CHAPTER XVIII.

THE SICK SAILOR--THE STORM--THE LEE-SHORE--"BREAKERS

A-HEAD"--THE YACHT IN DISTRESS--WEATHERING THE STORM

--RETURN TO BERGEN--THE PHYSICIAN--THE WHIRLPOOL--THE

WATER-SPOUT--HOMEWARD BOUND--SCARBOROUGH--YARMOUTH

ROADS--ERITH--GREENWICH HOSPITAL--CONCLUSION.

Whatever might have been my refinement of feeling, I was not deterred

from eating venison for a week afterwards, day by day, and assenting to

its delicious flavour, which, for the satisfaction of the son of

Epicurus who may read these lines, I would state, tasted very strongly

of the moss on which the animal had fed, and comprehended every charming

idea he can form of the term "gamey."

All was hilarity on board; and though the evening wind in passing only

kissed gently the lazy canvass, nothing occurred to mar the serenity of

every face and heart until the afternoon of the day following that on

which we sailed from the village. The sailors had been partaking of

venison as well as ourselves; but there were not those sounds of

joviality incidental to festive occasions, and the silence in the

forecastle attracted our notice. "Talk of the Devil," my ancient

countrywomen say, "and you will be sure to see him;" but though we had

not spoken of his majesty, we certainly alluded to the crew; and

whether D----, their representative, bears any affinity to that mighty

potentate, I have never heard; yet certain it is, the said D----, with a

countenance of ill omen, came into the cabin, and regretting that he

should disturb us at such a time, observed,

"I am afraid, my Lord, King is very bad. He eats nothing, and complains

a good deal."

"Of what does he complain?" asked R----.

"Of a dull pain in his stomach, my Lord," replied D----, "and a

continual desire to retch."

"Oh! it's only a little attack of bile," observed R----; "I will soon

put him to rights."

Rising from his chair, he went to seek his small medicine-chest with

which returning, he placed it on the dinner-table. A few grains of

calomel were weighed; and due directions being given when the physic

should be taken, R---- prepared a black dose for the morrow, and

committed that also to the custody of D----.

"I tell you what it is," said R----, after he had resumed his seat,

"those cherries were too sour, and King, in making love to that girl,

eat nearly the basket-ful; but if men will be fools, they must stand the

brunt of their folly."

"Very true, my Lord," assented D----; "but I think King more ill than

he looks, or says that he is; for he is fond of a drop, my Lord, like

most of us, and that predilection tells when it comes."

"With this still weather," observed R----, "I suppose we cannot hope to

reach Bergen for the next week."

"There is a slight tide, my Lord, the pilot says sets out the Fiord,"

D---- made reply; "and if so, the cutter would hardly take so long to

drift the distance."

"It is nearly one hundred miles?" said R----, interrogatively.

"Nearly, my Lord," answered D----; "but I think the wind is edging round

to the west. Let us see, my Lord;" and D---- turned round, and began to

examine the barometer hanging up behind him, as well as a symparometer.

"It is very odd, my Lord," he continued, after a pause, "but the

barometer is very low, and this symparometer as high as it can well be."

We rose to look at the glasses, and found them as D---- had stated; but

it was not the first time we had observed this variation between the

barometer and symparometer.

"That barometer must be out of order," said R----.

"I never saw this before, my Lord," answered D----, "and it would be

difficult to say which is right, or which is wrong; but you may depend,

my Lord, something is brewing."

We tapped the barometer, and coaxed the symparometer; but all to no

purpose, and they both doggedly retained their relative indications one

to the other. D---- had hitherto been guided entirely by the

symparometer, for it was a very delicate and beautiful instrument, and

never failed in foretelling a shower of rain, or squall of wind. It is

remarkable, that when we got to the north of 60 degrees, the

symparometer acted directly opposite to that plan for which it was

intended; and instead of the declension of the oil being indicative of

bad weather, and its ascension prognostic of fair weather, a direct

contradiction to the movement of the barometer was the result. Let those

who understand the matter account for the fact. The coldness of the

climate could have had no influence, for the temperature differed not

from that of England; and when we were cruising in the latitude of the

Naze, this symparometer was most sensitive and correct in its action.

Perplexed by the position of the two glasses we went on deck, and cast

our eyes to the clear blue firmament, and rested them, ungratified, on

the sharply-marked summits of the mountains. It was now about half-past

ten o'clock, the evening being unusually calm, and its breath sweet with

the smell of flowers, and aroma of the juniper and fir. The sky was

without a stain, except in the west, and there clouds of a dark crimson

tinge clustered, motionlessly, about twenty degrees above the horizon,

and extending from the S.W. to the N.W., looked like a narrow zone of

red-hot iron; but their splendid colour was lessened by being seen

through blacker vapours, that thrown, as a veil of crape, over them,

intercepted our vision.

As the cutter drifted close in to the shore, a great number of filbert

trees were pointed out to us by our pilot; and since the fawn had shown,

the day before, such partiality for the leaves, I rowed the jolly-boat

to land, and commenced plucking as much as the boat would carry. Busy

with my task, I paid no attention to the yacht; but still took it for

granted, that she lay becalmed. A gun fired; and looking up, I saw the

cutter on a port tack, standing across the Fiord; and I knew enough

about sailing to understand, that if I did not make haste, I should be

unable to overtake her when she reached over, on the other tack, to me.

Stowing as many branches of the filbert at the bottom of the boat as it

would hold, I pulled to the yacht; but before I got alongside, the wind

that had freshened, lulled again calmly as ever. The clouds,

nevertheless, to which I have drawn attention, began almost

imperceptibly to move, and the darker ones, breaking into small masses

as they floated towards the zenith, dilated and assumed all kinds of

shapes.

After administering the calomel to King, D---- returned in an hour.

"My Lord," he said, "King is worse. With his hands clasped on his

stomach, he sits writhing with anguish. Listen, my Lord--hear, how he

groans!"

R---- spoke not in answer; but walking to the fore-hatch, descended into

the forecastle, and we followed.

"Where is your principal pain?" asked R----.

"Here,--my Lord,--here," and without altering his position, King pressed

his right hand closer to the pit of his stomach.

"Do you fancy a little brandy?--do you think it will relieve you?"

observed R----.

"No,--my Lord," he replied in a faint voice.

"Keep heart, my man," said R----, placing his hand kindly on King's

shoulder. "He ought to go to bed," he then observed to us; and giving

instructions to the steward, ordered the large berth occupied by P----,

should be prepared. P---- had made the proposal of vacating his cabin;

and in a quarter of an hour, King was put to bed. Striving by every

means in his power to alleviate the pain an honest and faithful servant

was suffering, R---- suggested and tried a variety of remedies, both by

external and internal applications; but in vain. The virulence of the

disease, whatever it was, increased, and its painful intensity exceeding

all endurance, King, with every contortion of body, groaned aloud.

An hour had passed, and the confusion on deck appeared to grow greater

the nearer midnight came. The wind had been rising gradually and

determinedly since we first left the deck, and now had arrived at the

force and recklessness of a strong breeze. Rare, but great drops of rain

struck the deck like lumps of molten lead, and flashes of lightning, yet

without the sound of thunder, brought intelligence of an advancing

storm. From mouth to mouth ran the order of,

"All hands on deck!" and the shuffling feet of men moving up the fore

hatch intimated the promptitude with which the command was treated.

