As he was just without the door, I drew him back,--and turn'd the key.--

Come hither, Sir;--Come hither, Mr. Morgan:--I have something of

importance to communicate.

D----n ye, Captain, what's the matter now? (staring.)--I'll hear no more

bad news:--upon my soul, I'll run out of it (attempting to open the

door).

Hold, Sir; why this impatience?--Miss Powis _lives!_--Will you run from

me now?--Miss Powis _lives!_--With that he sent forth a horrid

noise;--something betwixt howling and screaming.--It reach'd the

dressing-room, as well it might:--had the wind sat that way, I question

if the village would not have been alarm'd.--Down ran Sir James and Mr.

Powis into the library;--out jump'd Mr. Morgan.--I held up my hand for

him to retreat:--he disregarding the caution, I follow'd.--Sir James was

inquiring of a servant whence the noise had proceeded.

It was I, said Mr. Morgan, rubbing his sides, and expressing the

agitation of joy by dumb shew;--it was I, beating one of my damn'd dogs

for running up stairs.

If that is all, said Mr. Powis,--let us return to my mother and wife,

who are much hurried.--Away we went together, and the affair of the dog

pass'd very well on the Ladies.

I sat musing for some moments how to introduce the event my heart

labour'd to give up.--_Every_ sigh that escap'd,--_every_ sorrowful look

that was interchang'd, I _now_ plac'd to my own account, because in _my_

power to reverse the scene.

Addressing myself to Mr. Powis, I ask'd if he knew Lord Darcey's servant

was below.--He shook his head;--No, he answer'd.--Then it is all _over_,

Risby, I suppose in a low voice?--I hardly wish for his _own_ sake he

may recover:--for _ours_, it would be selfish.

He was not worse, I reply'd:--there was hope,--great hope he would do

well.

Blessings attend him! cried Mrs. Powis.--tears starting afresh to her

swoln eyes;--then you really think, Mr. Risby, he may recover?

If he does, Madam, return'd! he is flatter'd into life.--Flatter'd! said

Mr. Powis eagerly;--how flatter'd?

Why, continued I, he has been told some persons are sav'd from the

wreck.

Up they all started, surrounding me on every side:--there seem'd but one

voice, yet each ask'd if I credited the report.

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