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cued by the other vessel, darted like a desire for preserving life which had led ray of light through my mind. I start me to make such powerful exertions was ed up and hurried on deck as fast as my now leaving me. I grew indifferent as blindness would permit; I inquired to my fate"I cared not whether I lived aloud if any person was on board; but or died. A languor, a listlessness, took the groans of some dying wretch alone possession of both my mind and body. answered to my demand. I tried to run A sensation of drowsiness gently stole forward to the main-deck, but the wreck over me I felt no pain-my only deof the fallen masts completely blocked sire was to obtain sleep, and I was on up the way. I therefore retraced my the point of resigning myself to its insteps, climbed to the highest part of the Auence, when the halloo of voices smote prostrate spar, waved a small fragment on my ear. Like a touch of electricity of a sail over my head by way of a sig- I felt a renewed vigour shoot through nal, and shouted with my whole force. every nerve; again I strove, and clung Again and again I repeated my cry, lis more firmly to the coop, and returned tening between whiles with breathless the shout with all my remaining voice. attention for the blessed sound of a hu But the momentary ebullition was gone man voice returning my cheer ; but all -nature was totally exhausted— I could

lence, save the audible pulsation bear up no longer-I ceased to struggle. of my own heart; the fearful roaring Again the waters flowed round my and crackling of the flames; and the mouth-gurgled in my throat-closed sputtering, hissing sound of the blazing over my head- I was conscious of gratar. The ship had now swung round dually going down—when, all of a sudwith her head to the wind, and the ex den, something grasped me by the hair, cessive heat of the smoke warned me and gave me a violent pull to the surthat the fire had gained the quarter-face. deck and was swiftly approaching: to When I recovered my senses, I found retain

my situation was no longer prac- myself surrounded by several people, ticable-nothing remained for me but who informed me that I was on board to trust myself to the waves before it his majesty's gun-brig, Snarler, whose reached the powder-room. Without re boats had captured the pirates after their flecting that I was only avoiding death : desertion of the ship, and on their refor a few moments longer, and had no turn had observed and picked me up. chance of ultimately escaping, I jumped Under the hands of their surgeon I soon down on deck, searched for a rope, tied recovered my sight, and, by the time it round a hen-coop, and lowered it into we arrived at Halifax, I was as well as the water. I then slid down on the top of it, undid the line, and with my breast On my return home, I found Cuthon the raft, and my legs in the water, bertson had sailed just before I arrived, propelled it from the vessel. In this and though we had both of us Clyde half swimming fashion, I urged it for-ships, we never had the fortune to be in ward with all my might for a conside at the same time; so we never met rable time, till I heard the ship blow again. up. I now stopped to take breath, for It will now be eight years this seamy overwrought strength began to fail

son, since I got the command of the me. Several times I lost the coop, Severn. I joined convoy at Cork, for which I regained, after much labour and North America, and sailed in company swimming about, only to be washed with a large fleet. We had batting from it again. These repeated plunges

These repeated plunges head-winds the whole passage, but we were fast diminishing my little remain beat on till within a few days sail of ing strength—my grasp was becoming Cape Breton, when it came on to blow more and more feeble.' The instinctive the hardest gale I ever reefed canvas io.


The fleet was all scattered here and appearing amidst the foam of a trementhere, like a flock of wild geese, making dous breaker. the best they could of it. It was a fear It was now that his last promise in ful night-as black as pitch, and ren Mondego Bay, so long forgot, recurred dered more appalling by tremendous to my recollection. I pondered it over flashes of lightning at short intervals. in my mind, and tried, as I had done I have weathered many a storm, but then, to slight and laugh it past. I fan-lightning so vivid and lengthened cied I had reasoned myself out of my I never witnessed. The mate and apprehension, but a lurking tremor at half of the crew had turned-in for bottom made me fear that the calm was the second watch ; I had, therefore, only on the surface. the charge on deck, and was scud The whole fleet, after the gale, made ding the ship under a close-reefed their destination in safety, but the old foresail, keeping a look-out on a light | Lion of Port Glasgow never cast up. shown by some vessel close under our Time passed on, till that very day lee-bow, when, all at once, it gave a