R---- and P---- had already returned to the deck; but I remained below

doing what little offices I could to assuage the anguish of King; and he

seemed to desire my presence for no other service than to give him

water; for during the paroxysms of his complaint, he ceased not saying,

"Water! Sir; water!" and would snatch the glass from me, and drink with

avidity.

I crept on deck to see our situation and that of the vessel. Thick

clouds, black and rolling one over the other in their headlong flight,

overcast the sky, and the stars no longer shone in the firmament. The

mountains that had been so distinctly defined when I looked on them two

hours before, seemed now shapeless mounds of earth swelling towards

Heaven, and adding to the obscurity of night; and when the lightning

gleamed in broad sheets, their great forms hanging over us, had, from

the motion of the vessel, the appearance of falling on us. Every instant

the strength of the wind became mightier, the thunder roared louder, and

before the echo had made response from the nearest mountain-top, the

lightning leaped downward from the zenith into the valleys, and darted,

while it hissed, from tree to tree. The sea began to rise, and the

cutter, that had hitherto lain so placidly on the smooth water, heaved,

and her larger spars creaked to the growing scud.

We had now opened the North Sea, and the pilots were desirous of getting

under an island that lay about two miles from the mouth of the Fiord,

before the gale reached its utmost fury; for by doing so, the vessel

would then be perfectly secure in the quiet waters of another Fiord that

flowed thence to the walls of Bergen. In the effort to accomplish this,

the vessel was exposed to the whole drift of the Northern Ocean; and the

wind having settled down to S.W. by W., blew directly in our faces, and

placed a fearful shore on our lee. Having looked around me, as well as

the pitchy darkness would allow, and ascertaining from the King's Pilot,

as he was called, a seaman as courageous as he was skilful, the

dangerous bearing of the land, and the object he desired to gain, I took

my leave of the deck, and made more room for those who could be

serviceable in the governance of the vessel. A deafening peal of thunder

shook down a second deluge, and driven to seek shelter, R---- and P----

came to the cabin immediately after me.

Taking each a seat on the sofas, we spoke not; and no sounds but the

loud words of command, the noise of men running to and fro over head,

and the cries of King, interfered with the sovereignty of the thunder,

and whistling of the impetuous wind.

Dripping with rain, and out of breath, anxious care sitting on his

whitened lips to watch and thwart each word he would speak with

firmness, D---- hastened down the main companion and addressed himself

to R----.

"My Lord," he said, "the pilots begin to differ: one prays the other to

put back, who persists in beating to windward. The gale increases, and

the land is not two miles from our lee. What had better be done, my

Lord?"

"It is impossible for me to interpose my authority. The safety of the

vessel is in the hands of the two pilots; and what they say must be

obeyed," replied R----.

"But, my Lord, they are at variance," said D----, impressively. "I do

not know the coast, and cannot judge for myself which one is in the

right."

R---- made no answer, but, calling for a glazed coat and cap, went,

accompanied by P----, on deck. Knowing that on all such occasions as

the present, the less crowded the decks are, the more effectually all

orders can be carried out, I lay down on the sofa, and noted all that

was going forward. Worn in nerve and wearied by the distracting uproar

of the elements, and flapping sails, I fell at last into a pleasant mood

of thought, and, lost to everything around me, did not perceive that

King, by some means or the other, had risen from his berth and was in

the cabin, until I heard him groan. Kneeling on the floor, and with his

face buried on the sofa opposite to the one on which I was reclining,

the poor fellow had placed one of the pillows on the side of the sofa,

and was pressing his stomach against it.

"Why, King!" I exclaimed, starting from my lethargy, "What has brought

you here? You should not have left your bed;" but he did not appear to

understand, or hear me. Knowing that he had taken calomel, I took a

blanket and threw it over him lest he should catch cold, for the wind

passed in draughts through the cabin, as it would rush through a funnel.

He looked up, and said,

"Oh! Sir--is it you? Do I disturb you, Sir?"

"No," I replied, "it only disturbs me to see you so ill."

"Thank you, Sir, thank you," he said, and strove to smile; but his

complaint, which appeared to attack him with great anguish at intervals

of a few minutes, altered the expression of his countenance, and with

the most horrible distortions, he shrieked like a maniac. When the pain

abated he was alive to everything; and hearing the thunder, the fury of

the wind and rain, he observed to me,

"What a night, Sir! If I don't die one way, I shall another."

"Don't despond," I answered as cheerfully as I could, "and you will die

neither way."

At this moment R---- and P---- tumbling down the staircase as softly as

the pitching and rolling of the cutter permitted, inquired how King

felt. I told them what I really thought, that the man was dying of some

internal disease of which we were not aware.

"The pilots," said R----, out of King's hearing, "wish now to run back

into the Fiord; but if King is not rallying, I think we had better go

on. We _may_ get through it somehow."

"I am willing," I replied, "to do anything you propose; but I am sure if

we be not at Bergen to-morrow, King will be dead."

"I agree with you," answered P----.

"Very well, then," said R----, "as far as we three are concerned, it's a

bargain."

"It is," we both replied.

"I will now hear what the men say," R---- continued, smiling with his

wonted lively air, "for I can't drown them all without giving them a

little time to pipe to prayers."

Approaching King, he observed, as light-heartedly as the occasion would

give cause,

"Keep up your courage, King; we shall be at Bergen to-morrow morning by

daylight."

"Shall we, my Lord? Thank God!" said the poor fellow solemnly. "But, my

Lord," he went on saying, with a forced smile, "though I am sick, I am a

sailor. I know this channel well, my Lord--it is narrow, full of

blinders, and,--"

"Never mind the blinders," replied R----, with gaiety; "if your

messmates will thrash through them, I will."

"God bless you! my Lord--thank you;" and the sick man took R----'s hand,

and clasped it firmly as the weakness of his condition granted.

Hurrying to the deck, R---- ascertained the feeling of his crew, for I

heard above the loudness of the storm, D---- call to the men,

"What will you do, my sons? Will you go on, or put back? There is danger

a-head; but if we run back, King must die. Which will you do? my Lord

gives you the choice, since your souls are at stake. Will you risk your

lives to save your messmate; or put the helm up, and throw him overboard

at daylight?"

As with one voice, they all shouted,

"We will go on."

I heard the acclamation, and did not think King was well enough to pay

attention to the observations of D----, or the reply of the sailors; but

he must have also heard the shout for he said to me,

"What is that they say, Sir?"

"Only," I replied, "that the men are determined to brave the gale, and

mean to beat round under the lee of the island into the Bergen Fiord."

"It is very good of my Lord," said King in a low voice. "If I live, I

will never forget my Lord's goodness."

I thought I saw him lift his hand to his face and brush away a tear; but

I had persuaded him to lie down on the sofa, and the table, swinging up

and down as the vessel pitched and rolled in the trough of the sea,

obstructed sometimes my view completely. I rose to trim the dull lamp

that burned on the table; and seeing that the blanket had fallen to the

floor I approached King to spread it over him again. Poor fellow! he lay

on his back with his mouth wide open, gasping for breath, and his sunken

closed lids, his ruddy complexion and round face changed to the yellow

hue and emaciation of sickness, made me think that he was dying; and I

placed my hand on his wrist. At my cold touch he opened his eyes, and

groaned. Just then the vessel gave a very heavy lurch, and its violence

forced the door that communicated with the pantry back upon its hinges.

