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aloud, and smiting both thighs with my bold husband's side, against fearhis expanded palms, exclaimed, ful odds, when I fought with a

Oh! my darling Nancy, are we to boarding-pike, and the child that I part here? Work, my merry mates, loved was wounded as it lay swadwork, and let us save her; cast all to dled in my bosom; but I never saw the waves, and lighten her, that she men's lips quiver with fear before. may float. I can gain gold, and get Ye are not men; for ye stand like a gallant crew again ; but when shall stones and move not, and I and my the wisdom of man build so fair and bonny babe are lost.' And she seated so noble a ship? A ship! by the herself by the remains of the mast, immeasurable might of ocean, she is in stern and resolute despair. She a sovereign princess on water, a bared the forehead of her child,– crowned queen of the deep, and the kissed it on lip and brow-uttered a meanest spar in her side is worth a short and earnest prayer,--and then dukedom-the rudest plank on her clasping it to her bosom, gazed on deck is better than a baron's land. the scene of terror, as firm and unWork, my merry mates, work; else changeable of face as a personificamay ye be foundered in half a fathom tion of female emotion and fortitude of fresh water in a collier's barge.' carved in monumental marble.

“ But the salvation of the ship, to « The storm had subsided for a few use the words of one of the mariners, moments, the vessel ceased to heave seemed beyond the might of man; and pitch, and the wild fowl flew out and during a brief remission of the in flocks from the cliffs and the catempest, we toiled but to show that verns; we imagined deliverance was all toil was in vain. At this moment, at hand. To cast a log' overboard I heard the voice of a woman sooth- with a rope, and for a man to swim ing her child; and presently the ma- ashore, seemed but the work of a few riner's widow, mentioned at the he- minutes ; but those precious moments ginning of my adventure, leaped of intermission in the storm were upon deck, with her babe at her lost in fruitless attempts to force the bosom, and gazed for a moment on vessel from the reef. I looked on the the scene of terror and desolation be- sea behind us—the swell was trefore her. She clasped her child closer mendous. I looked to the sky to her breast, and exclaimed, Heard here and there, where the cloud had I one lamenting the loss of the ship? rolled off from the blue, I saw the What is a piece of dead dumb wood fiery seams, which the lightning had to human souls? Are ye mariners, scorched-but my attention was soon some of ye old and brave ones, and fixed on a mass of dense dark clouds, know ye not that another shock will which, dropping down upon the ocean, split the ship in twain, and scatter came rolling towards us, making the her planks like chaff on the ocean? waves roar and foam below it. The Hearken how my husband would cloud increased, and became darker have spoken ; ye miss his spirit when lightnings flashed from its sides, the peril is at hand-down with the thunders accompanied it—and the boat and a rope, he would have said; whirlwind which moved it came furor stay, a boat won't live; down rowing the sea as hollow as a valley with a log and a rope, and if there is -burst upon us as with a roar-and, not a man has the heart to float a. heaving our ship on a mountainous shore with it, and moor the vessel to billow, dashed her asunder against yon high rock, bind my babe to my the rocks. A crash and a loud outback, and I will go myself. Ah! cry of agony was heard, and the my sweet wean, much is thy gallant ship and all it contained was scattered father wanted now; but thy mother's as foam on the water. I seized on a spirit shall save thee-ye smile, my plank, and, emerging from the waves, darling, with the milk between your í beheld my companions struggling lips-an thou livest thou wilt be a among shattered timbers and an brave man, and a true one in time of agitated sea-the strong man swimextreme peril. What! are ye men, ming, trusting in his strength, and the and can a fierce storm and a craggy weaker clinging to spar and plank, coast make ye tremble and turn with the mad resolution of despair. pale ? I have been in tempest, and I Blinded with the brine, they graphave been in battle too - in battle by pled with each other, and, after many

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a shriek and struggle, went to the if the same fortune awaited any of bottom in threes and fours. Amid my comrades. I heard a low and this fearful scene, I beheld the cap- faint cry, and saw on the crest of a tain clinging to the figure which large wave the mariner's heroic widow, adorned the prow, and sputtering clinging with one hand to a part of out the sea brine as he strove to the ship, and with the other claspreach the land. • Ah, my bonnie ing her child to her bosom. Her Nancie,' I heard him exlaim, a strength was nigh spent, and she thousand dangers have I braved with seemed to relinquish the hope for her thee, and many a gallant fellow has own life to maintain the contest for drawn his cutlas beneath thy pen- that of her babe. Let none, who

