longed to go. The same flash which struck you down, struck him dead."

"Dead? Lightning? Any more hurt? I must go and see. Why, what is this?" and Amyas passed his hand across his eyes. "It is all darkdark, as I live!" And he passed his hand over his eyes again.

it.

"To the south end. The crag above the Devil'slimekiln. No other place will suit."

Jack gave a murmur, and half-stopped, as a

There was another dead silence. Amyas broke frightful suspicion crossed him.

"Oh, God!" shrieked the great proud seacaptain, "Oh, God, I am blind! blind! blind!" And writhing in his great horror, he called to Cary to kill him and put him out of his misery, and then wailed for his mother to come and help him, as if he had been a boy once more; while Brimblecombe and Cary, and the sailors who crowded round the cabin-door, wept as if they too had been boys once more.

Soon his fit of frenzy passed off, and he sank back exhausted.

They lifted him into their remaining boat, rowed him ashore, carried him painfully up the hill to the old castle, and made a bed for him on the floor, in the very room in which Don Guzman and Rose Salterne had plighted their troth to each other, five wild years before.

"That is a dangerous place!"

"What of that?" said Amyas, who caught his meaning in his tone. "Dost think I am going to leap over cliff? I have not heart enough for that. On, lads, and set me safe among the rocks."

So slowly, and painfully, they went on, while Amyas murmured to himself,—

"No, no other place will suit; I can see all thence."

So on they went to the point, where the cyclopean wall of granite cliff which forms the western side of Lundy, ends sheer in a precipice of some three hundred feet, topped by a pile of snow-white rock, bespangled with golden lichens. As they approached, a raven, who sat upon the topmost stone, black against the bright blue sky, flapped lazily away, and sank down the abysses of the cliff, as if he scented the corpses underneath

Three miserable days were passed within that the surge. Below them from the Gull-rock rose a lonely tower.

On the fourth day his raving ceased: but he was still too weak to be moved. Toward noon, however, he called for food, ate a little, and seemed revived.

“Will,” he said, after a while, "this room is as stifling as it is dark. I feel as if I should be a sound man once more, if I could but get one snuff of the sea-breeze."

thousand birds, and filled the air with sound; the choughs cackled, the hacklets wailed, the great blackbacks laughed querulous defiance at the intruders, and a single falcon, with an angry bark, dashed out from beneath their feet, and hung poised high aloft, watching the sea-fowl which swung slowly round and round below.

It was a glorious sight, upon a glorious day. To the northward the glens rushed down toward The surgeon shook his head at the notion of the cliff, crowned with grey crags, and carpeted moving him but Amyas was peremptory.

"I am captain still, Tom Surgeon, and will sail for the Indies, if I choose. Will Cary, Jack Brimblecombe, will you obey a blind general?" "What you will in reason," said they both at

once.

"Then lead me out, my masters, and over the down to the south end. To the point at the south end I must go; there is no other place will suit." And he rose firmly to his feet, and held out his hands for theirs.

"Let him have his humour," whispered Cary. "It may be the working off of his madness."

"This sudden strength is a note of fresh fever, Mr. Lieutenant,” said the surgeon, "and the rules of the art prescribe rather a fresh blood-letting."

Amyas overheard the last word, and broke out,"Thou pig-sticking Philistine, wilt thou make sport with blind Samson? Come near me to let blood from my arm, and see if I do not let blood from thy coxcomb. Catch him, Will, and bring

him me here!"

with purple heather and green fern; and from their feet stretched away to the westward the sapphire rollers of the vast Atlantic, crowned with a thousand crests of flying foam. On their left hand, some ten miles to the south, stood out against the sky the purple wall of Hartland cliffs, sinking lower and lower as they trended away to the southward along the lonely iron-bound shores of Cornwall, until they faded, dim and blue, into the blue horizon forty miles away.

The sky was flecked with clouds, which rushed toward them fast upon the roaring south-west wind; and the warm ocean-breeze swept up the cliffs, and whistled through the heather-bells, and howled in cranny and in crag,

"Till the pillars and clefts of the granite
Rang like a God-swept lyre;"

while Amyas, a proud smile upon his lips, stood
breasting that genial stream of airy wine with
swelling nostrils and fast-heaving chest, and
seemed to drink in life from every gust. All three

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- Made its my 17

befell*
-Made it up thank God But I am weary.
Set me down awille, and I will tell you how it

while the bees hummed round them in the sun;
Wondering, they set him down upon the heather,
and Amyas felt for a hand of each, and clasped it

"Good, www toon my face to the Shutter. Be in his own hand, and began,-
Do I face it full !”