Scarcely had this accident come to pass, than Jacko, whom I had not

seen for some days, taking advantage of it, ran into the main cabin and,

with the curious chirp of the ring-tail monkey, jumped on the restless

table. Perceiving with the quickness of a man, that all was not right,

the little animal looked into my face for inquiry, and then scratched

his side, not from any particular reason, but from habit; and walking on

all fours to the edge of the table nearest to me, stopped, and looked

again as if to probe my humour, and leaped gently on my arm. I was still

standing over King. The monkey peered first at me, and then gaped at

King, wondering why he should be so inert, when activity was so

paramount; and putting his head on one side, chirped, and appeared to be

deliberating about something. Stretching out his neck to have a closer

view, he satisfied himself that he was not in error, but knew the face

before him, however much illness might have changed it; and being a

singular favorite of King, the affectionate creature seemed to

understand the miserable condition of his kind friend, and descending

with the aid of his tail, which he twisted round my arm, he stepped

softly on King's chest. The sick man again opened his heavy eyes, and

seeing what had disturbed him, raised his hand, and feebly stroked the

monkey's glossy back. As long as I live I shall not forget the

expressive despair and love of that little creature. With a low, piteous

chirp, it wormed its small, round head under King's chin, and folded

its left arm as far round his throat as it would go.

"Jacko," said the sailor, so faintly that I could just distinguish the

words he uttered, "I shall--die. Yes!--I must!--yes,--Jacko."

The monkey moved not; but continued chirping, fondling closer to King's

neck, and doubling up his body almost into a ball.

"Oh! Lord!--Sir," exclaimed King suddenly--"here it comes! O! O! O!" and

the convulsion of his limbs and features testified his anguish. Such

expressions of dreadful pain at any other time would have frightened

Jacko out of his wits; but now he merely stood upright on his hind legs

with his diminutive hands placed on King's cheek, and glancing from the

tortured countenance and form of the stricken seaman to my face,

expressed his deep concern by the most melancholy chirrups.

Midnight had come and gone, and the hurricane continued unabated. The

wind blowing with terrific violence caused all commands to be given

through a speaking-trumpet; and the waves broke over the labouring

vessel in such frequent volumes, that they jeopardized the lives of the

men, who, in the excitement and execution of their duty, neglected due

precaution. I have crossed the Atlantic thrice from one hemisphere to

the other, and in a deeply-laden merchant-vessel experienced the anger

of a south-west gale; but my consolation then was to know, that the

sluggish ship had ample sea-room. Now, however, the case was reversed;

and with a storm concentrating the fury of ten others, our little bark

had no breadth of berth to lay to, or length to run in, but was

compelled to accept the alternative of beating against the tremendous

swell of the North Sea that appeared to crowd all its power and

vehemence into the mouth of the Fiord, or be shattered to atoms on the

perpendicular rocks of the mountains, against which the waves dashed

with a roar not less appalling than that of thunder. The intensity of

darkness was complete as that of a wall; for standing a foot abaft the

mast, we could not see the bowsprit end; and one man had no other order

to fulfil but to wait for the flashes of lightning, and mark the

position of the land. I cannot remember any sight either that I have

seen, or fable that I have read, which gave me a more terrible idea of

death than this night; for not only did the elements struggle with each

other to drive us to despair, but the groans and shrieks of a

fellow-creature, as he was being borne on the wings of disease to his

grave, cut off the small ray of cheerfulness that might have crept into

our hearts while standing shoulder to shoulder in contention with the

tempest.

A cry of desperation flew from end to end of the deck, as a vivid gleam

of lightning sped by us, and a tearing noise, like that of a tree whose

trunk, nearly severed by the axe, is rent in two by the weight of its

branches, and falls to the ground. I thought the mast was struck and

shivered by the lightning.

"We are lost!" several voices cried; "the mainsail is split!"

King had fallen into unconsciousness, produced either by the acuteness

of the nerves being nullified by the assaults of disease, or incidental

to that kind of stupor which death casts like a shadow along its path.

Disliking to die like a rat in my hole, I went on deck; and a bright

flash of lightning showed the mainsail ripped from the second reef

earing up to the peak. Though the waves rushed by the vessel with the

velocity of the fleetest steeds, and demolished everything that

obstructed their career, our craft appeared to defy their fury, and

sprung from billow, to billow with the playful airiness of a cork.

"We are lost!" said P----, collectedly, in a low voice, as soon as my

head was visible above the companion.

"No," I replied; "'a live dog is worth a dead lion.' I shall be drowned

when I am three fathoms under water,--not before."

My companions, I think, attached more heartlessness to my careless

manner, and, perhaps, quotation, than I intended; for they made no

answer.

"My Lord," said D----, hurrying up to R----, "we must cut away the

boom!"

"Let it go," answered R----, briefly, and with calmness.

The cutter was luffed up, and above the roar of the sea, as it lashed

and leaped over the bows, D---- shouted,

"Now, my sons, down with the main! and stand by to cut it away."

"Ay, ay, Sir," the men replied, and arranged themselves almost in an

instant in their proper places, just as if they moved by mechanism; and

not a human voice was heard as the different ropes were let go, and the

huge mainsail, flapping furiously, descended towards the deck. The

cutter did not seem to feel the immense weight of the canvass, increased

as it was by the rain; but danced about as buoyantly as ever. In a few

minutes vanished all idea of sending the mainsail adrift, and every

thought was turned to the trysail. Five times the attempt was made to

set it; but the furious blasts of wind, now freighted with hail,

dissipated the strength of our crew with the same facility as the breath

of a man would level a palace of cards. During these repeated efforts to

get the trysail up, which necessarily occupied much time, the cutter had

drifted some way to leeward; and, at last, the man keeping watch on the

bow, exclaimed,

"Breakers! Sir, breakers!"

A dozen of us vociferated at the same moment,

"Where?"

"There they are!" shouted the man; "close on the lee-beam!"

Through the thickness of night the waves were discernible like a heap of

snow, white with foam, and, as if wantoning with each other, jumping

into the air, not fifty fathoms from the yacht. Sailors are brave men;

but when a continuity of danger pursues them, they are apt to despair,

not from any want of physical or moral ability, but from that morbid

impotence which develops itself in their superstitious fancies. The

pilots had not given up the hope of vanquishing the storm, and D----,

who knew the disposition of his countrymen, did not yet dread their

vacillation; but we did. Nothing seemed possible to save us, but the

interposition of Heaven; for the storm-jib and reefed foresail were the

only sails on the cutter, and they were barely sufficient, in such a

sea, to give her steerage way. Every wave that struck the yacht hurled

her near and nearer to the breakers; but the courage of the men

continued indomitable, and promptly, with the most cheerful expressions,

they performed any, the most perilous task allotted to them.

"Ware her, pilot!" D---- called out to the principal pilot. The two

pilots taking up the hint, consulted for an instant, and then that one

to whom D---- had spoken, said,

"Ware ship."

The beautiful little vessel obeyed her helm as willingly as if she were

on a lake; and D---- could not help observing to me, his eyes beaming

with the devotion of a sailor for his ship,

"It's a shame, Sir, to doubt she would ever perform her duty."

