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They will hear something new, yet old; new to their
to make themselves ugly, the gallopade must be given np. ears assuredly, but very old to their hearts, He merely
The mazurka comes next, and it has pumerous partizans. We
shall see! While these revolutions are hanging over us, there desires to bring them back into nature's school-the
is one thing which alone would keep a man from dancing at all; school where they learnt their own language; to learn a difficulty that renews itself at every first dance. If you inFrench as the French do, and to seek it first where the vite a lady to be your partner, she is engaged. What will French first seek it in conversation, not in books. It
you do? Ask another. Very good. But then it is as much
as to say to the former, “I care no more for dancing with startled us, we confess, on hearing this, that it should
you than with any other;" and to the second, " I dance witla not have been proposed before. But simplicity lies a you for want of a better, and because another bas refused ine!" long way down the deep lane of knowledge. We con- How is this to be avoided ? By not dancing at all; because ceive a plan of this sort, supposing it may be accom
the lady you first made choice of is no longer at liberty. But plished by adults (as in a most striking and convincing
in that case it may so happen, that you pass the evening with
out dancing, however eagerly you may desire otherwise. series of illustrations M. Marcel, we think, proves it In many towns to the south ihey manage after the following may), to be the very perfection of the system shadowed fashion. To each man, as he enters, a basket full of artificial out by Locke, that facts alone are the means of ac
flowers is offered, that he may choose out of it. When he
would obtain a partner, in lieu of the enstomary formula, quiring language. Quintillian, too, Condillac, and
seldom relieved by the slightest variation,-“ Madam, will you others, bave frequently enunciated this; and recently do me the honour to dance with me ?” he offers the flower, M. Jacotot has been acting upon it partially with ex- which the lady fixes in her belt till the dance is completed! treme success; but he does not hit the point arrived at
By this means, no one exposes himself to the mortification and by M. Marcel. He accomplishes far more in the way
risk of asking a lady who is already engaged, since whatever
fair one is still withont a flower, is also without a partner.of general philosophical education, and, perhaps, from Translated in Leigh Hunt's London Journal, from the Camelion. that very reason, over-reaches the mark of attainment It is by the Thames that the stranger should enter London. to an individual language. His principle of tout est The broad breast of the great river, black with the hoge dans tout-all is in all-is a good one, but he over
masses that float upon its crowded waters; the tall fabrics, strains it. He throws the development of reason too
gaunt and drear, that line ils melancholy shores; the thick
gloom through which you dimly catch the shadowy outline of much on the mere mechanism of memory.
these gigantic forms; the marvellous quiet with which you , , in , any no matter which.In French he names ofelemachos."he nationsthe sadness, the silence, the poaseness, the oscurios orders you to commit it, with its translation, completely
of all things around, prepare you for a grave and solemn mag
nificence. Full upon your soul is shadowed the sombre cha. to memory, word by word, phrase by phrase, sentence racter of “the golden city;" deep into your thonghts is by sentence, and out of all these he builds up all ne- breathed the genius of the great and gloomy people, whose cessary knowledge. The philosophic dialogues in which
gloom and whose greatness are, perchance, alike owing to the he accomplishes this are truly admirable--his first step
restless workings of a stern imagination. Behold 6t. Katha
zine's Docks, and Walker's Soap Manufactory, and “ Hardy's only is a false one. Proceeding in the first instance Shades!" Lo! there is the strength, the industry, and the from a book destroys the vitality of the language. A pleasure-the pleasure of the enterprizing, the money-making, living language becomes a dead one when its acquire
ihe dark-spirited people of England ! “ Hardy's Shades !"
