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'I hasten seawards ; come with thought we might have done her good, me; my music is sweet and soothing, and got her safely out.' but it is nothing to the great ocean's. “My attention was taken up with a Yes! I fancied it sang always—“I go dark wall of black cloudy stuff rising in to the sea ! come with me!” and whom the south-westward, and I comanenced had I, dear old uncle, to care for where taking in sail. Do you remember one I slept but you ?'

beginning in the Bay of Bengal in this 'Come, Polly, don't go on so,' said manner; that night we lost our foreold Martin trying to smile, — don't.' mast, where, when the clouds broke, we

“But she continued, “Yes, Uncle, I saw the moon eclipsed, and said we longed to get near it, to be on it, to be should never forget it?” far away from all land, and fancied I “I do,” said I, “ remember it well ; should die so much happier if clear of every man and boy knew fear that night all those trifles, which were miseries to if never before ; but go on describing one in my health, but which I could not

your squall.” help nor avoid meeting. You know, “I will, as near as I can,” he went Ursula, I came to die on the sea, if it “It came slowly towards us with a was His will ! having been often told sough and moaning, such as you hear and knowing well I should not live long. when, sitting in doors at home, all ears I feel it is not far-off—it is a wide listen as if to a supernatural voice outgrave, Mr. Treweeke!'

side. The squall struck us at eleven, and “I started at my name, and without from thence till four hours afterwards opening my lips stole away on deck, and we had a perfect battle with wind and made some work to distract my thoughts rain. The wind veered and shifted, and -'Is it possible,' I kept muttering, that no sooner had we the yards braced up it is not all a dream ? Can this young on one tack, than everything would be girl be resigned to early death and an aback, and she would be grinding round ocean grave ? No! it could hardly be. on her keel. Before I could get the She dying, and I strong-hearted, and topsails reefed she would sometimes be full of health, living on! No! it could dashing through the water, and like a hardly be.

mad dog scattering foam from her on “I saw very little of her after this,

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know the kind of only calling at intervals to ask in a low night, and the work it brings." voice how she was getting on. If she "Go on," I said, interrupting him, heard me, I would hear her asking “go on; I realize it better when you nurse if that was Mr. Treweeke, and I describe minutely." would hasten away trying to stop the Well, then! in a moment,” he conbeating of my heart. The old man and tinued, “it would lull, and she would Ursula were constantly with her, and stagger uprightly, and shiver like a either would come and tell me whenever horse in battle, the sails flapping and she had mentioned my name.

I had slatting, the topsail sheets surging in never seen consumption, and would not the yard-arms with a loud snap, the allow myself to think but of her getting lightning playing between the masts, better, and re-appearing on deck in the and cracking like a coach-whip about finer weather coming.

our ears, while from the black masses “ We had run down our easting, and rolling over our mastheads, peal after were well up for the Strait. Still the peal of thunder grumbled and burst, as weather was variable and squally with if to annihilate a doomed ship. calms, when old Martin said

“About three in the morning we were night :

in a dead lull ; the squall had passed ** This is not good for poor Molly; over, and was moving away from us; she won't last long. I wish I hadn't but it had left an unearthly stillness brought her, Treweeke; but I did it all and silence behind it, around us, and in for the best-all for the best! I the air, a close pent-up feeling as of suf

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focation that even now I seem to feel. panionship of a young girl for a few Rolling uneasily from side to side, short months should sink so deeply in now and then a mass of water would my heart, and colour all my future with strike us on the bow or quarter, or any- a hopeful radiance, making me strong where, with the dull, hollow sound of for work, and braced for trouble, firm a wooden hammer, subsiding again with for success, and ready for adversity-that a splash, as if breaking into a thousand even now, telling you all this, I see fragments; fagged and worn out, the angelic wings and hear an angel's voice, crew huddled under the forecastle, and when trying to pierce the thick oceanic a chilliness came over me, not from my cloud that wraps her in the far-off wet clothes—they were warm to the

