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270 ofthe waves as they broke on the plunging hows of the vessel, leaving a gleam of lizht, strange, and! shiftiny., Towards eveniie a Calin came on and br fell asléepybut) it was, a déceittial calm, oily a prelude to a tearful storm.|.'6 » lowtola yt ere Sta oils bieee 2 f J was awakeiied -in' the dawn with a fearful: noise’; . chain=plafes, clenched boits and iron: stantheonsidnew Jike pliant» wires s strong fastenings and stays were torwiaway-dike'tlhread,'and,masts;‘s!irouds and spars crackling before the furs of the wind, like dry recds: in summer, were blown clear out of fhe ship, dver the High weather-rail clea into; the sea, the Strongest sail stood not a moment in the bdlt- rope, a deadlee ‘shore rose betore ns, and behind: the undine, the spiritiof the waters imrage and in fury and in tempest; rode on the neck of.theeXcited billows, and with tremendous force was lashing the tortured edges in! huge mountains of water, masses) of clouds black and 'portentous rosé out: the sea, accompanied by heavy gists of wind; the sup appeared and his rays fell slanting upon the gathered billows, asthe black and whirling ministers of the storm rose in: the zenith. ; pit! 1o8 Jcould do nothing to assist; the sloop was perfectly unmanagze-~ able, amere log on the waters. and when the next heavy sea struck THE END. - THE SMUGGLER’S BRIDE, 26 SEBS Dagind oFvi toma a ; her quarter, gave-an expiring lurch and pitched headlong; I wa§ stained and) drowning; a chaos of confusion was upon me, above Yoes-ahitaroondtme. gi by Joly ho Je) deny ous ree <1 was clioked with the body of water that filled the sinking ship, and suffocated amid the hissing’spray that fell in’ blinding showers : land was near, but like the water before Tantalus, seemed receding from my view 5) a. buge* wave cime on/and buried me beneath its gigantic bulk. How I was saved I knew not, but 1 awoke cit Phe house of a peasantmear the coast, who found me'lyimg on the beach, and thought [-mimht recover: ATK. ) 29 VR ~ | felt‘truly grateful for his kindness, and we walked towards the Weach, where was also thrown the body of Markham; we dug a grave for him, where he rests in ‘quiet, far from the home he made so.happy. © © | 3 fos What became of “Emily I) know not, but she can never meet a truer heart or braver spirit than he who sleeps in his lowly, grass- quilted hed., By 5 Spray I yet carry on the warin this world, but hope'when my time is come, to be laid near the haven which containg the shell of Rob Markham’? | ; ot : . _- : } rH Gomicbooks.com