singular appellation for the spot dedicated to festivity. Such ment depends on graphical representation. The ear,
is the enti ance into London by the Thames. the ear's the thing. This M. Marcel restores to its Let as change the scene, reader! You are at Paris! great functions. His master is Jacotot-but the pupil
To enter Paris with advantage, you should enter it by the in this respect outstrips the master. He, too, rebuilds
Champs Elysées. Visiting, for the first time, the capital of a
military nation, you should pass under the arch built to coma grammatical system from the practical; but the prac
memorate its reign of victories. Coming to dwell among the tical he finds in nature and the necessities of conversa- most gay and light-hearted people in the universe, you ought tion. He proceeds from the known to the unknown, at once to rush upon them in the midst of their festivities. and he makes the first the best of all assistants, until
Enter Paris, then, by the Champs Elysées! Here are the
mouument's that speak to yon of the great soldiers, and here the last becomes its own interpreter. He makes the
the guinguettes that display to you the great dancers of Europe. memory the result of the observation and understanding, You pass by the old gardens of Beanjon; you find the caserne not vice versâ. There is no pedantry in it. Simplicity (and this tells yon a good deal of the nation you are come to and a very lively and intelligent faculty of illustration
visit), intermingled with cafés and salons littéraires; and you
see the chairs under the trees, and the open spaces left for include all. His observations on pronunciation alone
the ball; and if you stop to read an advertisement, it will -on the difference between the absolute sound when talk of Cheraux mécanique, and of the Bal paré, and of the taught by reading, and the relative as heard by the Concert des Champs Elysées ; and the sun shines apon the golcombination of words in conversing—are worth hear
den cupola of the stately Invalides, and on the glittering ac
contrements of the saimering soldier; and before you are the ing. Some attention ought to be paid to him surely,
Tuileries, with their trees and terraces, which yonder misif only that a verdict inay be given somehow. The placed monument cannot quite conceal; and to your right are mode of acquiring a living language out of the country the Seine and the Chamber of Deputies, and to your left the where it is spoken, so as to be able perfectly to speak
Corinthian architecture of those palaces that form the Rue de
Rivoli. The tricoloured flag floats from the gates of the Royal it, has always been a puzzle-a Gordian knot, which
Gardens; the military uniform, mixed up with the colouring no teacher we ever yet heard approached the untying of every passing group, enriches it with its deep blue and its of. M. Marcel, we thought, the other night, made it bright scarlet. The movement about you is uviversal-meqni. • familiar as his garter.'”-Examiner, Sept. 21, 1834.
pages of all kinds are passing in all directions; the movement is universal, but differing from that you are accustomed to iu England; the movement is the movement of idleness and of
pleasure, an indescribable mirth reigns in all you see, and the MISCELLANEA.
busy gaiety of Paris, bursts upon you with the same effect as
the glad brightness of Italy. The people, too, have all the A Good Hint for Dancers — The existence of the country. habits of a people of the sun-they are not the people of one dance is threatened. The gallopade has been tried: but the stock; collected in every crowd are the features and the feelgallopade deranges the ladies' head-dresses, tumbles their ings of divers races and different regions. In Paris you are clothes, and Austers their faces. As the ladies have no right not in the climate of Paris-Ibid.
THE WINTER CRUISE.
66 in that very
A Custom exists among the smugglers and fishermen, in the towns and villages on the Kentish coast, of engaging with ship-owners residing there, for the perilous adventures of a cruise to effect the landing of contraband goods on some distant shore. Ireland is chiefly the course these expeditions are bound for : and many a smuggler's wife, while listening to the dashing of the rough waves on the shore of her home, and the loud winds blowing harmlessly over the roof of her dwelling, has breathed a prayer that the same storm may be landing her husband's cargo in safety on some unguarded beach, or filling the sheets of his good ship in elading the pursuit of a revenue cutter. These outfits are invariably made on the approach of November, and are denominated “ The Winter Cruise." The vessels are the property of individuals who have realized considerable sums in these speculations, and a fortune is frequently embarked in one vessel. The smuggler looks forward to the success of these adventures with sanguine hopes and beating heart; and, while lament. ing over past favours, prays for future good luck, which, if but moderate, makes him comfortable for life. During the absence of the men, their wives are allowed by the proprietors of the vessels a weekly stipend, sufficient for their maintenance; but, on the arrival of disastrous news, the payments are discontinued. Many a hard hand has been softened by the tears mutually shed at the departure for the Winter Cruise; and many a young wife has seen all that she loved launched on the ocean, to sleep in its bosom for ever. A mother, while bestowing her best wishes for a son's success, and endeavouring to smile away her apprehensions of what might befal, has looked upon him for the last time ; he bas departed— hoping much, fearing little—never more to be seen or heard of.
