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said Upton, gently; "you know I'm stairs, he flew past me like lightning, always ready when you want me.” and I just saw by a glimpse that some.

“And you'll not leave this ? you'll thing was wrong. He rushed out with not desert me?" cried the other, ea- his head bare, and his coat all open, gerly

and it sleetin' terribly! Down be Certainly not; I have no thought went towards the lough, at full speed

, of going away.”

and never minded all my callin' after There, now, hould your prate, him." both of ye, or, by my conscience, I'll “ Has he returned ?" asked Upton. not take the responsibility upon me- Not as I know, sir. We were I will not!" said Billy, angrily. “'Tis too much taken up with the lord to just a disgrace and a shame that ye ask after him. havn't more discretion."

“I'll just step down and see," sai] Glencore's lips moved with a feeble Sir Horace, who arose, and left the attempt at a smile, and in his faint room on tiptoe. voice he said

To Upton's inquiry all made the “We must obey the doctor, Upton ; same answer. None had seen the young but don't leave me.”

lord - none could give any clue as to Upton moved a chair to the bedside, whither he had gone. Sir Horace at and sat down without a word.

once hastened to Tharcourt's room, and “ Ye think an artery is like a canal, after some vigorous shakes, succeeded with a lock.gate to it, I believe,” said in awakening the Colonel, and by dint Billy, in a low, grumbling voice to of various repetitions at last put bim Upton, “and you forget all its vermi. in possession of all that had occurred. cular motion, as ould Fabricius called * We must look after the lad," cried it, and that is only by a coagalum, & Harcourt, springing from his bed, and kind of barrier, like a mud breakwa. dressing with all haste.

“ He is ter. Be off out of that, ye spalpeens ! rash, hot-headed fellow; but even ? be off every one of yez, and leave us it were nothing else, he might get bis tranquil and paceable !"

death in such a night as this.' This summary command was direct- The wind dashed wildly against the ed to the various servants, who were window-panes as he spoke, and the still moving about the room in imagi- old timbers of the frame rattled fata nary occupation. The room was at fully: last cleared of all save Upton and Do you remain here, Upton. 11 Billy, who sat by the bedside, his hand go in search of the boy. Take care still resting on the sick man's forehead. Glencore hears nothing of his absence." Soothed by the stillness, and reduced And with a promptitude that beby the loss of blood, Glencore sank spoke the

man of action, Harcourt deinto a quiet sleep, breathing softly scended the stairs and set out. and gently as a child.

The night was pitch dark; sweeping “ Look at him now," whispered

gusts of wind bore the rain along in Billy to Upton, “and you'll see what

torrents, and the thunder rolled inces philosophy there is in ascribin' to the santly, its clamour increased by the heart the source of all our emotions. loud beating of the waves as they broke He lies there azy and comfortable,

upon the rocks. Upton had repeated just because the great bellows is work- to Harcourt that Billy ing smoothly and quietly. They talk going towards the sea-shore, and in about the brain, and the spinal nerves,

this direction he now followed. His and the soliar plexus, but give a man

frequent excursions had familiarised a wake, washy circulation, and what him with the place, so that even af is he? He's just like a chap with the night Harcourt found no finest intentions in the world, but detecting the path and keeping it. not a sixpence in his pocket to carry About half an hour's brisk walking them out! A fine, well-regulated,

brought him to the side of the Lough, steady-batin' heart is like a credit on and the narrow flight of steps cut ja the bank - you draw on it, and your the rock, which descended to the little draft isn't dishonoured !”

boat-quay. Here he halted, and called “What was it brought on this attack ?" asked Upton, in a whisper.

out the boy's name several times. The

sea, however, was running mountains “A shindy he had with the boy. I high, and an immense drift, sweeping wasn't here. There was nobody by ;

over the rocks, fell in sheets of scatterbut when I met Master Charles on the ed foam beyond them ; so that Har.

saw the boy

difficulty in

court's voice was drowned by the up- or child; but you may have many a roar. A small sheeling under the one that's near to you." shelter of the rock formed the home of “My ties are, perhaps, as light as a boatman; and at the crazy door of your own," said Harcourt.

- Come, this humble cot Harcourt now knocked now, be alive. I'll put ten gold guiviolently.

neas in your hand if you can overtake The man answered the summons at him.” once, assuring him that he had not “I'd rather see his face than have heard or seen any one since the night two hundred," said the man, as, springclosed in ; adding, at the same time, ing into the boat, he began to haul out that in such a tempest a boat's crew the tackle from under the low halfmight have landed without his knowing deck, and prepare for sea. it.

