INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG. When some proud son of man returns to earth, been: But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend, Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: Degraded mass of animated dust! shame. themes. I delighted to loll over the quarter- that she sailed from her port, "and was neve heard of more." The sight of the wreck, as usual, gave rise to many dismal anecdotes. This was particularly the case in the evening, when the weather, which had hitherto been fair, began to look wild and threatening, and gave indications of one of those sudden storms that will sometimes break in upon the serenity of a summer voyage. As we sat round the dull light of a lamp in the cabin, that made the gloom more ghastly, every one had his tale of shipwreck and disaster. I was particularly struck with a short one related by the captain. "As I was once sailing," said he, "in a fine stout ship across the banks of Newfoundland, one of the heavy fogs that prevail in those parts rendered it impossible for me to see far a-head, even in the day-time; but at night the weather was so thick, that we could not distinguish any object at twice the length of our ship. I kept lights at the mast-head, and a constant watch forward to look out for fishing-smacks, which are accustomed to lie at anchor on the banks. The wind was blowing a smacking breeze, and we were going at a great rate through the water. Suddenly the watch gave the alarm of "A sail a-head!" but it was scarcely uttered till we were upon her. She was a small schooner at anchor, with her broadside towards us. The crew were all asleep, and had neglected to hoist a light. We struck her just a-mid-ships. The force, the size, and weight of our vessel bore her down below the waves: we passed over her, and were hurried on our course. There was a delicious sensation of mingled security and awe with which I looked down from my giddy height on the monsters of the deep at their uncouth gambols. Shoals of porpoises tumbling about the bow of the ship; the grampus slowly heaving his huge form above the surface; or the ravenous shark, darting like a spectre through the blue waters. My imagination would conjure up all that I had heard or read of the watery world beneath me; of the finny herds that dis-roam its fathomless valleys; of shapeless monsters that lurk among the very foundations of the earth; and those wild phantasms that swell the tales of fishermen and sailors. Sometimes a distant sail gliding along the edge of the ocean would be another theme of idle speculation. How interesting this fragment of a world hastening to rejoin the great mass of existence. What a glorious monument of human invention, that has thus triumphed over wind and wave; has brought the ends of the earth in communion; has established an interchange of blessings, pouring into the sterile regions of the north all the luxuries of the south; diffused the light of knowledge, and the charities of cultivated "As the crashing wreck was sinking be life; and has thus bound together those scat-neath us, I had a glimpse of two or three half tered portions of the human race, between which nature seemed to have thrown an insurmountable barrier! Ye! who perchance behold this simple urn, I never knew but one-and here he lies. BYRON. AWFUL STORM IN AUGUST, 1832. PASSAGE IN THE SPITFIRE STEAMER FROM WEYMOUTH TO GUERNSEY. The vessel was in the trough of the sea when nearing the Casketts, and about a mile off: : a passenger on board asked where they were? One of the crew pointed to the spot (the Casketts are ninety feet above the level of the sea in calm weather). "You will see them just now," said the man. Such indeed was the case, and when the passenger did descry them, he looked down from the crest of a billow, and the Casketts were fathoms many times told below the boat's keel! [Taken verbatim from the mouth of an in. dividual who made the passage in the Spitfire on that tempestuous night.] FEELINGS F. E. EXCITED BY A LONG VISIT TO A NEW CONTINENT. We one day descried some shapeless object drifting at a distance. At sea, every thing that breaks the monotony of the surrounding expanse attracts attention. It proved to be the mast of a ship, that must have been completely wrecked; for there were the remains of handkerchiefs, by which some of the crew had fastened themselves to this spar, to prevent their being washed off by the waves. There was no trace by which the name of the ship could be ascertained. The wreck had evidently drifted about for many months; clusters of shell-fish had fastened about it; and long sea-weeds flaunted at its sides. But where, thought I, is the crew? Their struggle has long been over: they have gone down amidst the roar of the tempest; their bones lie whitening in the caverns of the deep. Silence-oblivion, like the waves, have closed over them, and no one can tell the story of their end. To an American visiting Europe, the long voyage he has to make is an excellent preparative. From the moment you lose sight of the land you have left, all is vacancy till you step on the opposite shore, and are launched What