"Pall,' kaul Cor
Pond eyes whorewith to see what is
betoon me, sold be with a wad smile, "I know
Fong slums and every beadband, and every wave
bor, 1 mong way, for le gourd wight, that eye can
pack 19 pm, and leave me alons with God

"Was mood worke him mouth, if we wake him at all And Cory moved forward to him

Ashdod as Amors lifted her hood and turning fortht and hott helt round him with his sight

of the merry sea-breeze, which will never sail me “When you left me there upon the rock, lads, I again. And as I looked, I tell you truth, I could looked away and out to sea, to get one last snuff them, till I thought my sight was come again. But soon I knew it was not so; for I saw more see the water and the sky; as plain as ever I saw live, and away to the Spanish Main. And I saw than man could see; right over the ocean, as I Barbados, and Grenada, and all the isles that we ever sailed by; and La Guayra in Caraccas, and the Silla, and the house beneath it where she lived. And I saw him walking with her, on the barbecue, and he loved her then. I saw what I Cull rock, and the Shutter, and the Ledge; I saw he loved her; and I say he loves her still. "Then I saw the cliffs beneath me, and the merry blue sea. And I saw the grand old galleon, them, William Cary, and the weeds beneath the tide. She lies in fifteen fathoms, at the edge of Will she has righted with the sweeping of the the rocks, upon the sand; and her men are all lying around her, asleep until the judgment-day."

saw;

and

of meaning; and yet they knew that he was blind.
Cary and Jack looked at him, and then at each
the voce was shaping itself into a song. Was he
other His eyes were clear, and bright, and full
mured same? What was it! And they

'And, Señor, so am I.' Then he held out his hand to me, Cary; and I stooped to take it, and awoke."

listened with awestruck faces, as the giant pointed | said, 'I sinned, and I am punished.' And I said, down into the blue depths far below, and went on. "And I saw him sitting in his cabin, like a valiant gentleman of Spain; and his officers were sitting round him, with their swords upon the table, at the wine. And the prawns and the crayfish and the rockling, they swam in and out above their heads but Don Guzman he never heeded, but sat still, and drank his wine. Then he took a locket from his bosom; and I heard him speak, Will, and he said: 'Here's the picture of my fair and true lady; drink to her, Señors all.' Then he spoke to me, Will, and called me, right up through the oar-weed and the sea: 'We have had a fair quarrel, Señor : it is time to be friends once more. My wife and your brother have forgiven so your honour takes no stain.' And I answered, 'We are friends, Don Guzman; God has judged our quarrel, and not we.' Then he

me;

He ceased; and they looked in his face again. It was exhausted, but clear and gentle, like the face of a new-born babe. Gradually his head dropped upon his breast again; he was either swooning or sleeping, and they had much ado to get him home. There he lay for eight and forty hours, in a quiet doze; then arose suddenly, called for food, ate heartily, and seemed, saving his eyesight, as whole and sound as ever. The surgeon bade them get him home to Northam as soon as possible, and he was willing enough to go. So the next day the Vengeance sailed, leaving behind a dozen men to seize and keep in the Queen's name any goods which should be washed up from the wreck.

THE ARCHBISHOP AND GIL BLAS.
[By OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.]

DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware
I'm rather grey,

But so are many young folks; I meet 'em
every day.

I confess I'm more particular in what I eat and
drink;

But one's taste improves with culture; that is all it means, I think.

Can you read as once you used to? Well, the Is your voice a little trembly? Well it may be printing is so bad,

now and then ;

No young folks' eyes can read it like the books But I write as well as ever with a good oldthat once we had. fashioned pen;

Are you quite as quick of hearing? Please to say It's the Gillott's makes the trouble-not at all my that once again.

Don't I use plain words, your Reverence? Yes,
I often use a cane,

But it's not because I need it—no, I always liked
a stick ;

And as one might lean upon it, 'tis as well it should be thick.

finger-ends

That is why my hand looks shaky when I sign for dividends.