We have lived through many know not the strength of a mother's a bitter blast-stood many a furious love for the babe of her bosom, prebroadside, and now we must go sume that I speak untruly, when I say down together on a savage shore, that I saw her, when part of her face and in a nameless place. But we and a long stream of her raven-black part not while one plank of thee lasts hair were alone visible amid the and life remains with me. A huge overwhelming surge-saw her, in the wave threw itself upon him, and his triumph of holy and maternal affeclast word was one of affection for tion, hold her child with both hands his ship. Ah, my bomie Nan- fairly above the waves for a minute's eie,' I heard coming gurgling from space and more, and heard her utter him, among the o'er-mastering bile a faint and fainter cry-imploring lows.

help alike from God and man. In “ Escaping by what has ever ap- a monient like this, let the man peared to me an interposition of never know what the name of faHeaven, I clung to part of the wreck, ther, husband, brother, or son, is, and, raising myself half out of the who would not have periled all the water, gazed around, and here and blood which pertains to his name there, amid the rolling surge, I saw to have saved the meanest creature a head of long hair floating-a hand that ever swaddled a babe. When held up for help, and heard a feeble I first saw her I had run round to the cry of agony, and a sinking shriek. promontory point, and, throwing mya The edge of the promontory was self fearlessly into the sea, was withmuch too steep to climb, and against in arm's length of this heroic creature, this the sea rushed with such vio, when her convulsed hands were lence, that its foam flew over the alone visible above the water, and summit. On the top of the cliffs her child was looking into the waves herds of deer and goats stood gazing for his mother, and sobbing. Another down upon us, and, I imagined, not moment and she had perished. I without compassion for the agony seized her by the long hair, and, and suffering below. Around us the lifting her head above the water with ravens--the cormorants and sea- one hand, sought to swim with the eagles, flew with a' croak and a other. The effort was beyond my scream, and the wings of those ra- strength, and we had all sunk to vening fowls frequently brushed my rise no more had not unexpected face. The sharp promontory against succour arrived. which the ship struck projected far “ At this moment I heard a female seaward, with a point resembling a shriek; and, looking shoreward, I saw vulture's beak, forming a sheltered a young woman-her hair close and haven, in the shape of a half moon, curling—her arms and half ker legs with a beach of shells and pebbles, bare--dressed in a short tunic and and presenting a deep and beautiful girdle, carrying a pitcher and a basket cavern, where the primitive inhabi- in her hand. She threw them down, tants interred their chiefs. Into this and came running, or rather boundplace of refuge it was my good for- ing like a wild roe, to the watertune to be swept-the waves were edge. She loosed a little boatstill, and the shore easy of access; rowed it towards us with the swiftso, forsaking my plank, I sprung ness of the wind; and as the tumult upon the beach, and stood wringing of the waves had abated, she sought the bitter brine from my long hair, to save the child, and place it in her looking seaward all the while, to see boat. The mother uttered a faint

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cry, and held her babe closer, man-may one so young and so genand, nearly or wholly insensible to tle never be doomed like me to days all things else, seemed living only of sorrow and nights of tears.' She for the welfare of her child. The then caressed her child, unbound island maid motioned me to hold by its mantle and its swaddling band, the boat, while, bearing the child and held it out naked before the gently above the surge, she allowed fire; the sweet creature smiled, and the impulse of the waves to carry us extending himself over his mother's ashore. When we reached land, the knees, began to lay his hands over maiden clapped her hands together, his eyes, and coquet with us in the and shouted, Olave Swayne, Olave innocent glee of childhood. The Swayne !' and presently a young man, mother smiled, and we smiled--the dressed in a mixed garb of cloth and mirth of children is some relief to far, bare headed, and with pistols the sorrows of man. in his belt, and a pair of hunting “ When we had warmed and respears in his hand, came leaping freshed ourselves, Christiana Swayne towards us from the cliffs, crying, said, “Come with my brother and Christiana, my sister, what is this?' me-let us leave this place and seek He threw his arms around the win our home, and ye shall dwell with dow and her babe, and bore them us during the winter, which is fast

apinto the shelter of the cavern. I proaching. The deep snow will then stood for a moment, and blessed God: cover the earth-the sun will forI gazed along the sea, but all my sake us, the wild beasts of prey will companions were lost and gone; and roam about the land, and night and cleansing the impure foam from my gross darkness will reign for many locks, I followed into this wild days. But winter, with us, is no chamber.