twelvemonth-when in such another deep lurch to larboard, and disappeared. gale, and at the self same hour, I again Whatever she was, I instantly knew that saw the Lion founder. But the vision she must have broached-to, capsized, was only disclosed to my eyes. That and was probably foundering; I there voyage I lost the Severn ; she sprang a fore called to the man at the helm to leak at sea, we left her with seven foet haul his wind on the starboard tack, and water in her hold, and just cleared keep clear of the wreck. This we had her before she went down. I saw hardly accomplished, when a sheet of the same vision again, after the fire showed me a ship on the beam-ends, lapse of three years, and I was then right under our lee-quarter. Every wrecked on the coast of Holland. thing had been washed off her decks, Now, for the last time, I have seen it with the exception of one solitary figure this night who stood holding on by the weather I have long felt the withering touch rails. He looked up to our stern lan of the finger of fate, but now the whole tern, as we rushed past him, almost to weight of its hand is on me. My extouching. The light fell, full and strong, istence has drawn to its final close, for on his upraised face, and uncovered I dare no longer disbelieve the warning. head, and, to my grief and horror, I And better it is to die at once, than live recognized the countenance of poor thus in the continual fear of death. That George Cuthbertson! Instinctively I which to others is enjoyment of life, is threw myself half over the quarter-gal to me only a source of misery : surlery-stretched forth my hands to snatch rounded by their families and kindred, him from his perilous situation, and they look through the vista of future Joudly called out his name. I make no years, and only see happiness waving doubt that he heard, and knew the voice them forward on their journey—but, of his old friend, for he gave a faint re sleeping or waking, in light or darkness, ply; too faint, indeed, for me to dis the vision of the foundering ship has tinguish the words; but as a token of never been from before my eyes.

Oh, his recognition he opened his arms, as Sir!


you may never feel the if to embrace me, waved his hand, and curse of being a doomed man-to have pointed homeward. I understood the the book of fate, as it were, laid open signal- essayed to countersign, but to you. From the careless, light-heartthe vessel was again sweeping before ed, rattling sailor, what a miserable the wind and we left him to his fate. transition to the gloomy, melancholy, One minute afterwards, another flash wretched being that I now am. And shewed me her main topmast-head dis yet at times I have roused myself to


shake off these feelings, and, with the my packet, I found the captain trying rich man in the parable, have said to persuade her to give up the thoughts “ Soul, take thine ease, eat, drink, and of going, as it was dangerous to be in a be merry;" but the response rang in small boal on the western ocean, if the mine ear, with a voice like thunder, wind or sea suddenly rose. But the “ Thou fool, this very night shall thy lady could see none in the calmness soul be required of thee !"

and serenity of the day; she had crossed

over to Roseneath many times when the Here we were interrupted by the sea was rough, without alarm, and never boatswain piping up the morning watch. met with an accident. In short, her The captain started to his feet, and went heart was set upon it, and go she would, on deck to relieve the mate, while I even though it were in the stranger's again retreated to bed, and fell asleep, boat, if he was so much afraid. This musing over the strangeness of the nar was out of the question—she had been rative.

particularly recommended to his care, When I, ascended the deck next and, seeing her so positive, he gave up morning, I found a ship lying becalmed farther opposition. The jolly-boat was at a little distance from us, and Miss lowered and manned-Miss BBexamining her, with great de handed down—the captain took his seat light, through a spyglass, full of conjec at the helm, and the bow-oar pushing tures as to her name and destination. off, they pulled from the vessel. The wind had died quite away, the sea During the day the ships had drifted was like a vast mirror all round us, and to a considerable distance from each nothing remained to indicate the pre- other, but as the evening set in, a smart ceding night's storm. The vivifying breeze sprung up, accompanied with a influence of the morning sun and clear haze : however, we could distinguish our atmosphere raised all our spirits, and boat leave the John Campbell, who fired Gilkison even appeared in some degree a parting salute, and then setting all her cheerful. While we loitered about, canvas, bore away before the wind. We giving our several opinions of the stran also got under-way, and with easy sail gers, we saw them lower their boat, / stood on in the direction of the boat. The row for our ship, and, in a short time, time passed in which we expected to fall come along side. They proved ac in with her, but still she did not make quaintances of the captain, and of Miss her appearance. Becoming rather unBe, homeward bound, and we wel- easy I proposed to heave the vessel to, comed them on board with pleasure. | lest we should pass them in the dark, and In the course of conversation, they ex to show lights; for the fog had become so pressed their regret at not knowing us dense that we could not see the length of sooner, or they would have brought a the ship before us.- This was instantly present of half a turtle to the cabin, and done; and