Scarcely had the words fallen from his lips, or the cutter wore round,

when the man, who had first seen the breakers, shouted a second time,

like the flying herald of Doomsday,

"There's a vessel going to run us down!"

Every soul ran to the weather side and sought with starting eyes the

object of anticipated destruction. By the gleams of light a native

vessel, with a sole square-sail set, was imperfectly seen bearing down

on our weather bow; and although the wind and sea combined with the

darkness to render our annihilation seemingly inevitable, the crew of

the approaching bark sang, in a long, slow measure, two or three

Norwegian words, and their constant, drawling repetition became

distincter as the vessel, like an ice-berg, tore through the frothing

surge towards us. There stirred not a sound on board our cutter, except

the unceasing exhortation, spoken almost sepulchrally, of the pilot

standing near to the helmsman,

"Stea--dy!--stea--dy!"

Both pilots appeared to have understood the signification of the chant,

for they altered not the course of the cutter, but kept their eyes

fixed, as well as the night admitted, on the huge white sail of the

spectral vessel; and would make no other reply to our questions, but,

"They see us, they see us."

Like the spirit of the storm, the vast sail glided through the black air

above our top-mast, for it was so dark we could not distinguish the hull;

and there was something of mystery and impressive awe, amid the howling

tempest, the roar of thunder, and the flash of lightning, in this slow,

chanting recitation, uttered by a number of voices that seemed to

proceed from the dense obscurity.

It was a vessel from Bergen bound up the Sogne Fiord for timber; and the

crew having seen us buffeted, in such a shattered condition, by the

gale, and perceiving by the rig of the cutter, that she was a foreigner,

humanely bore down to us; and the mystical song of the sailors was a

signal to follow them, which being sung slowly and with unfailing

repetition, outlasted the blasts of wind, and gave us the opportunity of

catching the words as the two vessels rose on the crests of the waves.

Our pilots refused to adopt the counsel given, and run out to sea; for

had they done so, we might have found ourselves by daylight driven half

way to Trondhjem, and the life of King must have been sacrificed.

Neither wind nor sea yielded yet, and we were as stubborn; but had the

trim of the yacht not been true, and her liveliness that of a straw, the

swell would have made a clean breach over her decks, and its pressure

been fatal. At two we got under the lee of the long-desired island. The

trysail that had been partially hoisted was now set properly, and

trusting to the goodness of our cause, guaranteed by the tried

worthiness of our craft, we stretched away from the island, and stood

for Bergen.

Returning to the cabin I found King awake, lying where I had left him.

When he saw me,

"My pain is easier, sir," he said, not more audibly than a whisper; "but

I feel weaker."

"That's your fancy," I answered livelily; but not without the fear that

internal mortification was ensuing. "We have beaten the gale on its own

ground," I proceeded, endeavouring to divert his thoughts, "and are

standing right down the Bergen Fiord."

"It is good of my Lord--very," he replied, and drew a deep sigh; "but--I

shall never see England again. My poor wife!" The tears ran silently

down his sunken cheeks. While the sick man wept, my two friends, with

countenances of joy, entered the cabin.

"Well!" observed one of them, "I thought all was up with us; but it is

now only a tale to tell."

"Yes," the other replied, "neither on sea or shore fail experiments of

the heart; and if we could only land you, King," continued the speaker,

drawing near to the sofa, "three or four hours hence in Bergen, I would

not decline fighting the same battle, ignorant of its chances, again

next week."

The sailor, too sad and ill to speak, smiled through his tears at the

generosity of a youthful spirit. After administering every possible

comfort to King, we lay down to rest; and it seemed that I had hardly

closed my eyes when the grating noise of the cable awoke me. The yacht

was at anchor in Bergen harbour. In less than half an hour a medical man

was on board; and by his order King was immediately wrapped up in

blankets and taken ashore. He was in the last stage of intestinal

inflammation; and an hour more would have sealed his destiny. I need not

say, that for many days life oscillated uncertainly between death and

the vigour of his constitution; but R---- had the good fortune to secure

the services of a most skilful, though young, Norwegian physician. None

of us can speak too highly of the kindness and unhesitating attention of

this gentleman, who combined not only the estimable and generous

disposition of youth with the intellectual attainments of maturer years,

but claimed every accomplishment of manner and attraction of form that

birth and education might have refined and nature alone could give.

So ended the 1st of August, to live in our memories. In the evening we

went to see King. He was so ill, that his medical attendant begged,

while remaining in his bed-room, we would not speak. The poor fellow was

delirious. When we came near to his bed-side, he stared at us; but could

not remember who we were. Sailor, who managed to push his way up stairs,

though we had taken the precaution to leave him out of doors, rushed up

to the bed, and placed his paws on it; but a cuff on the head sent him

to the other end of the room. King seemed to have recognized the dog;

for he rolled his head from side to side on the pillow, as if in

reprobation of the act to keep the animal from him; and although his

left hand lay outside the coverlet, he was so exhausted, having been

bled twice, that he could not stir it; but moved the forefinger,

beckoning the animal to him. At the suggestion of the doctor we stood on

one side, and opened a passage for the dog. The animal crouching in the

farthest corner of the room, hung his head, doubtful of the duty

required of him; but the moment R---- motioned with his hand, the dog in

one bound reached the bed. The wan, vacant countenance of the sufferer,

brightened with the hue and intelligence of health, for he smiled and

moved his lips, though he had not sufficient strength to articulate a

word. The dog sometimes licked his hand, and then with playfulness, took

the moving finger between his teeth, and allowing it to slip from his

mouth, would seize it again; and so, although both were speechless, both

understood each other. At last some sad reflection, the thought perhaps

of home, or the little chance he had more of sharing the affection of

any human thing, as he did now, crossed his mind; for the sick man

closed his eyes, while yet his finger moved as before and the noble

brute still toyed with it, and oozing from under the shut lids, one by

one, the tears ran over, and bathed his temples.

"We shall excite him, doctor," we said in a whisper.

"I think so," he replied; "leave him for the present."

We left the room; but it was with some difficulty we could get the dog

to follow us. The attachment of animals is a common tradition, but I

have never had the opportunity of seeing it so feelingly displayed as

during the illness of King; nor did the rage of the elements, or the

fear of death press heavier on my spirits than the mute love of Sailor

and Jacko touched me deeply. No living creatures could have remembered

with more devotional sincerity the acts of friendship and human

kindness, or demonstrated their grief with greater effect and truth.

Our stay at Bergen was greatly lengthened by the illness of King; for

R---- did not like to leave Norway without being assured of his

ultimate recovery. During our sojourn, the guide, a Swede, whom we had

hired, pointed out the house in which the Marquis of Waterford was

lodged after his encounter with the watchman, when his life was nearly

lost. Borne on their shoulders, the watchmen carry about with them a

long staff, at the end of which is a circular knob full of small spikes

that resemble the rays of a star, on which account the staff is called

the Morning Star; and with one of these astral knobs the noble Lord, in

a scuffle, was struck on the head. The inhabitants of Bergen still

remember the Marquis; and while they condemn the conduct of their

countryman, exalt the character of the young nobleman; and I believe

myself, that the local trade of the town never received before his

arrival, or after his departure, such an impetus as it did from the

liberality and personal expenditure of Lord Waterford. Our guide did

nothing else but talk of him, and laughed till he cried while recounting

the comical freaks of "the sweet man;" or, as he phrased him

vernacularly,

"Manen soett."

