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between me and Carlotta, with whom, therefore, I had y situated; and I was sometimes permitted to visit him. to speak, when I spoke to her at all, across her mamma, There, one day, on a window-seat, I found a volume which was very awkward. But as the day grew hotter, | of Machiavelli's works, in which I immediately became Madame B-'s regard for her own comfort overcame interested. My uncle gave me the whole set, but cauall other considerations, and she asked me as a favour tioned me against carrying it to the college, since he t change places with her, as she wished to sit near || assured me my preceptors would certainly take it away. the window for the sake of the air. I would have 'T'll tell you,' said he, 'what you shall do-- you consented to sit in an oven, to oblige her; and, iudecd, must have it bound like the mass book, and take it for some hours during the middle of the day, I might with you occasionally to church. It will then be misas well have baked myself with Monsieur Chabot, as taken for a help to devotion; and while they are have sat where I did, scorched internally by the fire engaged in their unintelligible rbapsodies, or uscless of Carlotta's eyes, and externally melted by the sun. ceremonies, you can improve your mind.'

The Italian patriarch, who sat opposite, was far more “Of course, I carefully followed this advice, and read comfortable, because he had no flesh to lose, being the works of the greatest of Italian writers over and over, little better than a walking anatomy. The sun and till I became familiar with them all. One day, however, atmosphere had done their worst upon him. Brown as one of the holy fathers was preaching on the Chinese as a mummy, with large, heavy, dark eyes, high chcek- mission, I happened to open my favourite volume at bones, and a mouth of enormous capaci he had the commencement of the marriage of Belfegor, the very much the air of

caustic wit and dry humour of which pleased me so His wife had been handsome in hertime; anū the daugh much that I forgot where I was, and smiled again ter was so still, though she had reached, in single bless and again with delight. edness, the alarming age of two-and-twenty, after which “An honest Jesuit,who observed my merriment thought a woman regards her chances of felicity gone in Italy. I it could hardly be excited by a book of devotion, and, apAs papa formed my vis-a-vis, I could not, ugly as he was, | proaching me stealthily, like a cat, looked over my shoulavoid entering occasionally into conversation with him. der, and discovered the horrid truth. Then, stretching He illustrated strikingly the common adage, that one forth his long, bony hand, he seized upon the volume, as should never trust to appearances-since he could an eagle pounces upon a hare, and, thrusting it into his talk like an angel, and had a mind so stored with bosom, cast on me a menacing look, and returned to knowledge, and was of a temper so finely balanced, his place in the choir. Up to that moment I had that, before we had travelled far, I could hardly tell been intended for the ecclesiastical profession; but, whether he or Carlotta was the more fascinating per- / while my heart was boiling with indigpatiou, I made son of the two.

up my mind, and, walking out of the church, went What I had first mistaken for heaviness in his straight to my uncle's; and never entered the Jesuits' eyes, was an expression of extreme serenity. If college again. he had ever known the storms of the passions, “Love, I acknowledge, had something to do with Time, with his vast wings, had now lifted him my resolution. My uncle had a very charming far above them, and placed bim on that intellectual daughter,” said he, smiling, and turning towards eminence where, as Lucretius expresses it, “a man

his wise, who returned the smile; “and proposmay look down upon humanity, toiling, wandering, and ing for her hand, my offer was accepted, though the fretting below.” Strange to say, he had been in the marriage was postponed for some time. Meanwhile

, army, where he had preserved, unabated, through many | I entered the army, where I have risen to the rank of a campaign, his faith in Providence and his love of General. In due time I married; and you perceive," knowledge. Though he had married early in life, he had added he, turning to his wife, and then to his daughter, had but one child, whom he seemed to regard with ex- “the whole of my family.” treme tenderness and affection. His wife was what the “ You are more obliged to Machiavelli,” I observed, French call une femme nulle; that is, a woman of no “than most persons. Through his aid you have character at all.

escaped celibacy, and risen to honour and distinction." I never could pretend to understand the art of Air- Signor Castrucci bowed. tation, and, on the present occasion, most satisfactorily “And now,” I inquired, “ looking back from this demonstrated my ignorance. Instead of taking ad- distance of time, do you think that the notions you vantage of my position to ingratiate myself with Car- entertained of the Florentine statesman in your youth lotta, as any man of the world would have done, I were correct?” entered into a discussion with Signor Castrucci on · Machiavelli,” he replied, “was essentially a rerothe character and writings of Machiavelli. At first, lutionary writer; he despised all the established considering in what country we were travelling, governments of his time, and laboured earnestly to he sedulously avoided politics; but, as conversation subvert them by propagating those principles of exbegot mutual confidence, we spoke out boldly onpediency which render men indifferent respecting the the affairs of Italy, both past and present.