guns fired to direct them in some fruit for Miss B--: but by way. case they might not perceive our lights. of making up for our loss, they proposed Hour after hour passed in this manner, our accompanying them back to the in a state of terrible anxiety and alarm. John Campbell, to dine with their fe- Daylight at length began to break—the male passengers,

and return in the even fog had cleared away, and the mate ran ing. 'Miss B-- was all joy at the up to the topmast-head with the glass, proposal ; she had never eat turtle -and to have a better survey all round. Thesbip it was long since she had tasted West was also got under-way again, and we India fruits ; besides, it would be such cruized about the whole day in all direca delightful novelty to pay a dinner tions; but our search was fruitless. In visit in the middle of the ocean. I de- due time the Susannah arrived safe at clined the invitation, and went below to Barbadoes—but the boat and her crew write letters home. On my return with were never more heard of.


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Charles the Second of Navarre died on the Ist of January, 1387, aged 56, after a disturbed and evil reiga of 38 ycars. Towards the latter end of his life, according to Fruissart, he was accustomed to have his bed warmed with hested air, when once the sheets suddenly caught fire, and be was burned. Otber historians give a differ. ent account of Charles's death. The appearance of the Black Rninbow is very rare in England, and the superstition connected will it in the text is almost equally so.

High above Pampeluna's towers,

Where Charles at life's last hour was lying,
The moon's pale radiance fell in showers,

As if to light from hence the dying:
And court them to a world on high,

That endless pleasures are adorning;
Where hope is lost in ecstacy

And life is one eternal morning.
But joys like these were not design'd
To bless the sinner's evil mind :
Though such delights can never part
From the Christian's faithful heart :
And Charles was one, whom history's pages
Will blush to own in after

For France hath fix'd upon his name
Her blot of everlasting shame,
The Bad !-then fearful might he view
The hour of death which onward drew,
And find no comfort in the sight
Of that most calm and heavenly night.

'Twas in such blessed moonlight scene,

Lured by an hour so fair and smiling,
Two courtiers trod the garden green,

Their sad and weary thoughts beguiling:
Ere morning broke on tower and plain,
And sleeping nature waked again;
Causing the night more swift to roll,
In sweet exchange of soul with soul.
And much they spake of France's state,
And of their dying soveriegn's fate;
And conn'd the names and actions o'er,
Of kings, who centuries before
Had slept in dull oblivion's clay,
And left the sceptres of their sway
To those, whose vice or virtue shone
The curse or blessing of the throne.
While upon Memory's wing thus fast
Glided the monarchs of the past.
Each in a low and gloomier tone
Spake sadly of their dying one,
And fix'd his tear-beclouded

Upon the blessed moonlight skies;
For all have some who hold them dear,
The worst may claim one pitying tear ;
And e'en the vilest hearts have found
A soul to which their love was bound !
'Twas said, that night was fair to view;
And such a heaven of streaming blue
Hath seldom o'er th' eternal space

Spread out a robe so soft, so pale ;
It was as if noon's golden face

Shone brightly through night's loveliest veil! There was not in the azure air,

Aught that appear'd like mist or cloud;
But morn with midnight blended there

The brightest hues and lightest shroud,
One vast eternal screen o'er all
Seem'd from the skies to earth to fall,
Casting a dim transparency
While shining bright and riding high,
The glowing stars held on their way;

Pale Luna shed her light around,

As calm as if in sleep profound,
The lovely planet lay.
And where the scene in distance blent
Its features with the firmament,
A fleecy lustre seemed to dress
The purple mountain's loneliness :
O'erhanging with a veil of white,
That half display'd, half hid from sight,
The limits of the landscape bright.

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