Folkstone, the scene of this tale, is only relieved by the hereditary good-nature of the inhabitants from a prevailing melancholy, which every where presents itself, as bereaved mothers are pointed out to you, and widowed homes marked in every street.
It was late one night in the month of January, when the flower or the young men of Folkstone were absent on the Winter Cruise, that four women were seated round a sea-coal fire, listening to the heavy rain falling in the street, and the scolding wind as it echoed and rumbled in the chimney of the warı fire-place. One of the party-from her occupying the low-seated patchwork-covered chair, and the peculiar attention paid to her by an indolent cat, who stretched, and purred, and quivered her nervous tail, while peering sleepily in her protector's face—appeared to be the mistress of the house: she was a young woman, about five-and-twenty, with all the happy prettiness of a couutry beautyalbeit an indulged grief had thrown a pale tinge over the clear red that still shone in her cheek, as if strug
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gling for mastery with an intruding enemy. Her features though somewhat irregular, if but carelessly viewed, failed not to obscure the beholder's stedfast observance, from the peculiar interest which a full blue eye and light arched brow lent to the contour. She was resting her face upon her hand, and looking at the red coals in the stove before her ;--the others seemed to have just concluded a bit of country scandal, or the success of the sale of a secreted tub of Hollands, from the pursing up of their lips, and the satisfaction with which each appeared to lean back in her chair.
• There,” said the young woman, hollow of the fire, I can almost fancy I see my James on the deck of the Mary, looking through his glass to catch a glimpse of some distant sail, Ah! now it has fallen in, and all looks like a rough sea.-Poor fellow!” This was spoken in that abstracted tone of voice, that monotonous sound of melancholy, where every word is given in one note, as if the speaker had not the spirit, or even wish, to vary the sound.
“ That's what I so repeatedly tell you of,” said a fat old woman of the
group; you will have no other thought; morning and night hear but the same cry
Look at me—is'n't it fifteen years ago since my William, rest his soul, was shot dead while running his boat ashore on Romney Marsh ? and am I any the worse for it? I loved him dearly; and when I was told of the bad news, I did nothing but cry for whole days; but then it was soon over-I knew that fretting would'nt set him on his legs again: so I made the best of a bad berth, and thought, if I should have another husband, all well and good; if not—why, I must live and die Widow Major—and there was an end of it."
“ Ah! neighbour,” replied the young woman, “ you knew the fate of your husband—you were acquainted with the worst-you had not to live in the cruel sus. pense I endure ; but if I knew that he was dead(and her voice grew louder, while the blood rushed into her fair cheek)-I should think of him as much as I do now, and would think and think, and try to bring thoughts every day heavier on my heart, till it sunk into the grave.”
“ How fast it rains !” ejaculated a shrivelled old woman, who had hitherto remained silent.
How fast it rains !”—and she drew her chair closer to the fire, “ It was just such a night as this whenWhat's that—he wind? Ah! 'tis a rough night; I suppose it must be near eleven o'clock.-Now, I'll tell you a story that shall make you cold as stones, though you crowd ever so close to this blazing fire. It was just such a night as this
“ Gracious Heaven!” Cried Susan, “ I heard a foot. fall coming down the street so like that which I knew so well-listen !-No, all is silent.-Well Margery what were you going to tell us?”
“ Eh! bless us !” replied Margery, terrible bad, surely; what's the matter ?”
“ Nothing-nothing, dame go on."
sounds, and recovering from her fright, was striving to Well," said the old woman, “it was just such a ascertain from her station the position of the parties, night as this--"
when a hard breathing of some one, apparently exSusan!” cried a voice at the door, in that tone hausted, arrested her attention, It seemed to issue which implies haste, and a fear of being heard—“ Su- from beneath, and, looking over the summit of the cliff, san! open the door."
she perceived the shadow of a man cautiously ascending. “ Good God," shrieked Susan, “ that voice !"-and He had almost accomplished his task, and was grasping all the women rose at one moment, and stood staring a jutting fragment of stone, to enable him to rest for atthe door, which Susan was unlocking.