season of misery, but the time of “ The young man snapt his pistol, mirth. In the summer, and in the and raised a little fire of dried leaves, autumn, we provide against the while his sisterbrought some dry drift- wants and the wrath of winter; and ed wreck-wood, and soon a clear and when the sun forsakes us, we drown a glowing flame gleamed along the the moan of the storm, and the howl. sides and roof of the cavern. A bed ing of the hungry bear, in the music of dried moss and leaves was spread of many a friendly voice; for we -the young man threw a mantle of have men among us who frame sweet fur over it, and there the widow ballads to the lute and the cittern; and her babe were laid, and extend- nor lack we strange fictions and doed close to the fire. The maiden mestic stories, the trial of men's wit, from her little basket brought honey and the din of the dancer's heel. So and milk, and a kind of soft, thin, come with us—escape from our land white bread, and placed them by is hopeless till the sun of summer the widow's couch, and sat watching comes—all your companions are gone, at her head for the first symptoms and your vessel is strewn on the of returning sense. She opened her coast, and there will be no one to eyes—gazed wildly round her- carry you to friends or to kindred. hushed her babe, shut her eyes again So

and dwell with Olave for a small space, then suddenly Swayne and me till the winter passes opening them she murmured, when away, till the white lilies show their she saw me, · Bless thy fair face and heads, and the voice of the young kid fearless heart, my brave youth—but is heard from the rock, and the cry of for thee, this babe-the only babe the wood-dove from the top of the of a blessed husband, had sunk and forest tree. Come and dwell with perished :—and bless thee also, my us.' And we followed the maiden fair maiden, with the eyes and heart and her brother to their abode." of a mother, and the courage of a

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TAERE are few things that impress entering once more the door of the more strongly upon the mind the une house in which I first opened my stableness of every thing around us, eyes on the world, and in gazing upand the voracity of time, than a visit on the corner of the parlour in which to the scenes of our childhood after my father used to take his afternoon the lapse of many intervening years, pipe, thirty years ago, and my moand an observation of the changes ther used to sit nursing on her knee which have taken place there in the a lively sister of mine, of whom aspect of natural and artificial ob- death, a few years afterwards, dejects. Some trees that, when we last prived her. I should see again the saw them, were scarce larger than chimney-piece, over which had hung shrubs, have grown up and spread the picture of a ship in full sail. On their branches on every side, in the this my young eyes had a thousand full vigour of maturity; others, that we times gazed with admiration, and I remembered fine and flourishing, have had often rudely sketched it on my disappeared altogether. Hedges and slate, or scrawled what I thought a fences have been removed; the pade resemblance of it on the discarded dock ploughed up with the lawn, cover of a letter. A large landscape and the garden, which is always the in oil, an indifferent copy from Wilrepository of a thousand pleasing re- son, once hung near the door, on collections, transformed into a mea, which I thought the utmost effort dow. Every little spot, rendered of skill in painting must have been dear from association with our early expended. "I fancied, could I restore years, and which we expected to these objects to their old places, that hail with overflowing hearts, has un- I should spend in that room entire dergone some kind of transformation. days, holding communion with the We gaze upon the places so changed spirits of the past. Full of this kind with sadness : sigh at our reminis- of castle building, and feasting upon cences, and hasten away from the anticipation, I reached the house, scene, half afraid lest its present but found it untenanted and desolate. state should weaken the images in the The wind sighed through the broken picture which memory has preserved. casements; a sort of wing, containBut of all objects of this sort, the ing what had been used as a nursery dwelling where we passed our ear- in my time, with a chamber over it, liest hours is that which we revisit had been pulled down to improve after years of absence with the the road, on which it encroached. deepest and most touching sensa- Improvements of this sort, necessary tions: we feel as if any change in it as they are, make sad havoc among were a cruel innovation upon a pro- the most precious objects of our perty which we deem our own, and early associations. What mementos ever wish to behold the same. of past pain and pleasure, belong