The lateness of the season made R---- anxious to quit Norway before the

middle of August; and since King could not, under the most favourable

circumstances, leave his bed before the end of the month, we thought of

our return to England. On the afternoon of the 7th, King being

pronounced entirely out of danger, and, as far as human wisdom could

tell, certain of regaining his former health, we sailed; but R---- left

in the hands of the British Consul a sum of money, to purchase whatever

might be required for King's present use, and future passage to England;

and writing a note which was to be given to him by the Consul, when he

was sufficiently well to read it, R---- told the poor fellow not to be

hurt at our departure; but that we had sailed from Bergen by compulsion,

and not according to the dictates of our own hearts. Promising to touch

at Harwich, and communicate to his wife the tidings of his

convalescence, for we had written to inform her of her husband's

desperate condition, R---- concluded by intimating, that the Consul

would supply him with every luxury he desired, and he was not to

hesitate in the expression of any fancy his sickly state might prompt

him to make. R---- told him, also, to join the yacht at Cowes when he

returned to England. King lived to see the English shores again, and

gratefully, in the blunt, pathetic language of a sailor, to thank his

amiable benefactor. He fills, at this moment, his old post.

Although the afternoon was calm, the cutter dropped rapidly down the

Fiord, until within four miles of the sea. The pilot, one of the most

expert at Bergen, had been very anxious to get the yacht clear from the

land before night-fall, that he might be on his homeward way in good

time; nor were we less desirous of taking our departure before set of

sun. But Fortune seems ever to act towards some men with the sincerest

malice. About half a league, as I have said, from the mouth of this

Fiord, one of many that conducts to Bergen, and on the starboard shore,

is a rock that juts towards the centre of the channel, and forms a small

bay. Mariners know the spot well, and avoid it. The surrounding scenery,

fraught with the natural softness of beauty and severe grandeur of

Norway, resembles most other things that bear, seductively, external

comeliness, and carry an antidote unseen. The bay is a whirlpool. Our

hyperboreal Palinurus was perfectly acquainted with this modern

Charybdis, and used every stratagem of which he was master, to escape

it; but the wind being light, left the cutter to the mercy of the

current. Nearly three hours the yacht did nothing else but revolve, as

if she were fixed on a pivot, and not all the united exertions of the

crew could tow her out of the eddy.

The unhappy pilot stamped his foot every time the cutter took a fresh

whirl, and called his favourite Odin to witness his dilemma; but Odin

paid as much deference to his prayers as Hercules did, of yore, to the

waggoner who got the wheel of his cart in the rut. The cutter wearied

not in her waltz; but, whether she felt the want of a partner, or the

power of the wind, I know not; for when the pilot had lighted his pipe,

and given his soul to its soporific ward, she darted unexpectedly out of

the circling haven, and ceased not in her flight until the first wave of

the Ocean leaped up against her bow with so much rude impetuosity that

her hull staggered under its force, and her gaff-topsail shook with

anger at such lack of gentleness.

Amid a multitudinous salute of "Farvael!" the pilot bundled into his

pram; and even now I see him tossed about, looking the very

configuration of "Gamle Norge."

The sameness of all other seas is not forbidden to this northern one;

and except a more constant repetition of squalls and showers of rain, I

distinguished the great family likeness. The 8th of August passed

pleasantly enough, and for those souls which can absorb the sublimity of

water, and soar to the infinity of space, the scene might have seemed

wondrous in width and height; but the subsequent day, while sitting

below and reading, I heard a tremendous racket on deck, and before I

could exactly arrange the different sounds, the main-sail and

gaff-topsail came to the deck "with a run;" and for aught I knew to the

contrary, but strongly imagined, the gib and foresail followed their

example with like expedition.

"We shall go up in the air, like a balloon!" one of the sailors, with a

twang of horror in his voice, exclaimed.

"Ay, or swamped!" a second suggested, loudly, with dreadful

determination.

"Ay, ay; and the deck's as good as stove in!" growled a third nautical

son of a Shuhite.

I threw the book I had been perusing on the cabin table, and hurried

towards the staircase; but one of my friends met me at the door, and

moving with the same velocity as myself, we came into sharp collision.

He rebounded to the right, and I recoiled to the left hand.

"For God's sake, get out of the way," said he, out of breath, and

recovering his legs as fast as he could.

"What's the matter?" I asked, with much alarm. "Is the vessel on fire,

or what?"

"No;--nothing," replied he, with a wildness of look that foretold

anything but nothing. "Here, steward!" he called out at the top of his

voice,--"Alfred!--Gandy!--cook!"--dismay expanding the sources of

information, and adding loudness to his vociferation--"Where's my gun?"

The steward, Alfred, Gandy, and the cook were busily employed elsewhere,

for they made no reply, and my friend soon found, without their

assistance, what, at first, confusion of mind had hid from his sight.

Breathless, too, with the flushed face and disordered dress of haste and

horror, my other fellow traveller came thundering down the companion,

and the thick shooting-boots he commonly wore clattered the importance

of his approach.

"Gracious heaven!" I exclaimed, "What is all this about? If I am to

be----"

"Where's the powder?" asked he, and brushing by me, like a rocket, to

get across the cabin, brought his shoulder so forcibly in contact with

my chest, that he knocked all the breath out of my lungs, and broke my

second sentence into pieces.

"Where's the powder?" again asked he, his voice ascending in the scale

of articulation.

"How am I to know?" fulminated the one, angrily, loading his gun with

the despatch of an adroit musketeer. "Am I a magazine?"

"No; I know that," said the other, tartly.

"Well; what's the good of baiting a fellow when he's busy," replied the

first decisively.

I could rest no longer in ignorance of my fate, and I scrambled on deck.

The vessel labouring very much in a heavy sea, had not a stitch of

canvass on her, and her bare mast tapered into the air like a cocoa-nut

tree that had been discrowned.

"What is all this?" I said, appealing to one man who had hold of the

tiller, and, with his neck extended like a race-horse, seemed to be

steering as if the greatest way was on the vessel.

"Look there, your Honour," and without removing his eyes from the bow of

the cutter, he pointed the thumb of his left hand over his shoulder. I

turned, and saw, half a mile astern, the cause of all this uproar. But I

had barely a clear conception of what I was looking at, when my

companions with loaded guns reappeared on deck. The triggers clicked,

and I assumed their guns were to be discharged at once, but D---- called

out,

"Not yet; it's too far off."

"Tell us when to fire, then," said my two friends, filing themselves in

that attitude which the reader may have observed in a regiment of

soldiers, when the word is given to "present."

"What!" I cried out, now that I found my senses by the visual

elucidation of the threatened evil;

"What! you don't mean to say you are going to fire with a couple of

fowling pieces at a water-spout?"

"To be sure, Sir," answered D----, giving me a momentary glance that he

ventured to take, clandestinely, from the water-spout. "Don't they fire

guns to break them?"

"Yes," I replied, "people do,--cannon!"

