LETTER LVI

_Anna Wenbourne St. Ives to Louisa Clifton_

_London, Grosvenor Street_

What strange perversity of accidents is it, Louisa, that has made me

most deeply indebted to that man, above all others on the face of the

earth, who thinks I have treated him unjustly? We are under fresh

obligations, nay in all probability we again owe our lives to Frank

Henley.

We left Paris on Sunday last; and, after waiting a day and a night for

a fair wind at Calais, we embarked on board the packet-boat; the wind

still continuing unfavourable, though it had changed a little for the

better. The channel was very rough, and the water ran high, when we

went on board. Sir Arthur would willingly have retreated; but Clifton

was too impatient, and prevailed on him to venture.

Before we had reached the middle of the channel, Laura, Sir Arthur, and

soon afterward I, were very sea-sick. It is a most disagreeable

sensation when violent, and would certainly be more effectual in

rendering a coward fearless of death than the dying sentiments of

Seneca, or Socrates himself.

The wind increased, and the captain laboured several hours, but in

vain, to make the port of Dover. He at last told us we were too late

for the tide, and that the current set against us, and must drive us

down to Deal. We proceeded accordingly, and it was dark before we came

within sight of the town of Deal; where the captain, in the sea phrase,

was obliged to come to an anchor.

The Deal boatmen, who are always on the watch, and are the most noted

as we are told on the whole coast for their extortion, soon came up to

the ship, inviting us to be put on shore, but refusing to take us for

less than ten guineas. Frank and Sir Arthur were desirous that we

should not be imposed upon; but Clifton pleaded my sea sickness, and

would not listen to any proposal of delay. He is very peremptory, when

his passions are excited; and especially when he conceives, as he then

did, that reason is on his side. There were three boats; but they had

agreed among themselves, and two of them kept aloof. This we are told

is their common practice, that they may not spoil their market by

competitorship.

We were not above a mile from shore: Clifton however agreed to their

extravagant demand, and we went into the boat.

We had not been there many minutes before we perceived that the five

boatmen, who managed it, were all in liquor, especially he who seemed

to be their head man; and that we were much more at the mercy of winds

and waves, in our present than in our former situation. Clifton and

Frank endeavoured to make them attentive, by reproving them; and

probably did some good; though the answers they received, in the rugged

vulgar idiom of the sea, were not very conciliatory. We were much

tossed by the roughness of the water, but made however toward the

shore, though evidently in an awkward and dangerous way.

Most part of the beach, at Deal, is excessively steep; and, when the

weather is stormy, the waves break against it very abruptly, and

dangerously to boats which are managed by men that are either ignorant

or have drunken away their senses. When the boat approached the beach,

the man at the helm, being stupid and it being dark, did not do his

duty, and the side of the boat was dashed against the beach. The shock

almost overset the boat, and it was half filled by the wave which broke

over it. The water is always a fickle and perilous element; but in an

agitated sea, when the winds howl and the waves roar, foam, dash,

retreat, and return with additional threats and raging, it is then

truly terrific! I shall never forget that night! I think on it even now

with horror! One of those poor drunken creatures, Louisa, was in an

instant washed overboard and lost; almost without a cry; not heard, not

aided, scarcely remarked; no attempt made to save him, for all attempt

was absolutely impossible: we were within a few yards of land, yet were

ourselves almost certain of perishing. The remaining men were little

better than helpless; for it was the most active of them who was thus

miserably drowned!--Indeed, Louisa, it was dreadful!

The reflux of the water was in half a minute likely to be equally

violent. Frank, whose presence of mind never forsakes him, saw what the

nature of our danger was; and, shaking off poor Laura, who clung round

him, begging of him for God's sake to save her precious life, he flew

to the helm, turned the head of the boat in its proper direction, and

called with that imperious kind of voice which on such occasions

enforces obedience, for somebody to come to the helm. Clifton was there

in an instant. Keep it, said Frank, in this position.

Every motion was necessarily rapid. Frank was immediately out of the

boat, and almost up to the shoulders in the sea. He caught hold of the

side of the boat, retreated a step or two, set his feet against the

steep beach, and steadied it, to resist the returning wave. It had no

sooner retreated than he called to me, took me in his arms, and in a

moment I found myself in safety on shore!

He returned and brought my father next!

Poor Laura shrieked, with fear and impatience! She was the third whom

he landed.

He then ordered the boatmen to take care of themselves; and, drunk and

refractory though they were, they did not neglect to obey the mandate.

After which Clifton, leaving the helm, jumped into the water, the

servants having gone before, and we all found ourselves safe, after

some of us had concluded we were lost beyond redemption.

Our peril appears to have been wholly owing to the inebriety of the

boatmen; for, had they been able to do their duty, there would have

been none, or certainly very little: and it was averted by the active

and penetrating mind of Frank, which seems as if it were most accurate

and determined, in its conclusions and expedients, in proportion to the

greatness of the danger, when common minds would be wholly confused and

impotent.

Clifton, though he did not so immediately perceive what was best to be

done, saw the propriety of it when doing, and immediately assented, and

aided, by keeping the boat in the position Frank directed, almost as

essentially as his co-adjutor. I am more and more convinced it is

accident only that has kept him from possessing one of the most

enlarged of human understandings. But I must likewise allow that this

said accident has rendered him petulant, impatient of contradiction,

too precipitate to be always aware of mistake, and too positive to be

easily governed. But these are habitual errors, which time and care

will cure.

I must add too that his affection for me displays itself in a thousand

various forms. He is apparently never satisfied, except when it is

exercised to give or procure me pleasure. I know not whether the

passion, which infuses itself into all his words and actions that

relate to me, ought to inspire all that sympathetic sensibility which

he intends; but I own it sometimes alarms me. His ardour is

astonishing. He seems to wish, and even to design, to make it

irresistible. Yet it is mingled with such excess of tenderness that I

have half lost the power of repressing it.

But I must not, no, I will not, stand in awe of his impetuosity. Ardour

is a noble quality, and my study shall be how to turn it to his

advantage. The more I look round me the more I perceive that fear

enfeebles, withers, and consumes the powers of mind. Those who would

nobly do must nobly dare. Rash people, perhaps, are those who feel the

truth of this principle so strongly that they forget it is necessary

not only to dare, but to discover the best method of daring.

Clifton now avoids argument, and appears systematically determined to

be of my opinion; or rather to say as I say. The only opposition he

affords is now and then a witty, sarcastic, or humorous reply. But he

is generally successful in his continual attempts to give the

conversation a new turn, when his favourite opinions are opposed: for I

do not think it wise to obtrude too many painful contradictions upon

him at a time. Truth must be progressive. Like a flash of lightning, it

stuns or kills by excess.

Clifton will not long suffer me to rest, now we are returned; and

consequently my dear Louisa may soon expect another letter from her

most affectionate.

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