While I was endeavouring to chase away these harrowing prognostications, I my attention was withdrawn from myself to one of these rapid elemental changes to which these latitudes are subject. Dark clouds had obscured the sun, the howling winds blew with such vio lence that the bough swayed fearfully backwards and forwards, the thunder began to mut ter in the distance, and upon looking down to the dark waters I found that they were angrily heaving and turbid, and the beautiful figure had disappeared, and with her vanished all those fond blandishments that had rendered me enamoured of death, and solicited me to sink into the peaceful embrace of the waves. Noisy, perturbed, and foaming, I now recoiled from the yawning gulph beneath, and as I endeavoured to cling more firmly to my perch my limbs once more obeyed me, and I found that I had recovered my dominion over them as suddenly and as inexplicably as I had lost it Consoled by this welcome discovery I looked put with a wild enjoyment at the increasing fury of the storm. The thunder burst above my head with a stunning explosion; the live lightning vaulted around me, now plunging into the hissing waves," now smiting and backwards shivering the rock, while I swung and forwards, and up and down, at the mercy of the storm-gust. Wrought up to an ecstasy, I called aloud upon the earthquake to come and rock me to sleep, and as I clapped my hands and hallooed to the thunder, I shouted out in the intervals of the hurly-burly— Roar! roar! thou turbulent ocean; The shuddering rock, ye thunderbolts, pierce; Death has to him no terror or sadness, "Oh, happy, happy day! a day of bliss, beatitude, rapture, not less intense than inexpli cable. If a thought can penetrate space and recall time, may we not be occasionally enabled, by some occult combination of the senses and the intellect, to send out our eye upon a thought and render that object perceptible to vision which we can summon before us in idea? It must be so!-there is no other solution of this mysterious occurrence. How glorious to think, that at some favoured moments the dis tant and the invisible may be placed under our ocular command, and brought before us in the body, as St. Paul says, with as much ease as they may now be summoned by the mind! "I am carried forty years back; the days of my youth are restored to me. I feel alert, gay, and buoyant; methinks I smell the cool fresh air of England, and the very turf on which I played at cricket; I feel the shaggy mane of I used to ride; I see the banks and ditches which I have so often explored for wild strawberries, and violets, and pansies, and forget-me-not, and harebells, and wake-robin, which we used to call lords and ladies, and all those beautiful wild flowers which I loved when a the pony boy, and loved the more as a man, because I 9 found they had delighted others as well as my, self, and been all celebrated by the poets. "Oh, yeurdeariz flowers of my childhood, so often thought of by day and dreamt of by night, how superior are ye to all the gorgeous magnificence of these exotics! Oh, what a charming thing his youth when we look back upon its sparkling sunshiny hours through a long vists of dark and dreary years!et le bonham possesses “This spot of flowery enchantment p another indescribable attraction, from which I have derived no common solace. It returns & very distinct echo, and I have sat by the hour my former together, shouting the names of my friends, or singing such snatches of old songs as I-stille recollected, and fancying that it diminished the sense of my loneliness, as I listened to the distant reverberations of a human voice. It was something to have made these hitherto silento recesses familiar with English sounds; there was a sort of society even in thus conthere wass versing with the hills and rocks; pleasure in knowing that the most secret depths of the forests, and the solitudes of the remote plains, and the innermost soul of the island had been made to echo back the names of those I loved. When shall I hear the exquisite, inimi 02 table music of another human voice? Never! 1 "Alone still, still alone! still am I doomed to record that miserable word, in which are condensed all the sufferings that a heart like mine can undergo before it is driven to seek refuge in madness or in death. To this horrible extremity shall I be quickly urged, unless shortly enabled to escape. To escape! Ha! ha! ha! ha! "Gnaw, gnaw, gnaw! there it is still, this horrid sense of solitude, gnawing for ever at my heart like a slow insatiable vulture, giving me no rest, by day, and making even the short respite of the night an aggravation of my misery. How many times have I dreamt of my dear boy, my darling, my only child, and upon waking with eyes suffused, and arms |