“ The key
a moment from the fatigue of his attempt. Susan won't turn the lock—'tis' rusty ;-who's there ?" she heard him panting for breath, and, in endeavouring to breathlessly exclaimed, as in the agony of suspense she discover whether he wore the jacket or the smock-frock tried to turn the key, while the big drops stood qui. (the latter being the usual working attire of the smugvering on her brow. She trembled from head to foot glers), beard him sigh heavily. She thought it was a -her companions stood like statues—the lock few form she knew! she bent over the edge, and held her back, the door opened- nothing was seen but the black breath in the very agony of hope and fear. The figure night, and the large drops of rain which sparkled in stood with his back to the cliff, and, looking down on the beams of the candle on the table. -" There is no the beach, ejaculated, Oh, God!" It was in one of one," said she, panting for breath ; “ but as I stand those moans which betray the most acute suffering of here a living woman, 'twas his voice. "James ! James !” mind, which thrill through the hearer, and create that she cried, and put out her head to listen,' She heard kindred overflowing of the heart's tears which makes quick, heavy footsteps hastily advancing at the end of the sorrow of the afflicted more than our own. Susan the street: presently a party of six or seven blocade- heard the sound, and breathlessly answered—“Who is men rushed by the door, dashing the wet from the it?" The figure sprang upwards at the response, and pavement inSusan's face. They passed with no other exclaimedsound than that made by their feet, and were quickly
« Susan!" out of hearing
" James ! James !” she cried. He caught a large “ I wish I may die,” said old Margery, “but the tuft of grass to assist him in darting into her expanded blockade-men are chasing some poor fellow who has arms, when the weed broke by the roots from the light been obliged to drop his tubs; for I saw the blade of sand in which it had grown ;--a faint cry, and the fall a cutlass Aash in my eyes, though I couldn't see the of a body, with the rattling of earth and stones, down hand that held it.”
the steep, where the sounds that struck terror, and • My bonnet! my bonnet !" cried Susan; " there has madness, and dismay through the brain of poor Susan. more befallen this night than any here can tell. 'Twas She attempted to call for assistance, but her voice his voice-stay in the house till I come back—'twas his obeyed not the effort, and, in the delirium of the movoice !"—and she ran out through the still driving ment, she sprang down the cliff
, but, fortunately, rain, in the direction of the party that had just passed. alighting on a projection, and at the same time inThey took the street that led to the cliffs ; not a light stinctively catching the long weeds, was saved from was to be seen-lamps in a smuggling town being con- the danger her perilous situation had threatened: but sidered a very obnoxious accommodation; and, though still she continued her descent, stepping from tuft to there may be a rate for watching, the inhabitants take stone, reckless whether she found a footing, or was especial care there shall be none for lighting, inasmuch precipitated to the base ; which the darkness concealing, as a lamplighter never yet breathed the air of Polk- all below looked like a black abyss. Susan alighted stone, Susan reached the cliffs ; the wind blew fresh in safety on the beach: an indistinct form lying on and strong off the sea, and the rain appeared abating. the shingle met her view. She thought she saw figures descend the heights; and “ James! James !” she cried, " speak ! let me hear quickening her pace, stood on the edge, straining her your voice-for mercy's sake tell me, are you hurt?" sight to distinguish the objects flitting to and fro on No answer was returned: she grasped his band, the beach. She heard a faint “ hallo!”