However, I could not get any one to agree with me, that a rifle-ball

would have just as much effect on the dispersion of the huge water-spout

that boiled and waved, like an elastic tower, to and fro with the wind,

and roared in the wake of the yacht, as a sigh would arrest the rotation

of Sirius; and so, placing my life in the custody of Providence, I went

back to my book, and left my companions standing on the poop with guns

presented, and the whole crew with leaping hearts and open mouths

waiting the efficacy of their artillery. I did not hear the discharge of

the two guns; but the water-spout kept them in great trepidation, by

approaching within a hundred yards of the cutter, and then resolving

into its native cloud and water.

The following day the high lands in the vicinity of Whitby in Yorkshire

were seen; and at four o'clock the same afternoon we passed close under

the frowning headland, on which the old ruins of the castle stand. A

south-west wind appearing desirous to treat us with another gale, we

brought up off Scarborough for the night; and notwithstanding the swell

which precluded all other boats from intercourse with the shore, we

managed to reach the land in a gig, and stretched our legs on English

ground again.

Early in the morning P---- left us for London, fearful that the wind

might detain us some time at Scarborough; but five hours after his

departure, at mid-day, with a fresh breeze, we got under weigh; and,

though the wind continued heading us the whole distance, reached

Yarmouth as the clocks in the town were striking eight.

Having made up our minds not to remain more than the night at this

place, the cutter lay in the roadstead.

We must have arrived at a moment of some gaiety, for on a terrace facing

the sea, a band was playing, and all the inhabitants had congregated to

converse and walk. What a contrast to the country from which we had just

come! No man can judge of the superiority of England, whether in the

beauty and elegance of its women, the cleanliness of its towns, the

multiplicity and aptness of its comforts, but he who has wandered in

other parts of the world. Grumblers are domestic; just the same as

spoiled brats cry for the very sake of peevishness, because they know

not the pain of denial. As I have not much more time to speak, I would,

with my last breath, recommend discontented people to travel; but if

they should come back in the same fretful condition, well, let them go

to----Bath;--no further.

At six o'clock on the morning of the 12th of August, we sailed from

Yarmouth, and at a quarter to seven in the evening, the anchor of the

Iris dropped within thirty yards of the pier-head at Erith.

By the first flush of day, taking the early tide, the cutter crept up

the familiar, winding River; and while yet I pondered on the reason why

I should love my own land, with its yellow sky and puffing toil, better

than the pure Heaven and kindly ease of foreign strands, the Hospital of

Greenwich lay within the cast of a stone. The crimson flag was waving on

the western turret, just as it waved in May, and so, with his two wooden

legs projecting at right angles to his body, sat alone, on the same

bench, the lone old pensioner. I seemed to have been sleeping for three

months. I felt sad, and knew not why. How ideal is the reality of life!

and the inexpressive cause of grief is the consciousness of that truth.

The sailors, as they furled the sails, talked of home. The deer and

fawn, ceasing to ruminate, viewed their new country with surprise; but

Jacko going into Sailor's hutch, begged, without doubt, to know if he

might ride through the town on his back; and Greenwich, like Brundusium,

was,

"longae finis chartaeque viaeque."

As all men are not of the same stature, so their minds differ in the

means of accepting knowledge, or entertainment, and to please every one

is a difficult thing. To hope, therefore, that I should afford amusement

to all who read these pages, would be to aspire for that which has not

fallen to the lot of any one; but if out of the incongruity of opinions

I have expressed, be they ever so weak, or opposed to each other,

instruction may be taken, then I shall not have striven without a

result. For me, I have no moral lesson to teach; but by writing, to

repeat what I have witnessed, and by that repetition to impart to others

those things which, sheltered, though of the same world, by a different

sky, and shadowed by other customs, were pleasing to my mind and sight.

My task is done; and, like a dream, is dreamt the recollection of human

things already changed and ever changing. The remembrance of the

interesting country through which I have been travelling shall abide by

me always; for, encouraged by the desire to speak and muse, as I do now,

of the hardy, freely happy, and contented sons of its mountains, I first

learned that no greater blessing could be granted than a life of

honourable industry, and that, pine who might beneath the infliction of

mental or bodily exertion, I had known the exalted destiny of creation

in the effort to be useful. Like an exile turning to take a last glance

at the blue outlines of his native land, I, too, have lingered to look

back; yet the pleasant retrospection of three happy months is at an end;

and I now dream of its delight as one who feels that, in the swift

transition of existence, such peace of mind can never come again.

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to France, during the exile of the British Court.

A New Edition of this interesting work having been long demanded, the

greatest pains have been taken to render it as complete as possible, by

a careful re-examination of the original Manuscript, and by illustrating

it with such annotations as will make the reader more conversant with

the numerous subjects referred to by the Diarist.

"It has been justly observed that as long as Virtue and Science hold

their abode in this island, the memory of Evelyn will be held in the

utmost veneration. Indeed, no change of fashion, no alteration of taste,

no revolution of science, have impaired, or can impair, his celebrity.

The youth who looks forward to an inheritance which he is under no

temptation to increase, will do well to bear the example of Evelyn in

his mind, as containing nothing but what is imitable, and nothing but

what is good. All persons, indeed, may find in his character something

for imitation, but for an English gentleman he is the perfect

model."--_Quarterly Review._

* * * * *

ANECDOTES OF THE ARISTOCRACY,

AND

EPISODES IN ANCESTRAL STORY.

By J. BERNARD BURKE, Esq.,

Author of "The History of the Landed Gentry," "The Peerage and

Baronetage," &c.

SECOND EDITION, 2 vols., post 8vo., 24s. bound.

The memoirs of our great families are replete with details of the most

striking and romantic interest, throwing light on the occurrences of

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important national events. How little of the personal history of the

Aristocracy is generally known, and yet how full of amusement is the

subject! Almost every eminent family has some event connected with its

rise or greatness, some curious tradition interwoven with its annals, or

some calamity casting a gloom over the brilliancy of its achievements,

which cannot fail to attract the attention of that sphere of society to

which this work more particularly refers, and must equally interest the

general reader, with whom, in this country, the records of the higher

classes have always possessed a peculiar attraction. The anecdotes of

the Aristocracy here recorded go far to show that there are more marvels

in real life than in the creations of fiction. Let the reader seek

romance in whatever book, and at whatever period he may, yet nought will

he find to surpass the unexaggerated reality here unfolded.

"Mr. Burke has here given us the most curious incidents, the most

stirring tales, and the most remarkable circumstances connected with the

histories, public and private, of our noble houses and aristocratic

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library, and render them the favourite study of those who are interested

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established fact, read with as much spirit as the tales of Boccaccio, and

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useful knowledge of some chapter of family history, each connected with

one or other of the great houses of the kingdom."--_British Army

Despatch._

"We cannot estimate too highly the interest of Mr. Burke's entertaining

and instructive work. For the curious nature of the details, the

extraordinary anecdotes related, the strange scenes described, it would

be difficult to find a parallel for it. It will be read by every

one."--_Sunday Times._

* * * * *

COMPLETION OF THE

LIVES OF THE QUEENS OF ENGLAND.

BY AGNES STRICKLAND.

DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO HER MAJESTY.