Eastern sea ! touch—but as if a foreboding or fore- “On board ship, as you know, one shadowing of some disaster. It was cannot retire to a secluded spot and very dark. I held on to the mizen top- indulge either his grief or joy in quiemast back-stay, and tried to see the tude. There is always work to be helmsman, but couldn't. Thinking, done, and, light heart or heavy heart,

I go down and see how they are ?' there is no shirking it ; it must be and wringing the wet out of my coat- faced. The day of her death and of sleeves, I only shrank and felt cold, the squall, was one of those which, from suddenly cold, when a voice-I turned a mixture of actual work with deep and not to see whose, said

sad thought, remains graven on the 6 You may take in everything, sir; memory, although conscious at the time the wind went away with her; we of having done and seen everything as if shall have a quiet day, Mr. Treweeke, in a dream. The squall seemed to have to bury Mary'

dragged all the turbulence of the sea, “Was it all a dream, old fellow ? all and the vapours of the atmosphere, away a dream ?” and, leaning his head on the with it, and left a life-giving warmth capstan, I heard him struggling to re- and vitality in the air as of a May-day press his sobbing.

in childhood. A mere thin veil of Are you tired, or shall I go on?” he fleecy clouds rested round the horizon, said, looking up after a long pause. into which the deep blue of the zenith

“Not tired,” I said, “pray go on.” faded in till it became grey, and this in He did so, continuing in a kind of turn melted into the silvery surface of reverie.

The wind had died completely “How some days above others, with away, and the throbbing of the ocean's all their minutest events, and even our heart after its night's wrestle with the personal feelings at the moment of their dark spirit that had passed over it, was occurrence, fix themselves on the mind, seen only in long thin black lines that, unconsciously exercising an influence on starting out from the haze, grew firmer our inner life, and through it partly our and more distinct on their approach, outer one! Called up suddenly, in some ever rising and falling, gleaming and out-of-the-way place, by a slight coin- vanishing, until dying away near us cidence of nature perhaps, if nothing they showed on the other side firmer else, the whole of their incidents and and more distinct, retreating and sweeptheir results coming vividly back, the ing, and bound on their long journey good returning with its good, the evil northwards. Every sound jarring on with its evil, that retaining its sway my ear, and acting under some curious mostly which has been most cherished idea that it would be more honourable in the interval. This beautiful night with death on board, I gave the orders and your mention of Procyon, recalled to haul all the sails up snugly; so stirless all that memorable voyage, and I feel was the air, their flapping and fluttering relief at having told you, what, till now, made it more mournful; and, noting with has been all my own. Why did I merit what a subdued and quiet manner the

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say, 'I hasten seawards ; come with thought we might have done her good, me; my music is sweet and soothing, and got her safely out.' but it is nothing to the great ocean's.” My attention was taken up with a Yes! I fancied it sang always—“I dark wall of black cloudy stuff rising in to the sea ! come with me!” and whom the south-westward, and I comanenced had I, dear old uncle, to care for where taking in sail. Do you remember one I slept but you ?'

beginning in the Bay of Bengal in this Come, Polly, don't go on so,' said manner; that night we lost our foreold Martin trying to smile,—don't.' mast, where, when the clouds broke, we

“But she continued, 'Yes, Uncle, I saw the moon eclipsed, and said we longed to get near it, to be on it, to be should never forget it ?” far away from all land, and fancied I “I do,” said I, “ remember it well; should die so much happier if clear of every man and boy knew fear that night all those trifles, which were miseries to if never before ; but go on describing one in my health, but which I could not

your squall." help nor avoid meeting. You know, “I will, as near as I can," he went Ursula, I came to die on the sea, if it on. “It came slowly towards us with a was His will ! having been often told sough and moaning, such as you hear and knowing well I should not live long when, sitting in doors at home, all ears I feel it is not far-off—it is a wide listen as if to a supernatural voice outgrave, Mr. Treweeke !'

side. The squall struck us at eleven, and “I started at my name, and without from thence till four hours afterwards opening my lips stole away on deck, and we had a perfect battle with wind and made some work to distract my thoughts rain. The wind veered and shifted, and -'Is it possible,' I kept muttering, that no sooner had we the yards braced up it is not all a dream? Can this young on one tack, than everything would be girl be resigned to early death and an aback, and she would be grinding round ocean grave ? No! it could hardly be. on her keel. Before I could get the She dying, and I strong-hearted, and topsails reefed she would sometimes be full of health, living on! No! it could dashing through the water, and like a hardly be.