--the sound and felt his brow; but, on the instant started from the thrilled through every nerve-it was the voice she had form in horror-the hand was stiff, and the brow was heard at the door. She returned the salute; but the deadly cold; and then, as if all her powers of utterbuffetting of the wind choked her timid cry, The ance had become suddenly re-organized, she broke forth hallo was repeated ; Susan listened with her very eyes. into such a cry of anguish, that it pierced through the Her distended fingers seemed grasping to catch at noises of the night like the scream of a wounded eagle. sound. A sound did rise above the roar of the breakers A pistol-shot was heard ; the ball whizzed past the ear and the rushing of the ind : it was the report of a of Susan, and harmlessly buried itself in the sand of volley of carbines fired on the beach. Susan screamed, the cliff. A party of the blockade rushed toward the and sunk on the edge of the cliff, overpowered with spot, and, by the light of a torch, discovered the poor terror and anxiety. Quickly there was seen a flashing girl stretched on a smuggler. They raised her in their of lights along the coast, and men running from the arms—she was quite senseless; and holding the light Martello-towers to the beach in disorder. Then was in the face of the man, they saw that he was dead. heard the curse for curse, the clashing of cutlasses and " She's a pretty young creature!” said one of the discharge of arms, and the hoarse shout of some of the men ; " it's a pity she could'nt let her sweetheart come smugglers, who had succeeded in putting their boat off to the beach alone, for she seems almost as far gone as from the shore with part of her cargo, which it ap- he is ;-what shall we do with her, Sir?” peared they had been attempting to work,
This was addressed to a young man of the group, Susan well understood the import of these dreadful wearing the uniform of a midshipman, and whose
flashed and disordered countenance proved that he had the cliffs, darted through the church-yard there, till taken a considerable share in the late desperate en- his quick step was heard on the stones of the paved counter.
street. The inhabitants were at their doors and win“ Take her to the tower, Thomas," said he ; " she dows, anxious to catch the slightest word that might may assist with her evidence the investigation of this give them some intelligence of the conflict! for the affair. The body of the man must also be carried to reports of the fire-arms had been heard in the town, our station, for I dare say we shall grabble some of the and all there was anxiety and agitation : but the quick rascals before the night's work is over, Our lieutenant questions were unanswered, the salutes were nnnoticed has ordered the boat to be pursued that put off in the the form that rushed by them was heard to gasp scuffle; and, as some of the cargo is now lying about hardly for breath, and they were satisfied something the rocks here, we must look out for another squall." | desperate had taken place. The smuggler gained the
One of the sailors sustained the still senseless Sasan street Susan had set out from ; the women, and others who in his arms, while the corpse followed borne by four had joined them, were gathered round the door of the others on their carbines.
house, waiting with breathless impatience her return, “ This fun was not expected, Infant Joe,” said one and various were the conjectures of the night's events; of the men to the gigantic figure who carried Susan in when a voice, whose tones all knew, was heard to exone of his arms, with as much ease as he would have claim-“stand o one side there; a chair! a chair !" conveyed a child, and who, in mockery of his immense They made way for him in an instant; he darted into bulk, bad been so nicknamed.
the house, placed Susan in the arm-chair, and dropped “ No," was the laconic reply.
on the foot. with his forehead resting on his arm. “ I think," continued the other, “ 'twas your pistol
“ James !” the women cried,
are you hurt?" settled that poor fellow, for he lay in the very point of They received no reply; but his convulsive panting the woman's scream when you fired."
alarmed them: they raised him from the ground, while “ Yes," said Joe with a grin, mayhap it was ; and one of the women lighted a candle. At that moment a I wish each, of my bullets could search twenty of 'em scream of dismay escaped them all: those who had at once as surely and as quickly."
stood listening at the door rushed in, and were horror“ Halt!” cried the officer who was commanding the struck on beholding poor Susan lying apparently lifeparty ; “ if I mistake not I perceive a body of men,
less in the chair, her face and neck dabbled with creeping on their hands and knees, at the toot of the blood; but she breathed, and not a moment was to be cliff. Out with your torches, or we may be fair marks lost. Restoratives were applied to both, the blood was for a bullet."