means they employ to accomplish their ends; he referring to Machiavelli

, he smiled, and said, “I will | esteemed liberty the greatest good that men can tell you an anccdote, from which you may perceive enjoy, and thought them justified in wading to it how early in life I became attached to that great through seas of blood. The princes and rulers of his author. I received my education under the Jesuits, time set no value on human life, which they sacrificed who, as you know, watch over their pupils with the in all ways to gratify their most despicable caprices. utmost strictness, allowing them to read no books but | He therefore counselled the people to follow their ex. such as they themselves put into their hands. I had ample, and laboured all his life to undermiue the senan uncle in the town, close to which our college was timent of respect for greatness which is one of the

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most fatal weaknesses incident to human nature.

To || green damps and immense patches disfigure the interior, dissipate this feeling, he dwells on the crimes and and irresistibly lead us to associate humidity and dark. follies of kings and princes, and seeks to overwhelm them ness with everything beyond the grave. In Italy, the beneath a load of contempt. No man can rise from reverse is the case. Varble floors, richly-painted winthe perusal of Machiavelli with the same sentiment ofdows, magniticent altars, pictures, statues, columns, loyalty with which he commenced it. His attack is gilding, and whatever is bright and beautiful—the conducted in the most insidious manner, for he often whole penetrated and almost rendered transparent praises what he wishes you to hate; but is careful by lighi--surround you on all sides, and produce a that his praise should be calculated to provoke your peculiar effect on your fancy. You do not need to detestation."

mount in search of the skies--a little compartment of “Strange,” interposed Carlotta, “ that of so great a heaven seems to have descended for your use, and a man’s life so little, comparatively, should be known.” holy atmosphere murmurs and breathes around you.

Signora,” replied Castrucci, “the lives of the Familiarity does not always breed contempt. Ma. greatest men the world has ever produced have been dame B put more confidence in me as our acquaintobscure, like his. We see the effects their genius pro-, ance proceeded-allowed hier daughter to take my arm, duced, but are unable to measure the productive force ; ;, while she took the other, and conversed with me just as, in our own country, we behold a mountain freely as we walked through the church. They forgot thrown up into the air by volcanic agency, but never I was a heretic, and consequently gave full vent to perceive the power at work.”

those rapturous feelings which devout Catholics

схре“I have read the history of Florence,” observed rience from time to time. Religion, in some persons, Carlotta, “and what remains of the letters ; but should is an instinct — finest in the finest organizations. like to know much more of the mau who wrote them.” The soul, in such cases, seems to be an instrument

We now entered into a literary conversation, in so exquisite, and of so vast a compass, that it cannot which Carlotta's mother, a woman of considerable yield forth all its music when played upon by anykuowledge, joined occasionally. To my great surprise, thing but heaven. Carlotta's soul was one of thesc. I found that the daughter had read extensively, was Her exquisite sensibility, her fervid imagination, her acquainted with Dante, Petrarch, Ariosto, Tasso, and impassioned heart, rendered her susceptible to the most Metastasio—the last more especially—and could delicate influences; so that religion easily became a dissertate upon poetry and usic like a professor. want of her nature. With all this, her manner was the most modest, gentle, She invited me to kneel with her while she said and unassuming that could be conceived. She had, her prayers. At that instant, from a gallery far literally, no vanity, or concealed it with so exquisite and above, we heard a burst of music, and numerous art that she might as well have been without it. voices of women, chaunting the “ Agnus Dei.”

