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LONDON QUARTERLY REVIEW.
ART. I.-1. A Londoner's Walk to the Land's End; and a Trip to the Scilly Isles. By WALTER WHITE. London: Chapman and Hall.
2. Rambles beyond Railways; or, Notes in Cornwall taken A-foot. By W. WILKIE COLLINS. Second Edition. London R. Bentley.
3. The Route-Book of Cornwall: A Guide for the Stranger, Tourist, &c. With Maps and Embellishments. Exeter :
4. Cornwall: Its Mines and Miners. With Sketches of Scenery. By the Author of Our Coal and our Coal-Pits,' &c. (MR. LEIFCHILD.) London: Longmans.
5. The Insalubrity of the Deep Cornish Mines, and, as a Consequence, the Physical Degeneracy and Early Deaths of the Mining Population. By MR. JOHN ROBERTON. Reprinted from the Transactions of the Manchester Statistical Society for 1859.
6. The Minutes of the Wesleyan Conference for 1862. London: Mason.
THE fearful shipwreck near the Brisons Rocks, off Cape Cornwall, which took place January 16th, 1851, will still be in the recollection of many of our readers. At the time, its melancholy details thrilled the hearts of all England. The brig 'New Commercial' struck early on the Saturday morning in the midst of a terrific storm. Of the crew, all but one, a black, after vain
struggling with the surge, were engulphed by the waves. The master and his wife remained during Saturday night and many hours of Sunday, clinging to the island-rock, (one of the Brisons,) in suspense for their lives. In the course of the Saturday, when the storm was over, and the surge was beginning to abate, the black swam for his life, and saved it; a wonderful feat in such a sea and on such a coast. But it was not until the next day, that the sea had so far abated, as to permit the coast-guard boat, with its intrepid crew, to put out into the surge. The commander threw a rope by means of a rocket on to the rock. The master adjusted it around the person of his wife, and encouraged her to plunge into that still terrible sea. Bravely she leaped, and the coast-guard men drew her strongly yet gently to the boat, and lifted her in. But the slip-knot had not been properly secured; the noose had tightened round the person of the unfortunate lady as she was drawn in through the waves; and a few minutes after being laid down in the boat, she breathed her last. When the husband was brought safe on board, his wife was dead!
Seldom has there been witnessed such universal excitement and such profound sympathy pervading a population, as during that Saturday and Sunday at Penzance. As soon as it was known that a vessel had struck near Cape Cornwall, an agony of interest and suspense filled all hearts. On that Saturday night anxiety kept many in the town awake; by day-break on the Sunday great numbers were on their way to the scene of the shipwreck; the congregations at the churches and chapels were that morning much thinner than usual, and were restless and excited, thinking of the shipwreck rather than the sermons. Soon after the hour of service was over, hundreds more, in vehicles and on foot, were on their way to Cape Cornwall; the cliffs surrounding the bay being crowded throughout the day, until all was over, by thousands of spectators gathered from all the country round about.
It might be supposed that, on a coast where shipwrecks are sadly frequent, familiarity with such calamities would have lessened general concern and interest. This, however, is not the case. A fellow-feeling lives in the heart of the community; there are few who have not some relative at sea; many have lost at least one dear kinsman or friend by shipwreck; hence the news of a vessel in danger carries a thrill of