sighs have been wafted over that at once into the bustle and novelties of an-ship! what prayers offered up at the deserted other world. fire-side of home! How often has the misI have said that at sea all is vacancy. I tress, the wife, and the mother, pored over should correct the expression. To one given the daily news, to catch some casual intelliup to day-dreaming, and fond of losing him-gence of this rover of the deep! How has self in reveries, a sea-voyage is full of sub-expectation darkened into anxiety-anxiety jects for meditation; but then they are the into dread-and dread into despair! Alas! wonders of the deep, and of the air, and not one memento shall ever return for love rather tend to abstract the mind from worldly to cherish. All that shall ever be known is, naked wretches, rushing from her cabin; they had just started from their beds to be swallowed shrieking by the waves. I heard their drowning cry mingling with the wind. The blast that bore it to our ears, swept us out of all further hearing. I shall never forget that cry! It was some time before we could put the ship about, she was under such headway. We returned, as nearly as we could guess, to the place where the smack was anchored. We cruised about for several hours in the dense fog. We fired several guns, and listened if we might hear the halloo of any survivors; but all was silent-we never heard nor saw any thing of them more !" It was a fine sunny morning when the thrilling cry of land!" was given from the masthead. I question whether Columbus, when he discovered the new world, felt a more delicious throng of sensations than rush into an American's bosom when he first comes in sight of Europe. There is a volume of associations in the very name. It is the land of promise, teeming with every thing of which his childhood had heard, or on which his studious ears have pondered. From that time until the period of arrival it was all feverish excitement. The ships of wir that prowled like guardian giants round the coast; the headlands of Ireland stretching out into the Channel; the Welsh mountains towering into the clouds; all were objects of intense interest. As we sailed up the Mersey, I reconnoitred the shores with a telescope. The tide and wind were so favourable, that the ship was enabled to come at once at the pier. It was thronged with people; some idle lookers-on, others eager expectants of friends or relatives. I could distinguish the merchant to whom the ship belonged. I knew him by his calculating brow and restless air. His hands were thrust into his pockets; he was whistling thoughtfully, and walking to and fro, a small space having been accorded to him by the crowd, in deference to his temporary importance. There were repeated cheerings and salutations interchanged between the shore and the ship, as friends happened to recognise each other. But I particularly noted one young woman of humble dress, but interesting demeanour. She was leaning forward from among the crowd; her eye hurried over the ship as it neared the shore to catch some wished-for countenance. She seemed disappointed and agitated, when I heard a faint voice call her name. It was from a poor sailor, who had been ill all the voyage, and had excited the sympathy of every one on board. When the weather was fine, his messmates had spread a mattress for him on deck in the shade; but of late his illness had so increased, that he had taken to his hammock, and only breathed a wish that he might see his wife before he died. He had been helped on deck as we came up the river, and was now leaning against the shrouds, with a countenance so wasted, so pale, and so ghastly, that it is no wonder even the eye of affection did not recognise him. But at the sound of his voice, her darted eye on his features; it read at once a whole volume of sorrow; she clasped her hands, uttered a faint shriek, and stood wringing them in silent agony. All now was hurry and bustle. The meetings of acquaintances, the greetings of friends, the consultations of men of business. I alone was solitary and idle. I had no friend to meet, no cheering to receive. 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Upon this, the Duke instantly dispatched a letter to M. de Schwartzemberg, as follows:entered upon; we may now put a stop to any "Prince,-Negotiations have been already further effusion of blood. I believe myself sufficiently authorised to propose to you a suswhich time we may treat, in order to spare the pension of arms for twenty-four hours, during city of Paris (in which we are determined to defend ourselves to the last extremity) all the horrors of a siege." Captain Lacourt, aide-de-camp to the Marshal, was upon the instant charged with the despatch for the Austrian head-quarters. in communication with the enemy: his propoDuring this time, Marmont had put himself sitions, accepted at the bayonet's point on the road to Belleville, had been now better received on the side of la Villette. Admitted at length into the presence of the chiefs of the coalesced army, it was announced to him that the two marshals commanding the French forces were authorised to propose |