The ELEVENTH and TWELFTH VOLUMES, completing this

interesting Work, being now published, Purchasers are recommended to

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"These volumes have the fascination of a romance united to the integrity

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interesting to all, and more particularly interesting to that portion of

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will be read, by all who are anxious for information. It is a lucid

arrangement of facts, derived, from authentic sources, exhibiting a

combination of industry, learning, judgment, and impartiality, not often

met with in biographers of crowned heads."--_Times._

"This remarkable, this truly great historical work, is now brought to a

conclusion. In this series of biographies, in which the severe truth of

history takes almost the wildness of romance, it is the singular merit

of Miss Strickland that her research has enabled her to throw new light

on many doubtful passages, to bring forth fresh facts, and to render

every portion of our annals which she has described an interesting and

valuable study. She has given a most valuable contribution to the

history of England, and we have no hesitation in affirming that no one

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England.'"--_Morning Herald._

"A most valuable and entertaining work. There is certainly no lady of

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"We must pronounce Miss Strickland beyond all comparison the most

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"Miss Strickland has made a very judicious use of many authentic MS.

authorities not previously collected, and the result is a most

interesting addition to our biographical library."--_Quarterly Review._

"A valuable contribution to historical knowledge. It contains a mass of

every kind of historical matter of interest, which industry and research

could collect. We have derived much entertainment and instruction from

the work."--_Athenaeum._

* * * * *

KING ARTHUR.

BY SIR E. BULWER LYTTON, BART.,

Author of "The New Timon."

Second Edition, 1 vol., post 8vo., 10s. 6d. bound.

"King Arthur aims at relating one of the most fascinating of all

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think, right in believing this to be the least perishable monument of

his genius."--_Edinburgh Review._

"This grand epic of 'King Arthur' must henceforth be ranked amongst our

national masterpieces. In it we behold the crowning achievement of the

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"The great national subject of 'King Arthur,' which Milton for a long

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and wonderful in incident--national through and through--a real plant of

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kind's sake."--_Morning Post._

* * * * *

THE NEW TIMON:

A POETICAL ROMANCE.

FOURTH EDITION, 1 vol., post 8vo., 6s. bound.

"One of the most remarkable poems of the present generation."--_Sun._

* * * * *

THE REV. R. MILMAN'S

LIFE OF TASSO.

2 vols., post 8vo., 21s. bound.

"The present work, from the touching interest of its subject, is likely

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"Mr. Milman's biography is a very good one. The work will find a place

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"A most valuable addition to our literary treasures--fraught with deep

and thrilling interest."--_Morning Post._

"Mr. Milman's Memoir of Tasso is a work of considerable interest;

entering fully into the particulars of the great poet's life, and giving

a general review of his works."--_John Bull._

* * * * *

MEMOIR AND CORRESPONDENCE

OF

SIR ROBERT MURRAY KEITH, K.B.,

_Minister Plenipotentiary at the Courts of Dresden, Copenhagen, and

Vienna, from 1769 to 1793; with_

Biographical Memoirs of Queen Caroline Matilda, Sister of George III.

EDITED BY MRS. GILLESPIE SMYTH.

2 vols., post 8vo., with Portraits, 25s. bound.

Sir Robert Murray Keith, it will be recollected, was one of the ablest

diplomatists of the last century, and held the post of Ambassador at the

Court of Copenhagen, when Caroline Matilda, Queen of Denmark, the

unfortunate sister of George III., was involved in the conspiracy of

Struensee, and was only saved from the severest punishment her

vindictive enemy the Queen Mother could inflict, by the spirited

interposition of the British Ambassador. Sir Robert Keith also for a

long period represented his Sovereign at the Courts of Dresden and

Vienna; and his papers, edited by a member of his family, throw

considerable light on the diplomatic history of the reign of George

III., besides conveying many curious particulars of the great men and

events of the period. Among the variety of interesting documents

comprised in these volumes, will be found--Letters from Frederick, King

of Prussia; Caroline Matilda, Queen of Denmark; Princes Ferdinand of

Brunswick, Kaunitz, and Czartoriski; the Dukes of Cumberland, York,

Queensbury, Montagu, and Newcastle; Lords Stormont, St. Asaph,

Heathfield, Hardwicke, Darlington, Auckland, Apsley, Barrington, Stair;

Counts Bentinck and Rosenberg; Baron Trenck; Field-Marshals Conway and

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&c., &c.

"A large portion of this important and highly interesting work consists

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and abroad, with those of Horace Walpole himself."--_Court Journal._

* * * * *

THE HISTORY OF CIVILISATION,

AND PUBLIC OPINION,

By W. A. MACKINNON, M.P., F.R.S., &c.

Third and Cheaper Edition, 2 vols. 8vo., 21s., bound.

"Mr. Mackinnon's valuable 'History of Civilisation' is a vast repertory

of knowledge that we could wish to see universally circulated throughout

the country, as tending to convey information that is much required, and

of which too many are deficient."--_Morning Herald._

* * * * *

REVELATIONS OF PRINCE TALLEYRAND.

Edited from the Papers of the late M. COLMACHE,

THE PRINCE'S PRIVATE SECRETARY.

Second Edition, 1 volume, post 8vo., with Portrait, 10s. 6d. bound.

"A more interesting work has not issued from the press for many years.

It is in truth a complete Boswell sketch of the greatest diplomatist of

the age."--_Sunday Times._

* * * * *

COLBURN'S AUTHORISED TRANSLATION.

Now ready, Volume 9, price 7s., of

M. A. THIERS' HISTORY

OF

THE CONSULATE AND THE EMPIRE.

A SEQUEL TO HIS HISTORY OF THE FRENCH REVOLUTION.

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Interior, of Finance, of Foreign Affairs, and President of the Council,

M. Thiers has enjoyed facilities beyond the reach of every other

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archives of the state, he had access to diplomatic papers and other

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all the leading characters of the empire, who were alive when the author

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* * * * *

BURKE'S PEERAGE AND BARONETAGE;

CORRECTED THROUGHOUT FROM THE PERSONAL COMMUNICATIONS

OF THE NOBILITY, &c.

In 1 vol. (comprising as much matter as twenty ordinary volumes), with

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"Mr. Burke's 'Peerage and Baronetage' is the most complete, the most

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public."--_Sun._

* * * * *

DIARY AND MEMOIRS OF SOPHIA DOROTHEA,

CONSORT OF GEORGE I.

Now first published from the Originals.

Cheaper Edition, 2 vols., 8vo., with Portrait, 21s. bound.

"A work abounding in the romance of real life."--_Messenger._

"A book of marvellous revelations, establishing beyond all doubt the

perfect innocence of the beautiful, highly-gifted, and inhumanly-treated

Sophia Dorothea."--_Naval and Military Gazette._

* * * * *

LETTERS OF MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS.

Edited, with an Historical Introduction and Notes,

By AGNES STRICKLAND.

Cheaper Edition, with numerous Additions, uniform with Miss Strickland's

"Lives of the Queens of England." 2 vols., post 8vo., with Portrait,

&c., 21s. bound.

"The best collection of authentic memorials relative to the Queen of

Scots that has ever appeared."--_Morning Chronicle._

* * * * *

MEMOIRS OF MADEMOISELLE DE MONTPENSIER.

Written by HERSELF.

3 volumes, post 8vo., with Portrait.

"One of the most delightful and deeply-interesting works we have read

for a long time."--_Weekly Chronicle._

* * * * *

LADY BLESSINGTON'S JOURNAL

OF HER CONVERSATIONS WITH LORD BYRON.

Cheaper Edition, in 8vo., embellished with Portraits of Lady

Blessington and Lord Byron, price only 7s. bound.