And, oh! the effect of music at such a moment!
Angelic voices appeared to be hymning their Creator

in the courts above. The sounds descended upon us Late in the afternoon, we turned off from the high- like showers of delight; and the Lamb of God, and road, to visit the conventual church of Certosa, the the Virgin, floated softly through the incensed atinterior of which we found to be one blaze of rich or-mosphere. Carlotta placed one of her hands on naments. Few things in a woman are so beautiful mine—the other was pressed against her bosom. as the feeling of devotion. Carlotta, I found, was We did not speak. It was a moment of more than overflowing with it. As we approached the church, || earthly pleasure; and when the hymn had been through an avenue of noble trees, her manner, always chaunted, we rose from our knees, walked forth from modest and subdued, became much more strikingly so. the church, and returned to the carriage in perHer voice sank to a lower key; her animal spirits | fect silence. But, through that silence what celeswere hushed; and her large blue eyes appeared to grow tial melodies appeared to roll! The soul was full moist with delight. " How pleasant it is,” said she of music, and therefore the ear needed none. Such to me, in a low, sweet voice, “ to enter the house of was my brief visit to the church of Certosa. God! See, from the walls yonder, how the Holy Virgin We now pressed on, with unusual speed, towards smiles upon us ! Ah! what rich tints tremble and Pavia, where we arrived in time for a late dinglitter on the pavement! Must not heaven be some- Here we lost sight, suddenly, of Signor Casthing like this

trucci and his family. We took no leave of each And whatever we, here in the North, may say, other. He disappeared in the inn yard, hurried there is certainly something in the architecture, ofl, perhaps, by some friends, who would not allow ornaments, and brilliant light of southern churches him time for the ordinary politenesses of travelling; that kindles irresistibly the spirit of joy. The gloomy or he may have lived at l'avia, and forgotten us in his aisles, aspiring arches, fretted roofs, long casements, eagerness to visit home. Carlotta and her mother and profusion of shadow, in a Gothic edilice, may pro- retired to dine in a private room ; and I was left duce a more powerful effect on our imagination, but with a rabble of Swiss, whose company would have it is not enlivening. On the contrary, it is akin to sor- | been altogether insuflerable but for the presence of row; and, as our climate itself is depressing, we ex- my friend Semler, whose kindness and generosity perience, in their fullest force, all those melancholy of character I have endeavoured to do justice to influences which tend to impart a sombre aspect to elsewhere. A good dinner is apt to soften the worst religion. We surround our sacred buildings with 1 of tempers; it did so in the case of my Swiss comgroves of yew-trees, and, in the country, permit grey panions, whose minds, however, like certain ancient and yellow lichens to spread themselves over the walls || Chinese vases, only showed more clearly the mon.

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CHAPTER XIV.

THE CHURCH OF CERTOSA.

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VOL. XVI.NO. CLXXXIX,

(HAPTER XVI.

In one

sters painted on them as they were the more co m. || setting sun, but a thousand times more bright by pletely filled with wine. I am, upon the whole, ex- those glowing classical associations which clothe tremely tolerant; but the conversation of Swiss and every inanimate object in Italy, and i'npart to it the Germans after dinner was too much for my equani- | accumulated beauty of two thousand years. The mity. As they drank, they bcune connnunicative, | breath of the old Roman Republic seernel to breathe and were so overpowering in their convidence, that I softly around us, rebuking Teutonie despotism, and soon proposed to the flanoveriant)take a walk with whispering that a day of deliverance is at haud. me in the city. However, we were not destined so to cscape, for our jovial friends no sooner discovered our design thin thy abandoned their cups to accompany us. I sent them for the moment to the warınest of all latitudes--that is to sly,

TIIE CIDRUNARO. internally; com'non deeney comelic d me to ipo-11 Vext morning we were stirring witi the dawn, pear flattered by what they really intindi! as a land had already made some way when the sun rose. compliment. So forth we went, with iz'undaue | There is nothing so fleting as those phenomena of of cursing and swearing, and considerably worse mature which we denominate sunrise and sunset ; occasionally, to see the churches of Pavia.

and yet they sometimes paint themselves so vividof these, Semler and I managed to lose ourselves, ly on our memories that the picture never wholly or rather our companions, by slipping softly out at a fades away, save with the crumbling of the canvas, side door, and plunging down the first dusky lane | The beauty of that morning I still reinember diswe could see, which fortunately lecl us ont upon tinctly. The sun rose out of an ocean of ruddy and the banks of the Ticino, near the old-fashioned,saffron vapour, and shed over all the woods and picturesque, covered bridge. It may argue little copses, now moist and glittering with dew, a spletu taste in me, to admire so strange and grote que a dour and a gorgeousness of colouring which to art structure; but I plead guilty, n vertheless, and ac- can imitate. The inystery of creation seems to be knowledge that I experienced considerable plastic renewei every morning in the South, for, as the in walking through that long woolon gallery, I world emerges from darkness, it appears to put on strongly roofed over, anii affording, through spacious the rous of a virgin, and to stand siniling in eternal openings on either side, magnificent views of the innocence in the presence of its Creator. The deep broad waters of the Ticino, fringed with shrubs olue of the overhanging sky completes the mighty and low trees, then beginning to be painted with picture; and our imagination ascends its luminous the rich hues of autun.nl,