Twenty years had elapsed since ing to hundreds of minds, are inI beheld my father's house, and volved in the destruction of a street, the place where I had spent the or the widening of an alley!—in this earliest part of my life. Business respect purveyors of brick and mortaking me into that part of the coun- tar are sworn foes to the poetry of try, I determined to visit it once

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The appearance of our more, for the sake of recalling by- old house smote my heart, but still I gone times, and persons identified congratulated myself, that I had with it in memory. Certain locali- found the greater part of it entire, ties are powerful doing this with and that I might enter it again, and us all-the remembrance of parents gaze upon the rooms where once my long since deceased would be fresh- young heart had throbbed with deer there than any where else. I an- light at the smile of a kind father, and ticipated a melancholy pleasure, on of the best mother on whom the sun

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had ever cast his beams. What a me there in the halcyon hours of my gift of heaven is a kind mother! youth. I went into the room that earth has nothing to compare with had in my time been the study, and such a blessing the best' father is seated myself on the fragment of a but half a good mother. How happy stool which I found in the dusty awas Pope, that he had one to watch partment, curtained with the spider's and nurse, when he was himself past web, and looking aged from neglect. the meridian of his life-a happiness I recalled to recollection the side but few have known that could enjoy near the window where my father it as he did.

used to sit and meditate, until I alBut to return to my subject. With most imagined him to be there. His some difficulty I procured the key of desk and papers, his velvet cap that the dilapidated habitation from an hung on a peg over it, and his ponaged neighbour, who well remembere derous tomes of divinity, arranged ed my family residing in it. We en- carefully on either hand, were again tered it together, and I felt as I al- visible to my “mind's eye,” as they ways feel at the presence of a place had once been in reality to my bodily which I have inhabited with objects vision. I went into the chamber that are

I thought of where I was first introduced into Moore's beautiful song

this distempered scene of being; but

my reflections related much less to There we shall have our feast of tears, myself than to others—my mind

And many a cup of silence pour, dwelt principally upon the former Our guests the shades of former years, inhabitants of the dwelling, and was Our toasts to lips that bloom no more. constantly asking itself-where are

they? My companion was not, however, In the dining room the memory of much formed to partake in these sen- many a repast that I had partaken resations, and I dispensed with her curred to me, with the spot where the society in rambling through the a- table was always placed when we partments. What a gloom pervaded had visitors, and the countenances of them all-so sad were my recollec- several well-known guests, not one tions, that their neglected state added of whom then survived. I would but little to the sombre colouring have given an empire to have placed flung over them by memory. My them there again for an hour or two. heart beat quick as I entered the What a delicious intercourse we sitting room, which had been most should have held! How affection, commonly used by the family during ately I should have addressed them, my childhood; all was silent, mourn- and told them, and let them see, bow ful, deserted. The furniture, the my heart overflowed with delight, and colours of the carpet, the paper on that the measure of regard I felt for the walls, even two or three of the them had not declined with increase visitants, who were once free guests of years and knowledge. Descending there, all started to my recollection. the stair-case, I found my name I remembered on which part of the carved in the wainscot at the bottom, walls I with my companions had which had been done thirty years sketched our shadows in profile by before, at the age when the knife in candle-light; and a name written on boyish hands is a sad implement of the glass of the window, long prior to mischief among school desks, smooth my family having become inhabitants barked trees, and church pews. In of the house, which I had spelled silence I entered the garden behind over a hundred times during child, the dwelling, where literally hood, still remained entire. I was standing among the wrecks of the

Many a garden flower grew wild. past, and gazing upon their shadowy What numerous happy hours I had and broken forms. Where were the gambolled away there! The rank friends that I had seen there in my grass, that had sprung up from the childhood? I looked around me, and long unshaven plot, was intermixed I could observe no trace of them with coarse tall weeds, and the brown I searched, and I could not find one leaves of the trees, for the season was face that had looked smiling upon autumn, rustled mournfully among

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