a terrible storm arose, and they expected every minute to be swallowed up by the waves.

Caffandra's grief increased. She fell continually into fainting fits, calling in vain on the name of her parents.

The ftorm continued fome days, when they were driven upon the unknown coast of a defert inland.

Dudley intreated the Captain to set them afhore, as he found the life of his beloved Caffandra to be in the moft imminent danger.

The Captain complied with their request; and they wandered about a confiderable way from the fea-fide, when they beheld a delightful place, which feemed to yield every thing nature could afford in her highest luxury.

They remained for fome time gazing on this enchanting spot. They could perceive no form like their own, or hear any thing but the bubbling fountains, and the warbling of the birds.

Dudley at length refolved to build a little hut, and there to live with his amiable mistress upon the fpontaneous productions which the place produced.

After they had remained in this island for near five years, and were bleffed with feveral pledges of their mutual love, it happened one winter's evening, when they had just retired to reft, that a dreadful hurricane arofe, which defolated the fields, and tore up the trees by the roots.

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They heard the billows roar, and the lamentations of fome unfortunate people, who, had, no doubt, fuffered by a wreck. Dudley and Caffandra haftened immediately to the fhore, where they beheld several people lying lifeless on the fands.

The next object that presented itself was a venerable old man, ftretched at the bottom of a tree, and fhewing fome figns of life.

Caffandra immediately ran up to him, and looking wildly on him, cried out, "My Father!" and fainted by his fide.

Dudley, perceiving the diftrefs of Caffandra, flew to her affiftance, and foon difcovered the ftranger to be Lord Dorfet, who, with his confort, had embarked in fearch of his daughter.

They immediately conducted him to their cabin, and, after he was fomewhat recovered, he embraced his children,but told them there was one thing ftill, which would for ever deftroy his happiness. His beloved wife, he feared, had shared the fate of those who were fwallowed up by the devouring ocean.

Caffandra was almost distracted. She intreated her husband to fly to the fhore, and fearch after the dear object of their wishes. Dudley complied, and, after he had wandered about for fome time, he faw at fome diftance a lady, to all appearance breathless, in the arms of a flave. He prefently recollected in her face the features of Lady Dorfet.

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Dorfet. He bore her to his cabin, where the foon after recovered; and opening her eyes, and looking ftedfaftly on Helen and Earl Dorfet, exclaimed, "Gracious heaven!-my husband alive!-and in the arms of his daughter!-She could fcarce utter thefe words, but fainted in Dudley's arms.

When the revived, their joy was not to be described. She perceived Dudley on his knees, and tenderly embraced him and her daughter. They all four mingled their tears of joy together.

A few days after, feveral officers, and others of the crew, who had been preferved from the wreck, difcovered the delightful abode of their noble chief. They were received, with the greatest cordiality, by Dudley, and his engaging partner.

The beauties of this charming ifland, which feemed to its new inhabitants another Eden, made fuch an impreffion upon the followers of Lord Dorfet, that they determined to make it the place of their future abode ;--and it is afferted by M. de Arnaud, a celebrated French. writer, from whom the above little history is chiefly taken, that several of their defcendants were found there four years afterwards, when this valuable ifland was discovered by the Portuguefe, which, from its being covered with wood, they called Madeira.

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THE FORTUNATE ESCAPE; OR, THE ENLIGHTENED FAIR ONE:

A FRENCH TALE.

IN the midft of a world, where vice, inge

nious to disguise itself, takes a thousand feducing forms, the most happy disposition requires to be enlightened without ceafing. The more fhelves there are, and the more they are hidden, the more need has the frail bark of innocence and happiness of a prudent pilot. What would have been, for example, the fate of Mifs Troëne, if heaven had not bleffed her with a mother, who was one of ten thousand.

This refpectable widow had devoted to the education of an only daughter the most agreeable years of her life. These were her reflections at the age of five-and-twenty.

"I have loft my husband. I have nothing but my daughter and myself, Shall I live for myfélf, or for her? The world fmiles upon

me, and pleases me ftill; but if I give myself up

to it, I abandon my daughter, and hazard her happiness and my own. Suppofe that a life of diffipation and of noife has all the charms that are attributed to it, how long may I be able to tafte them? How few of my years, which are rolling on, have I to pass in the world? How many in folitude and the bosom of my child? This world, which invites me now, will difmifs me foon without pity; and if my daughter should forget herself, according to my example; if she is unhappy through my negligence, what will be my comfort? Let me in good time add grace to my retreat. Let me render it as agreeable as it is honourable; and let me facrifice to my daughter, who is every thing to me, that alien multitude, to whom in a fhort time I fhall be nothing."

From that moment this prudent mother became the friend and companion of her daughter. But to obtain her confidence was not the work of a day.

Emily (that was the young lady's name) had received from nature a foul fufceptible of the . moft lively impreffions; and her mother, who ftudied it inceffantly, experienced an uneafy joy on perceiving this fenfibility, which does fo much harm and fo much good. "Happy," faid fhe fometimes, happy the husband whom she will love, if he is deferving of her tenderness! But woe be to him, if he humbles and fhocks her.

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