arch to the very footstool of the throne of God. Every person, perhaps, has a favorite season of As I and Semler were enjoying, in silence, the the year—some preferring the summer, others the pleasure of the morning, we heard a rustling among spring, others winter, and others, like myself, the the bushes at the side of the road, and soou saw a golden autumn. The zest of our pleasures is height- man spring out, with a large bundle in his hand. ered by an infusion of melancholy. Few things He came bolt up to the carriage, requested the are more melancholy than music--none so melan- driver to stop a moment, and then boidly asked us choly as love, which is, in fact, nothing but the for a place. What he was he would explain, he consciousness of a desire never to be wholly grati-| said, as we rode along. I was struck with his physified here below. Love is the yearning of the soulognomy, which was that of boundless self-possession after the beautiful, which is but another expression and audacious impudence. He had fiery red hair, for the infinite. Doubtless the fresh green of spring, a highly-flushed complexion, and light blue eyes, when the trees stand in gentec) half dress before the Still, his manners were gentlemanly, avd he soon modest sun, is highly refreshing to the mind as well proved himself to be in possession of large and as to the eye. But autumn comes to us, decked in varied stores of knowledge. He said he liad been a thousand colours, painted, partly, by the hand compromised for some political offences at Milan, of decay. It is beauty on the threshold of the tomb, and was now endeavouring to effect his escape from rendered more beautiful and fascinating by the air the Austrian dominions without a passport. We breathing upon it from beyond. We faney we never bade him get up, which he did, and began talking discovered all its loveliness till then. Death itself | at once. He was, of course, a Carbonaro, and is marvellously beautiful, in its eternal silence and proved his fitness to be a member of the secret composure; it hints the mystery it dares not speak; / society by pouring forth a torrent of words with it seems to have closed its eyes, only that it may little or no meaning in ther. He must have been indulge in delicious dreams for ever. All realities of German origin. There was nothing Italian in seem nothing compared with the idealcreation which his look, or bearing, or tone of thought. When throngs upon the soul in death. Andautumn is the we came to the bridge across the Po, he purposed threshold of death-mature, soft, balmy, like the to leave his bundle on the top of the carriage, and, thoughts of old age, illumined by the light of heaven. | with his little cane in his hand, to stroll leisurely For this reason I love the autumn, and appear to across the bridge, as if he had been merely out for think and feel in it with greater ease and delight. a walk, and would return into the town. I watched It is like the diminutive mummy at an Egyptian the operation with considerable interest. He feast, bidding us enjoy ourselves rapidly, before we alighted as we approached the river, and, preceding depart hence, and are no more seen. Thoughts the carriage a little, moved slowly towards the corps like these crowded on my mind as I gazed on the des gardes at the end of the bridge. There, instead rolling waters of the Ticino, rendered bright by the of appearing in a hurry to pass, he leaned upon the

As we

parapet, and chatted with the German soldiers, 11 reverie when we spoke of poetry or the fine arts whom his loose wit immediately provoked to laugh- On these he was eloquent, especially when he could ter. He then wished them a good morning, and obtain exclusive possession of my ear, and dilate proceeding infinitely at his ease, in a few minutes on the praise of Shakspeare. Of late the Ger. found himself in Piedmont.

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mans have cherished the old opinion that we, the tained to have our passports examined, the jolly! countrymen of Shakspeare, have learned through exile was several miles on his way before we over- them properly to appreciate him.

It may very took him, when he bounded up to his place with a well be doubted, however, whether any foreigner, light spring and a laugh, saying he had felt Prince German or not, can be said to understand our great Metternich's fingers at the nape of his neck till he poet, whose very language is often caviare to the was fairly over the Po. “But now, a fig for the old bulk, even here in England. To build up dreamy rascal,” said he; “his downfall must be approaching; theories about his meaning, is not always to underand my most earnest wish is, that I may assist in stand him; and this is what German critics have producing it.” Hewasrather young for a conspirator, || generally done. Semler was modest enough to not, certainly, above five-and-twenty, perhaps much admit that he admired, without always compreless. But, like Monsieur Flocon, he seemed to have hending, Shakspeare; and if he had not understood lived nearly all his life in secret societies, and some him at all, he might still, according to his own portion of it, perhaps, in prison. I asked him what | theory, have admired him, because he was not one the members of the secret societies chiefly aimed of those who think that what Locke calls clear and at ?