“Is your honour used to a boat, or To be sure,” continued he, after ought I to get another man with me?” a pause, “I heard a chain rattlin' on asked the sailor. the rock soon after I went to bed, and “ Trust me, my good fellow, I have I'll just step down and see if the yawl had more sailing than yourself, and in is all right."

more treacherous seas, too,” said HarScarcely had he left the spot, when court, who, throwing off his cloak, his voice was heard calling out from proceeded to help the other, with an below

address that bespoke a practised hand. She's gone!-- the yawl is gone! The wind blew strongly off the the lock is broke with a stone and shore, so that scarcely was the foresail she's away!”

spread, than the boat began to move “ How could this be? no boat could rapidly through the water, dashing leave in such a sea," cried Harcourt the sea over her bows, and plunging eagerly.

wildly through the waves. * She could go out fast enough, sir. “Give me a hand now with the The wind is north-east due ; but how hal'yard,” said the boatman; "and long she'll keep the sea is another when the main-sail is set, you'll see matter.”

how she'll dance over the top of the “ Then he'll be lost !" cried Har- waves, and never wet us." court wildly.

“She's too light in the water, if “Who, sir — who is it?" asked the anything," said Harcourt, as the boat

bounded buoyantly, under the increas- Your master's son !" cried he, ed press of canvas. wringing his hands in anguish."

. Your honour's right; she'll do “Oh, murther! murther !” scream- better with half a ton of iron in her. ed the boatman, “we'll never see him Stand by sir, always, with the peak again. 'Tis out to say-into the wild hal'yards ; get the sail aloft in when I ocean he'll be blown !"

give you the word.” " Is there no shelter - no spot he

" Leave the latter to me, my man," could make for ?"

said Harcourt, taking it as he spoke. “ Barrin' the islands, there's not a “You'll soon see that I'm no new hand spot between this and America.” at the work."

“But he could make the islands- “She's doing it well,” said the man. you are sure of that?"

“Keep her up! keep her up! there's “If the boat was able to live through a spit of land runs out here; in a few the say. But sure I know him well; minutes more we'll have say-room he'll never take in a reef or sail ; but enough." sit there, with the helm bard up, just The heavier roll of the waves, and never carin' what came of him I Oh, the increased force of the wind, soon musha! musha! what druv him out showed that they had gained the open such a night as this !"

sea; while the atmosphere, relieved “Come, it's no time for lamenting, of the dark shadows of the mountain, my man; get the launch ready, and seemed lighter and thinner than inlet us follow him. Are you afraid ?” shore.

“Afraid !" replied the man, with a "We're to make for the islands, touch of scorn in his voice; “ faix it's

you say, sir?" little fear troubles me; but maybe “ Yes. What distance are they you won't like to be in her yourself off?" when she's once out. I've none be- “About eighteen miles. Two hours, longin' to me - father, mother, chick if the wind lasts, and we can bear it.”

man.

“ And could the yawl stand this ?” “ She can, if it's no worse, sir." said Harcourt, as a heavy sea struck “ But it looks heavier weather outthe bow, and came in a cataract over side." them.

“ As well as I can see, it's only be, “ Better than ourselves, if she was ginnin'.” manned. Luff! luff !—that's it!" And Harcourt listened with a species of as the boat turned up to wind, sheets admiration to the calm and measured of spray and foam flew over her, sentiment of the sailor, who, fully con“ Master Charles hasn't his equal for scious nf all the danger, yet never, by steerin', if he wasn't alone, Keep her a word or gesture, showed that be was there !—now! steady, sir!"

flurried or excited. “ Here's a squali coming," cried “ You have been out on nights as Harcourt; “I hear it hissing." bad as this, I suppose ?" said Har

Down went the peak, but scarcely court. in time, for the wind, catching the “Maybe not quite, sir, for it's a sail, laid the boat gunwale under. Af, great say is runnin'; and, with the ter a struggle, she righted, but with wind off shore, we couldn't have this, nearly one-third of her filled with if there wasn't a storm blowing furwater.

ther out." “I'd take in a reef, or two reefs," “From the westward, you mean?". said the man ; “ but if she couldn't “Yes, sir-a wind coming over the rise to the say, she'll fill and go down. whole ocean, that will soon meet the We must carry on, at all events." land wind."

So say I. It's no time to shorten “ And does that often happen?" sail, with such a sea running."

