywhere, but nowhere moro so than on the sea. Place 5t earnest Christians in room where { chilly sensation at every other moment steals up the backbone and where tht | lights are dim and low, and then asl them to pray fervently and sing hosannal | to God. What is the result? Thei place these same Christians on steam
 ship in the midst of the vast rolling sea
 where everything about them speaks O
 Him who holdeth the great deeps in tn
 hollow of His hand, whose way
 through the mighty waters, whose cir
 cult is the blazing pathway of the stars What is the result2
 AND so NEVER WAS A SERVICE
 more impressive than the one, beautifu
 because of it's simplicity, which wa
 held in the fore cabin, last Sunday morr
 ing. It was the old message of the gos pei very simply told by Rev ".
 Robinson, Methodist minister of Day ton, 0 but it found sweet acceptanc with the Shakers and Quakers an