He replied, “ There are two sections, one distinct ideas are necessary to the production of inof which dreams of a kingdom of Upper Italy, || tellectual delight. On the contrary, he believed while the other thinks of nothing but the estab-that mistiness and obscurity are not only a source lishment of a republic. I belong to the latter of the sublime, but powerful ingredients of pleasure, class, and have sworn to plot and conspire against since, according to them, it is far more agreeable kings while I have breath. So here's to you, Prince to move in partial or total darkness than in the Metternich!” said he, turning round and spitting at light. Lombardy.

I certainly experience no small degree of enjoyI had exchanged the interior, notwithstanding ment from travelling in an express train through a that it contained Carlotta, for the outside and the long dark tunnel, which suggests to ove the idea fresh air; and now our Milanese exile came luckily of rushing wildly through infinite space; but I to dissipate the German phlegm of Semler, and certainly should not like to be condemned to travel put to flight the bashfulness of a young Dalmatian, || all my life in such Cimmerian gloom. A flash of darkwho had joined our party at Pavia. By these two ness does very well now and then, but if ShaksI was infinitely amused. The Dalmatian presented peare's ideas were always surrounded by a Stygian the most complete contrast to the Milanese. He atmosphere, in all likelihood his adınirers would was tall, muscular, of a dark olive complexion, with not be quite so numerous as they are. hair and eyes as black as jet. His habits had evi. The country between Pavia and Nove is a dead dently been studious; although he could not have Hat, thongh I could perceive everywhere spots which been more than twenty years of age, he spoke and made pleasant pictures to the eye-copses, thickets, reasoned like a man of thirty. In politics he was glades,vistas, lofty trees, and sheets of water, all glowas red as the Milanese; though, at his own home, ing with the warmth of an autumnal sun. Towards which was at Trieste, he expected, he said, to find evening we arrived at Nove, where I saw a curious no sympathy, but, on the contrary, the most deter- | illustration of the way in which a man may somemined opposition and dislike. “My father,” he ob- times get introduced into good Italian society. Of served, " is a Monarchist of the old school, full of the course there is a very great difference between the prejudices of bigotry, but otherwise a good man. He people you meet with in such cities, and those who is advancing by a double road towards fortune, being inhabit the several capitals ; but I dare say the man engaged in commerce and the cultivation of the who travels with an open heart and frank manners soil. We have a pretty little property near the city, through Italy, will often find openness and frankwhere there is a vineyard descending in terraces to. ness in return. At any rate, I must speak of the wards the stream; and there, at the foot of a bitter- | Italians according to my experience; and if they almond tree, I have hundreds of times sat realing behaved better to me than to others, it is but fair that Machiavelli and Fra Paolo, and meditating the re- I should acknowledge it. We often make our own volationising of Italy."

receptions, and receive what we give. The Italians Semler either took no interest in polities, or held especially like to have faith put in them; and, so far as opinious different from ours, for he remained silent I have seen, they well deserve to be trusted -I mean, during our discussion, and only emerged from his, of courso, as a general rule.

THE SHIPWRECK.

A SHETLAND NARRATIVE.

were seen no more.

In the month of February, nearly twenty years ago, 1) This island stretches across the mouth of a snug bar. a fearful storm swept over the Shetland Islands. bour ; and, had the hapless mariners been acquainted

These are situated, as is well known, in a close with their situation, or in circumstances to have taken group in the Northern Atlantic, about one hundred advantage of it, a few hundred yards of a narrow but and forty miles from the Scottish mainland, and safe entrance would have brought them to an anchorstretch from north to south about seventy miles. age, where they might have rode out the wildest hurThere is only one lighthouse throughout the islands-ricane in security. But it was otherwise appointed. that on the cliff of Sumburgh Head, the southern The vessel, no longer under the control of the helm, promontory, which frowns over the classical but no drifted onwards across the entrance of the harbour, longer formidable roost.

right in the face of a frowning mural precipice which On the occasion alluded to, the gale commenced faced the east. The supercargo and his young wife in the afternoon, from the south-east, increasing as the rushed on deck just when the ship, after dashing with moonless night came on, and was accompanied with sistless force on the precipitous headland, rebounded, thick snow.