Don't you stoop a little, walking? It's a way I've always had

I have always been round-shouldered ever since I was a lad.

Oh, I'm smart, I'm spry, I'm lively,-I can walk, Don't you hate to tie your shoe-strings? Yes, I yes, that I can,

own it-that is true.

Don't you tell old stories over? I am not aware I do.

On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man ! Don't you get a little sleepy after dinner every Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you day? love a cushioned seat? Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on· was my way.

your feet?

Don't you cry a little easier than some twenty years Don't you wear warm fleecy flannels? Don't you
ago?
muffle up your throat?

Well, my heart is very tender, but I think 'twas Don't you like to have one help you when you're
always so.
putting on your coat?

"Made it up, thank God. But I am weary. Set me down awhile, and I will tell you how it befell."

Wondering, they set him down upon the heather, while the bees hummed round them in the sun; and Amyas felt for a hand of each, and clasped it Be in his own hand, and began,—

listened with awestruck faces, as the giant pointed down into the blue depths far below, and went on. "And I saw him sitting in his cabin, like a valiant gentleman of Spain; and his officers were sitting round him, with their swords upon the table, at the wine. And the prawns and the crayfish and the rockling, they swam in and out above their heads but Don Guzman he never heeded, but sat still, and drank his wine. Then he took a locket from his bosom; and I heard him speak, Will, and he said: 'Here's the picture of my fair and true lady; drink to her, Señors all.' Then he spoke to me, Will, and called me, right up through the oar-weed and the sea: 'We have had a fair quarrel, Señor it is time to be friends once more. My wife and your brother have forgiven me; so your honour takes no stain.' And I answered, 'We are friends, Don Guzman; God has judged our quarrel, and not we.' Then he

said, 'I sinned, and I am punished.' And I said, And, Señor, so am I.' Then he held out his hand to me, Cary; and I stooped to take it, and awoke."

He ceased; and they looked in his face again. It was exhausted, but clear and gentle, like the face of a new-born babe. Gradually his head dropped upon his breast again; he was either swooning or sleeping, and they had much ado to get him home. There he lay for eight and forty hours, in a quiet doze; then arose suddenly, called for food, ate heartily, and seemed, saving his eyesight, as whole and sound as ever. The surgeon bade them get him home to Northam as soon as possible, and he was willing enough to go. So the next day the Vengeance sailed, leaving behind a dozen men to seize and keep in the Queen's name any goods which should be washed up from the wreck.

THE ARCHBISHOP AND GIL BLAS.
[By OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES.]

DON'T think I feel much older; I'm aware
I'm rather grey,

But so are many young folks; I meet 'em Yes-I know such lots of people-but my every day.

memory's not to blame.

I confess I'm more particular in what I eat and What! You think my memory's failing! Why drink;

it's just as bright and clear

But one's taste improves with culture; that is all I remember my great-grandma! She's been dead it means, I think. these sixty year!

Can you read as once you used to? Well, the Is your voice a little trembly? Well it may be printing is so bad,

No young folks' eyes can read it like the books that once we had.

Are you quite as quick of hearing? Please to say
that once again.

Don't I use plain words, your Reverence? Yes,
I often use a cane,

But it's not because I need it-no, I always liked
a stick;

now and then ;

But I write as well as ever with a good oldfashioned pen;

It's the Gillott's makes the trouble-not at all my finger-ends

That is why my hand looks shaky when I sign for dividends.

Don't you stoop a little, walking? It's a way I've always had

And as one might lean upon it, 'tis as well it I have always been round-shouldered ever since I should be thick.

was a lad.

Oh, I'm smart, I'm spry, I'm lively,-I can walk, Don't you hate to tie your shoe-strings? Yes, I yes, that I can,

own it-that is true.

Don't you tell old stories over? I am not aware I do.

On the days I feel like walking, just as well as you, young man ! Don't you get a little sleepy after dinner every Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you day? love a cushioned seat? Well, I doze a little, sometimes, but that always In a corner, by the fireside, with your slippers on was my way. your feet? Don't you cry a little easier than some twenty years Don't you wear warm fleecy flannels? Don't you ago? muffle up your throat?

Well, my heart is very tender, but I think 'twas Don't you like to have one help you when you're always so. putting on your coat?