The words were but out, when, with The boat now flew through the wa- a loud report like a cannon-shot, the ter, the sea itself impelling her, as with wind reversed the sail, snapping the every sudden gust the waves struck strong sprit in two, and bringing down the stern.

the whole canvas clattering into the “She's a brave craft," said Har- boat. With the aid of a hatchet, the court, as she rose lightly over the great sailor struck off the broken portion of waves, and plunged down again into the spar, and soon cleared the wrec; the trough of the sea; “but if we ever while the boat, now reduced to a mere get to land again, I'll have combings foresail, laboured heavily, sinking ber round her to keep her dryer."

prow in the sea at every bound. Her “ Here it comes ! - here it comes, course, too, was now altered, and she sir !"

flew along parallel to the shore, the Nor were the words well out, when, great cliffs looming through the darklike a thunder-clap, the wind struck ness, and seeming as if close to them. the sail, and bent the mast over like a “ The boy !-the boy !" cried Harwhip. For an instant it seemed as if court; "what has become of him? she were going down by the prow;

but He never could have lived through she righted again, and, shivering in that squall." every plank, held on her way.

“If the spar stood, there was an “That's as much as she could do," end of us, too,” said the sailor ; «shed said the sailor; “and I would not like have gone down by the stern, as sure to ax her to do more."

as my name is Peter." “ I agree with you," said Harcourt, “ It is all over by this time," mutsecretly stealing his feet back again tered Harcourt, sorrowfully. into his shoes, which he had just kick- • Pace to him now !" said the sailor, ed off.

as he crossed himself, and went over 8 “ It's fresh’ning it is every minute," prayer. said the man; “and I'm not sure that The wind now raged fearfully; claps, we could make the Islands if it lasts. like the report of cannon, struck the « Well-what then ?".

frail boat at intervals, and laid her “ There's nothing for it but to be nearly keel uppermost ; while the mast blown out to say," said he, tragically, bent like a whip, and every rope creakas, having filled his tobacco-pipe, he ed and strained to its last endurance. struck a light, and began to smoke. The deafening noise, close at hand,

“ The very thing I was wishing for," told where the waves were beating on said Harcourt, touching his cigar to the rock-bound coast, or surging with the bright ashes. “How she labours the deep growl of thunder through -do you think she can stand this ?", many a cavern. They rarely spoke,

man.

save when some emergency called for Glencore upon his sick-bed, in sorrow a word. Each sat wrapped up in his and in suffering, and perhaps soon to own dark reveries, and unwilling to hear that he was childless. From break them. Hours passed thus- these he went on to other thoughts. long, dreary hours of darkness, that What could have occurred to have seemed like years of suffering, so often driven the boy to such an act of despe. in this interval did life hang in the ration ? Harcourt invented a hundred balance.

imaginary causes, to reject them as As morning began to break with a rapidly again. The affection the boy greyish blue light to the westward, the bore to his father seemed the strongest wind slightly abated, blowing more principle of his nature. There appearsteadily, too, and less in sudden gusts; ed to be no event possible in which that while the sea rolled in large round feeling would not sway and control waves, unbroken above, and showing him. As he thus ruminated, he was no crest of foam.

aroused by the sudden cry of the boat“Do you know where we are ?" asked Harcourt.

« There's a boat, sir, dismasted, “ Yes, sir; we're off the Rooks' a-head of us, and drifting out to Point, and if we hold on well, we'll say." be soon in slacker water."

“I see her!"_I see her!” cried “ Could the boy have reached this, Harcourt; "out with the oars, and think you ?".

let's pull for her." The man shook his head mournfully, Heavily as the sea was rolling, they without speaking:

now began to pull through the im" How far are we from Glencore ?"

mense waves, Harcourt turning his “ About eighteen miles, sir; but head at every instant to watch the more by land.”

boat, which now was scarcely half-&“You can put me ashore, then, mile a-head of them. somewhere here abouts ?"

“She's empty !

-there's no one in “ Yes, sir, in the next bay ; there's her !" said Peter, mournfully, as, steaa creek we can easily run into." dying himself by the mast, he cast a

“ You are quite sure he couldn't look seaward. have been blown out to sea ?"

Row on-let us get beside her," “ How could he, sir? There's only said Harcourt. one way the wind could dhrive him.

“She's the yawl! I know her now," If he isn't in the Clough Bay, he's in cried the man. glory.".