cleansed from Susan, and, to the joy of all, not a wound The men instantly obeyed, and, at the same moment, could be perceived. James had now sufficiently rediscovered their progress was interrupted by a gang of covered to stand and bathe her temples: he kissed her armed smugglers, who instantly commenced a praetical cold, quivering lips-she slowly opened her eyes—the argument for the right of way by furiously attacking first object they rested upon was her husband ! She the blockade. At the first fire, the ponderous bulk started from the chair, and gazed at him with a mingled bearing the light form of Susan reeled and fell with expression of terror and delight. James, seeing the its burthen on the earth; and a smuggler was seen to effect his appearance produced, pressed her in his arms, rush wildly through the chaos of contending beings, where she lay laughing and crying, and clasping him hewing his passage with a short broad cutlass, and ap- round the neck, till the shock had subsided, when she parently having but one object in view. A retreat of sat like a quiet child on his knee, reposing her head the smugglers, and the consequent advance of their an- upon his shoulder. None had as yet ventured to ask a tagonists brought him to the spot were Susan, still question, but all impatiently waited till Susan should senseless, lay wound in the sinewy arm of the prostrate break the silence that had now followed the confusion man-of-war's man. He endeavoured to disengage her of cries, tears, and wonder. But she seemed to have from his grasp: and, on placing his hand on her neck, no other wish on earth-she was in her husband's arms he felt that his fingers were straying in warm and still - beneath their own roof—and that was question and oozing blood. He trembled, and gasped for breath :- answer, and every thing to her.-James appeared restthere were two beings senseless before him--one must less, and attempted to rise; but the motion was folbe seriously wounded, perhaps dying or dead. lowed by the close winding of Susan's arms round his dragged Susan from her thrall : the action was followed neck, Then, as if suddenly resolved, and chiding by a groan from the man, who faintly rose upon his himself for some neglect, he started from his seat. knees, and made a grasp towards the female with one “ Susan," said he,“ you are better now; keep yourhand, and drawing a pistol from his belt with the other, self still till I return shall be but a few minutes." discharged it at random, and again fell exhausted. “ No, no," cried Susan, grasping his arm with both The report was heard hy some of the still contending her hands" not again-go not again. I shall be party, and forms were seen hastening to the spot; but able to speak to you presently ; don't leave me now, the smuggler had safely ascended the cliff with Susan, James." and sitting on the summit, wiped the drops of agony “ You mus'n't persuade me to stay," replied he ; “I and toil from his brow, and placed his trembling hand left the crew fighting with the blockade when I saw upon her heart. At the first he could discover no pul- yoa in that fellow's arms; but I must go back again, sation ; he pressed his hand firmaer against her side, and for life and death are in this night's business. One of with a cry of joy sprang upon his feet-he felt the us has been shot, poor. Peter Cullen drowned—he principle of life beat against his palm.
would drink in spite of our orders, and fell overboard. elasped her in his arms, and; with the speed of a I tried to save him; but I'm afraid he lies dead under hound, ran across the fields leading from the edge of the cliff, just where I first saw you, Susan, when I lost
my footing. But I must go back, and see the end of it -now don't gripe me so hard, Susan-I must go. I dare say all's lost—but I must go.
He struggled to release himself from Susan, when a smuggler rushed into the house, pale and exhausted ; he Aung himself into a chair, and, throwing a brace of pistols on the ground, exclaimed
“ The boat's taken the tubs we had worked to the foot of the cliffs are seized too: we fought hard for it, but it was of no use!”- and then he breathed a bitter curse in that low, withering tone, which seems to recoil upon the head of the curser, and clings only to him that utters it.
“ Well it can't be helped,” said James, calmly seating himself; “it's no use repining now—words and sighs won't better it; though it is somewhat hard, after cruising about for three months, to lose our cargo at sea, and when we thought ourselves lucky that we escaped Cork jail, and got back to Holland with an empty hold, and tried to do a little business at home, to make such a finish to all as we have done to-night. Poor Peter's drowned too, Tom-d'ye know that?”
“ Ah !” said the other, “I thought it was all over with him when I saw him go ;—but how did you manage with him?"
