Democratic Enquirer

Where the Sun Never Sets.

The following paragraph is from the description of a scene witnessed by Mr. Campbell and party in the North of Norway, from a cliff one thousand feet above the sea:

"The ocean stretched away in silent vastness at our feet; the sound of the waves scarcely reached our airy lookout: away in the North the huge old sun swung low along the horizon, like the slow beat of the pendulum in the tall clock of our grandfather's parlor corner. We all stood silent, looking at our watches. When both hands came together at twelve, midnight, the full round orb hung triumphantly above the wave—a bridge of gold running due North spanned the water between us and him. There he shone in silent majesty that knew no setting. We involuntarily took off our hats: and no word was said.— Combine, if you can, the most brilliant sunrise and sun-set you ever saw, and its beauties will pale before the gorgeous coloring which now lit up the ocean; heaven and mountain. In half an hour the sun had swung by perceptibly on its beat, the colors changed to those of morning, a fresh breeze rippled over the flood, one songster after another piped up in the grove behind us—we had slid into another day."