mad dog scattering foam from her on “I saw very little of her after this,

But you know the kind of only calling at intervals to ask in a low night, and the work it brings." voice how she was getting on. If she “Go on,” I said, interrupting him, heard

me, I would hear her asking "go on ; I realize it better when you nurse if that was Mr. Treweeke, and I describe minutely." would hasten away trying to stop the “Well, then! in a moment,” he conbeating of my heart. The old man and tinued, “it would lull, and she would Ursula were constantly with her, and stagger uprightly, and shiver like a either would come and tell me whenever horse in battle, the sails flapping and she had mentioned my name. I had slatting, the topsail sheets surging in never seen consumption, and would not the yard-arms with a loud snap, the allow myself to think but of her getting lightning playing between the masts, better, and re-appearing on deck in the and cracking like a coach-whip about finer weather coming.

our ears, while from the black masses "We had run down our easting, and rolling over our mastheads, peal after were well up for the Strait. Still the peal of thunder grumbled and burst, as weather was variable and squally with if to annihilate a doomed ship. calms, when old Martin said

“ About three in the morning we were night:

in a dead lull; the squall had passed ** This is not good for poor Molly; over, and was moving away from us ; she won't last long. I wish I hadn't but it had left an unearthly stillness brought her, Treweeke; but I did it all and silence behind it, around us, and in for the best-all for the best! I

the air, a close pent-up feeling as of suf

every side.

one

can I

focation that even now I seem to feel. panionship of a young girl for a few Rolling uneasily from side to side, short months should sink so deeply in now and then a mass of water would my heart, and colour all my future with strike us on the bow or quarter, or any- a hopeful radiance, making me strong where, with the dull, hollow sound of for work, and braced for trouble, firm a wooden hammer, subsiding again with for success, and ready for adversity—that a splash, as if breaking into a thousand even now, telling you all this, I see fragments ; fagged and worn out, the angelic wings and hear an angel's voice, crew huddled under the forecastle, and when trying to pierce the thick oceanic a chilliness came over me, not from my cloud that wraps her in the far-off wet clothes—they were warm to the

Eastern sea ! touch—but as if a foreboding or fore- “On board ship, as you know, one shadowing of some disaster. It was cannot retire to a secluded spot and very dark. I held on to the mizen top- indulge either his grief or joy in quiemast back-stay, and tried to see the tude. There is always work to be helmsman, but couldn't. Thinking,

Thinking, done, and, light heart or heavy heart, go

down and see how they are ?' there is no shirking it; it must be and wringing the wet out of my coat- faced. The day of her death and of sleeves, I only shrank and felt cold, the squall, was one of those which, from suddenly cold, when a voice-I turned a mixture of actual work with deep and not to see whose, said —

sad thought, remains graven on the “ “ You may take in everything, sir ; memory, although conscious at the time the wind went away with her; we of having done and seen everything as if shall have a quiet day, Mr. Treweeke, in a dream. The squall seemed to have to bury Mary'

dragged all the turbulence of the sea, “Was it all a dream, old fellow ? all and the vapours of the atmosphere, away a dream ?” and, leaning his head on the with it, and left a life-giving warmth capstan, I heard him struggling to re- and vitality in the air as of a May-day press his sobbing.

in childhood. A mere thin veil of “ Are you tired, or shall I go on ?” he fleecy clouds rested round the horizon, said, looking up after a long pause. into which the deep blue of the zenith

“Not tired," I said, “pray go on.' faded in till it became grey, and this in He did so, continuing in a kind of turn melted into the silvery surface of reverie.