No scene can be imagined more dreary || and, again striking, parted in two! Clinging in an than these isles present in such circumstances. The agonising embrace, and uttering one piercing cry for ocean spray, mingling with the snow flakes, wraps sea, mercy on their souls, the young couple, several other earth, and sky, in one desolating cloud; while the roar passengers, and a part of the crew, sunk with the of the breakers on the cliff, and the gusts of the mighty hinder part of the vessel in the boiling abyss, and wind, combine to appal even those most familiar with

The fore part, on which were the these occurrences. On such an evening the Shet-captain and the rest of the crew, was now drifted land peasant, after looking to the safety of his boat || northwards, into what appeared to them the open sea; on the beach, and spreading a few handfuls of fodder and, believing as they did that they had struck on the before the shivering animals cowering near his cottage, extreme point of the land, they had, for a short, fearwould early close the door, and with his family pre-ful space, no other prospect than of being carried helppare themselves for a few hours of tranquil industry lessly beyond all hope of escape. This awful interval before retiring to rest. Fire and light he seldom of suspense was, however, very short. The remains of wants—the livers of the fish he has caught supply the the unfortunate barque were shivered into fragments latter, while peats he has in plenty for the trouble of on a sunken rock, and eleven more human beings were preparing and carrying them home. The father will hurried into eternity! now inake or mend his family's shoes, or, assisted by On the top of the cliff where this awful scene was his sous, manufacture straw baskets for household use; transacted, yet sheltered by a hill rising behind it

, while the females card, spin, and knit their fine wool. | stood a solitary fisherman's cottage. It was wrapped As midnight approaches, one light after another is in the drifting snow, and no friendly light glimmered extinguished in the lowly dwellings, and the inmates from its little window; yet thither the hand of Provi. are buried in silence and repose. Doubtless, on a dence guided a desolate stranger. A Shetland peas night like that we have attempted to describe, many | sant's door is never barred, nor is the demand ou his a wife and mother would press a sleepless pillow- hospitality grudgingly answered. A dripping, bruised, her fancy wandering to the absent sailor, perchance and half-dead sailor, was, therefore, instantly admitted exposed to the fury of the elements; for there are few to the fisherman's cottage; though he afterwards owned families in this sea-girt district of whom some of the it was with trembling he found himself thus in the members are not seamen in the navy or distant mer- power of lonely strangers, for there rushed to his shudchant service. But at length even these anxieties dering recollection wild tales of cruel wreckers, who would be hushed in sleep, even as “the sea-boy at murder survivors for the purpose of plundering the the mast-head is lulled to rest by the rocking of the sels stranded on their shores. He wronged the storm.”

simple and kindly Shetlanders, however, by the thought; At this hour, then, a stately ship was lying-to in the for whatever may be their propensities as regards gale, in imagined safety, but really in dangerous proxi- wrecked property, a suffering fellow-creature bas mity to the rocks of Shetland. She was bound from never at their hands received aught but compassion Hamburg to New Orleans, with a valuable cargo. The and assistance. So the sleeping embers were roused, captain had come on deck, after temporary repose, to fresh turf heaped on the hearth, and dry clothes and look at the weather; and, confident in the qualities of warm milk procured for the stranger. As soon as the bis ship, and the reckoning they had kept, supposing melancholy morning dawned, a messenger was sent tothe himself to be at least fifty miles to the northward of laird, who was also the nearest justice-of-peace, before Shetland, he was about to go below again, when whom the shipwrecked man wished to make the necesthe watch made the appalling cry, Breakers ahead!" || sary official declarations. The snow was falling thick, “Call all hands to ware the ship!” was the instant and the gale continuing; but the laird sent his servant and calm command. But ere a few minutes had elapsed, with a pony to convey the stranger to his house, where all was consternation and despair. The vessel was every assistance and comfort his case required were driving before wind and sea among the breakers, and afforded; and, after a sojourn of some weeks, be was very shortly struck heavily on the north point of a enabled to return to his home in safety. To lis hossmall uninhabited island, and disabled her rudder. pitable entertainer he told, in a manly yet modest nar

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