“ Now it's all over," said James, “l'll tell you the whole affair. When I plunged in after him, I popped a tub under my arm, thinking we were opposite a point where there was no watch ; for, thinks I, if I can work a tub and save a man's life at the same time I shall do a clever thing; but I was some seconds before I could find Peter, it being so pitch dark. At last I saw something bob up to the top of the water, close to me-- it was him, sure enough; I made a grasp, and caught him by the hair-kept his head above the surface, and got ashore with him. At that moment, a blockade-man 'spied me, and fired a pistol: I heard some of them coming towards me, so I dragged Peter under the cliff, and made for town; but the men-o'-war’-men followed me up so closely, that I was obliged to drop my tub, and crowd all sail. I got near home, and thought I could manage to drop in without being seen: but they had so gained upon me that I was obliged to run again right through the town, where I dodged them, till I found myself back again at the place where I left Peter, I felt him, but he was stiff and dead, poor fellow. I then thought I'd try if I could hail you ; but the only answer 1 got was a report of fire-arms on the beach ; then I knew that you must be working the boat slap in the teeth of the blockade. I listened a minute or two, and all was silent; so thinks I, they have either put out to sea again or have succeeded in working the cargo.”
“ Yes,” interrupted Tom, we had worked part of it, and had hid the tubs under the cliff; when we were discovered and attacked : and three or four suddenly put off the boat, while we who were left had to fight it out, and get away as we could.”
Well,” continued James, “I thought I'd mount the cliff and look out, and had got near the top-but what with wondering bow you had managed, and thinking of Poor Peter and our unlucky cruise, I felt very melancholy, and was pulling-up to take fresh wind, when what should I hear but my Susan's voice! That so astonished me, that I lost my footing, and was capsized plump again on the shingle. There was no bones broke, however; and I was just about to bail Susan on
the cliff, when I thought I saw some of the blockade coming; and, says I to myself, ' you mus'n't see me, my masters !'-so I crept close under the cliff, and passed them safe enough. Then, thinks I, I may as well find out where the lads are;' and thinking Susan would be up to the rig, and wait where she was, or go home again, I contrived to run along the bottom of the cliff, till I found myself tumbling anong a lot of tubs. • Oho!' thinks I, ' all's right yet;' and, while looking about, I perceived all of you creeping down the cliffs. You recognized me, if you recollect; and we were just preparing to clear the tubs snugly away, when the enemy's lanterns issued from a projecting part of the cliff. Douse they went in one moment, and, in the other, there we were with the blockade, yard-arm and yard-arm ; but, when I first saw the light from their torches, what should I see but my Susan stowed in the arms of Infant Joe. In the surprise, I opened a fire upon him, but took a good aim notwithstanding ; I saw him fall, and, laying about me right manfully, I seized upon my little brig, carried her away from the grappling-irons of the huge pirate, and towed her right into harbour--and here she is safe and sound-there's some comfort in that, ar'n't there, my girl?”—and a hearty kiss, with a murmured blessing, escaped from the lips of the rough young smuggler, as he again pressed the now happy Susan in his arms.
Two of his companions now entered the house: they were cordially received by their acquaintances and assembled : but the hanging of their heads, the ill-stifled sighs, and the languid manner of taking the hands outstretched to welcome them, proved how severely their bold hearts felt their chilling disappointments and unrewarded toil. A dead silence followed their entrance : for what could be said ? The journal of their cruise and misfortunes was recorded in every line of their brows. It was a sad meeting; and sadness and silence love to be together. At length one of them looking at James, said
“We heard that you had brought down Infant Joe ; but, just as we came into the town, we were told that he was only wounded, and had been carried to the tower, with a pistol-bullet in his right shoulder.”
“ In his right shonlder, eh?” said James, as he gave a loud whistle, and looked at Susan ; "it was close chance for you, my girl. Well, l've no wish for his death ; but if we ever should meet again. I am just as likely to snap my trigger, and perhaps with better success.-But, Susan, my lass, I've been waiting all along to know how yon came on the cliff at such a time; and I'm somewhat jealous, too, at that same Infant Joe, and the manner he was convoying you so snugly.”
Susan smiled, and related her share in the events of the night, and concluded by entreating James to relinquish his desperate and unprofitable pursuit-to forego all thoughts of again embarking in a Winter Cruise and, when the employment of the coast failed to procure them a quiet subsistence, to remove to some happier land, where industry may reap its reward, and the strong arm and sweating brow know their hours of comfort and repose.—Monthly Mag.