The wind had died completely “How some days above others, with away, and the throbbing of the ocean's all their minutest events, and even our heart after its night's wrestle with the personal feelings at the moment of their dark spirit that had passed over it, was occurrence, fix themselves on the mind, seen only in long thin black lines that, unconsciously exercising an influence on starting out from the haze, grew firmer our inner life, and through it partly our and more distinct on their approach, outer one! Called up suddenly, in some ever rising and falling, gleaming and out-of-the-way place, by a slight coin- vanishing, until dying away near us cidence of nature perhaps, if nothing they showed on the other side firmer else, the whole of their incidents and and more distinct, retreating and sweeptheir results coming vividly back, the ing, and bound on their long journey good returning with its good, the evil northwards. Every sound jarring on with its evil

, that retaining its sway my ear, and acting under some curious mostly which has been most cherished idea that it would be more honourable in the interval. This beautiful night, with death on board, I gave the orders and your mention of Procyon, recalled to haul all the sails up snugly; so stirless all that memorable voyage, and I feel was the air, their flapping and fluttering relief at having told you, what, till now, made it more mournful; and, noting with has been all my own. Why did I merit what a subdued and quiet manner the

the sea.

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and personally grateful to them when I so shapely and full of beauty becoming saw each man and boy had shifted his part of the great sea itself, its diswet clothes with his best.

When we

severed particles would be borne round had got everything aloft made as snug and round the world by its ever-throb

as possible, no sound broke the silence bing pulsations; and, starting from my save the plashing and surging of the reverie, I felt as if my brain wandered. water about the rudder, the creaking of “Getting the prayer-book, I looked the lower yards on their trusses, and the over the portion I should have to read, sullen tap of the carpenter's hammer as and tried vainly to think of the mystery he completed the rude coffin that was to attending the changing of our vile hold that fair form. Old Martin and body, that it may be like His glorious Ursula had never emerged from the body.' But I was conscious of some cabin, and from my soul I pitied the new and strange knowledge stirring in old man and her at their sad task. This was to be my first burial at sea, and “After taking the sun at noon,

I what wonder if strange and undefinable ordered one of the boys whenever he emotions stirred me, when, with the saw me coming out from the cabin to carpenter directing, we raised a plat- commence tolling the bell. It was a sad form at the starboard gangway, turning task for the poor little fellow, and he two waterbutts on their ends and placing would willingly have handed it over to planks on them with their outer edges some other body; for many a time, I dareon the gunwale? We spread an ensign say, had a word or smile from her who over all, and our preparations were sup- was gone, made his little heart lighter, posed to be complete. I then went in and his dull sea-life cheerier. On going and asked if I could be of any use. into the cabin, I found the carpenter 'No, my lad, no !' the old man said, and Old Martin placing her coffin on the • Ursy and I'll manage all—'tisn't for a table, and, scarcely conscious of the young lad like you to handle death. · feelings prompting me, motioned to the You'll read the service over her-about carpenter to hold on a little. Working one, I think ; and see the men are tidy. up the latitude and longitude, I wrote You need not work them much to-day!' them on a piece of paper, and put

“Left to my own reflections, and with underneath in a firm hand, as if still the terrible silence all about me, I expecting some one to read itscarcely think I should have been startled had the sound of that trumpet

MARY HAY.

Died at Sea, which

July 15th, 1844. * To archangelic lips applied

F. TREWEEKE, Shall rouse the heavens, quench the stars,'

and tacked it on the inside of the coffinsuddenly burst on us from the blue lid. Old Martin then whispered, 'Let overhead, and stopt our voyage over the the crew have a look, Treweeke; it'll do ocean and through life. As it was, my them good,' and took his own last kiss, mind seemed to become enlarged, and an with a good-bye, Polly.'. awful sense of our own littleness and “The men and boys, who were all God's greatness stole over me. I thought clustered silent and sorrowful at the of the strange fancy which had led her front of the poop, came in one by one, to choose the ocean for a resting-place- stole a glance with tear-dazzled eyes on if that could be so-called, where there the sweet face—as sometimes happens, was no rest; wondered if the coffin far more beautiful in death-and then would reach the bottom ; fancied the the carpenter shut all up from our sight. strange sea-things staring at it in its Few there were who looked on then, descent-of its being borne hither and even so briefly, but took away a thought thither, to and fro, in its never-resting to last a lifetime. At a wave of the hand progress to decay, until the form once from Old Martin, we bore her to the

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