“ And empty?” All the anxiety of that dreary night “ Washed out of her with a say, be. was nothing to what Harcourt now like,” said Peter, resuming his oar, suffered, in his eagerness to round the and tugging with all his strength. Rooks' Point, and look into the bay A quarter of an hour's hard rowing beyond it. Controlling it as he would, brought them close to the dismasted still would it break out in words of im- boat, which, drifting broadside on the patience, and even anger.

sea, seemed at every instant ready to “Don't curse the boat, ye’r honour," capsize. said Peter, respectfully, but calmly; * There's something in the bottom “she's behaved well to us this night, in the stern-sheets !” screamed Peter. or we'd not be here now."

“ It's himself._0 blessed Virgin, it's “But are we to beat about here for himself !” And, with a bound, he ever?” asked the other, angrily. sprung from his own boat into the

“She's don' well, and we ought to other. be thankful,” said the man; and his The next instant he had lifted the tone, even more than his words, served helpless body of the boy from the botto reprove the other's impatience. tom of the boat, and, with a shout of “ I'll try and set the mainsail on her joy, screamed outwith the remains of the sprit.”

" He's alive!_he's well !—it's only Harcourt watched him, as he la- fatigue !" boured away to repair the damaged Harcourt pressed his hands to his rigging ; but though he looked at him, face, and sank upon his knees in his thoughts were far away with poor prayer.

LIEUTENANT BELLOT. It is long since the search for a "north England is seldom ineffectual. Subwest passage” has lost almost all its scriptions poured in from all quarters, interest in the public mind - so long until sufficient has been accumulated that, now that it has been found, no- to defray the cost of erection of a grabody but a Fellow of the Geographical nite obelisk, inscribed with the name Society knows, or thinks of inquiring, of Bellot, and to enable the Comin what direction it runs, or whither it mittee to present each of the five sisters leads. In truth, the hobby was ridden of the deceased officer with a gift of somewhat overbard. The monotony £300, in token of the feelings enterof the details of Arctic Expeditions tained for their brother by the English wearied the public ear very soon after people. Placed upon the bank of the the excitement produced by the novelty Thames, on the quay of Greenwich of the adventures of the early voyagers Hospital, the monument attests to the had worn off; and the subject would mariners of all nations the admission have waned out of memory years ago,

of a French worthy into the most sabut for the noble fidelity and energy ered shrine of the heroes of England. of a wife refusing to abandon her hus- How is this unparalleled manifestation band to his fate, until inexorable time of respect to be accounted for? The should efface the last shadow of a hope object of it lost his life at the age of of bis being within the reach of human seven-and-twenty, by a casualty incisuccour.

dental to his calling. He was a stranger, The devotion of Lady Franklin, of humble rank, undistinguished by operating upon the generous heart of birth or fortune, unknown in science a young Frenchman, in conjunction or art. By what magic were the with his own ardent love of adventure guardians of the naval Valhalla of Engand thirst for distinction, lately brought land induced to admit him within their another actor upon the stage, and his precincts? How were the proudest of untimely, but enviable fate, again, for English nobles brought into a common a moment, arrested the public atten- action, in honour of his memory, with tion, and caused a passing glance to be “working men,” and coast-guard turned towards the northern graves of boat's crews? The answer to these our unfortunate countrymen. No more questions is, we think, supplied by the than a casual thought was, however, publication of M. Bellot's simple megiven to the crews of the Erebus and moirs and journal, and it is creditable Terror; the interest then awakened in to human nature. In the relations of the breasts of Englishmen was fixed the young sailor with his own family, on the memory of an obscure foreign with Lady Franklin, with the rough, sailor, to honour which some of the fore. true-hearted men among whom he was most men in England came promptly thrown in his first Arctic voyage, with forward with their purses and their the officials of the English Admiralty

, names. It was truly a strange and is to be traced the origin of the affection unprecedented sight that was presented and esteem which, spreading from those to the two nations, we may, perhaps, centres, influenced large circles of say to the world, on the 14th of No- English men to delight in honouring bis vember, 1853, when the First Lord of geniality of heart, earnestness of purthe Admiralty, and the veteran of pose, and devoted loyalty. One touch Arctic Expeditions, Sir Edward Parry, of nature makes the whole world kin; declared in their own names, and in and may we not hope that the memory the name of a meeting “composed of of the hero, and of the frankness and various classes of Englishmen," their purity in which his worship anxious desire to mark their deep will bind together the land that adoptsense of the noble conduct of Lieute- ed him and that which gave nant Bellot, of the French Imperial long after the conventional obligation Navy," and their determination to in. of a political alliance can be expected vite their countrymen to unite with to endure ? them in erecting a monument to his Joseph René Bellot, the son of a memory. An appeal thus made in Rochefort blacksmith, was born on the

was set up,

him birth,

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