"The best thing that has been written on Lord Byron."--_Spectator._

"Universally acknowledged to be delightful."--_Athenaeum._

* * * * *

NARRATIVE

OF

AN OVERLAND JOURNEY ROUND THE WORLD,

By SIR GEORGE SIMPSON,

_Governor-in-Chief of the Hudson's Bay Company's Territories in

North America._

2 vols., 8vo., with Map, &c., 31s. 6d. bound.

"A more valuable or instructive work, or one more full of perilous

adventure and heroic enterprise, we have never met with."--_John Bull._

"It deserves to be a standard work in all libraries, and it will become

so."--_Messenger._

"The countries of which this work gives us a new knowledge are probably

destined to act with great power on our interests, some as the rivals of

our commerce, some as the depots of our manufactures, and some as the

recipients of that overflow of population which Europe is now pouring out

from all her fields on the open wilderness of the world."--_Blackwood's

Magazine._

* * * * *

MR. ROSS' YACHT VOYAGE

TO

DENMARK, NORWAY, AND SWEDEN,

IN LORD RODNEY'S CUTTER "THE IRIS."

Second Edition, 1 vol., 10s. 6d. bound.

"There is not a sporting man in the country who could peruse these

volumes without deriving a considerable amount of pleasure and profit

from their pages. No one should think of visiting Norway, Denmark, or

Sweden, without consulting them."--_Era._

* * * * *

FIVE YEARS IN KAFFIRLAND:

WITH SKETCHES OF

THE LATE WAR IN THAT COUNTRY.

By MRS. HARRIET WARD

(WIFE OF CAPTAIN WARD, 91ST REGIMENT).

Second Edition, 2 vols., post 8vo., with Portraits of Col. Somerset, the

Kaffir Chief Sandilla, &c., 21s. bound.

"Mrs. Ward's narrative is one of deep interest, full of exciting

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traveller."--_Sunday Times._

"The fullest, clearest, and most impartial account of the Cape of Good

Hope and of the recent war, that has yet come before the

public."--_Naval and Military Gazette._

* * * * *

THE CRESCENT AND THE CROSS;

OR,

ROMANCE AND REALITIES OF EASTERN TRAVEL.

By ELIOT B. G. WARBURTON, Esq.

SEVENTH EDITION, 2 vols., with numerous Illustrations, 21s. bound.

"Independently of its value as an original narrative, and its useful and

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and play of fancy with which its descriptions are enlivened. Among its

greatest and most lasting charms is its reverent and serious

spirit."--_Quarterly Review._

"We could not recommend a better book as a travelling

companion."--_United Service Magazine._

* * * * *

HOCHELAGA;

OR,

ENGLAND IN THE NEW WORLD.

Edited by ELIOT WARBURTON, Esq.,

Author of "The Crescent and the Cross."

THIRD EDITION, 2 vols., post 8vo., with Illustrations, 21s. bound.

"We recommend 'Hochelaga' most heartily, in case any of our readers may

as yet be unacquainted with it."--_Quarterly Review._

"This work has already reached a third edition. We shall be surprised if

it do not go through many. It possesses almost every qualification of a

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carefully collected and judiciously communicated--sound and enlarged

views of important questions--a hearty and generous love of country--and

the whole pervaded by a refined but sometimes caustic humour, which

imparts a constant attraction to its pages. We can cordially recommend

it to our readers, as well for the amusement of its lighter portions,

the vivid brilliancy of its descriptions, and the solid information it

contains respecting Canada, and the position generally of England in the

new world."--_John Bull._

* * * * *

LORD LINDSAY'S LETTERS ON THE HOLY LAND.

FOURTH EDITION, revised and corrected, 1 vol., post 8vo., 7s. 6d. bound.

"Lord Lindsay has felt and recorded what he saw with the wisdom of a

philosopher, and the faith of an enlightened Christian."--_Quarterly

Review._

* * * * *

SIR JAMES ALEXANDER'S ACADIE;

OR, SEVEN YEARS' EXPLORATION OF CANADA, &c.

2 vols., post 8vo., with numerous Illustrations, 21s. bound.

"Replete with valuable information on Canada for the English settler,

the English soldier, and the English Government; with various charms of

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Chronicle._

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present volume in the variety and interest of his narrative."--_John

Bull._

* * * * *

STORY OF THE PENINSULAR WAR.

A COMPANION VOLUME TO MR. GLEIG'S

"STORY OF THE BATTLE OF WATERLOO."

With six Portraits and Map, 7s. 6d. bound.

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French from the Peninsula."--_United Service Gazette._

* * * * *

LADY LISTER KAYE'S BRITISH HOMES

AND FOREIGN WANDERINGS.

2 vols., post 8vo., 21s. bound.

"Unrivalled as these volumes are, considered as portfolios of

aristocratic sketches, they are not less interesting on account of the

romantic history with which the sketches are interwoven."--_John Bull._

* * * * *

THE NEMESIS IN CHINA;

COMPRISING A COMPLETE

HISTORY OF THE WAR IN THAT COUNTRY;

_With a Particular Account of the Colony of Hong Kong._

From Notes of Captain W. H. HALL. R.N., and Personal Observations

by W. D. BERNARD, Esq., A.M., Oxon.

CHEAPER EDITION, with a new Introduction, 1 vol., with Maps

and Plates, 10s. 6d. bound.

"Capt. Hall's narrative of the services of the _Nemesis_ is full of

interest, and will, we are sure, be valuable hereafter, as affording

most curious materials for the history of steam navigation."--_Quarterly

Review._

"A work which will take its place beside that of Captain Cook."--_Weekly

Chronicle._

* * * * *

ADVENTURES OF A GOLDFINDER.

WRITTEN BY HIMSELF.

3 vols., post 8vo.

"What is here?

Gold? yellow, glittering, precious gold?"

_Timon of Athens._

* * * * *

MR. DISRAELI'S CONINGSBY.

CHEAP STANDARD EDITION, WITH A NEW PREFACE.

In 1 vol., with Portrait, 6s. bound.

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moderate means. Coningsby has passed from the popularity of a season to

an enduring reputation as a standard work. It is not merely as a novel,

however, that Coningsby is interesting, but as a popular exposition of

the author's political ideas. It is a valuable contribution to popular

literature."--_Weekly Chronicle._

* * * * *

A NEW SYSTEM OF GEOLOGY.

BY THE

VERY REV. WILLIAM COCKBURN, D.D., DEAN OF YORK.

Dedicated to Professor Sedgwick.

Small 8vo., price 3s. 6d.

* * * * *

ZOOLOGICAL RECREATIONS.

By W. J. BRODERIP, Esq., F.R.S.

CHEAPER EDITION, 1 vol., post 8vo., 7s. 6d. bound.

"We believe we do not exaggerate in saying that, since the publication

of White's 'Natural History of Selborne,' and of the 'Introduction to

Entomology,' by Kirby and Spence, no work in our language is better

calculated than the 'Zoological Recreations' to fulfil the avowed aim of

its author--to furnish a hand-book which may cherish or awaken a love

for natural history."--_Quarterly Review._

* * * * *

THE OLD JUDGE; OR, LIFE IN A COLONY.

By the Author of "Sam Slick, the Clockmaker;" &c.

2 vols., post 8vo., 21s. bound.

"These volumes are redolent of the hearty fun and strong masculine sense

of our old friend Sam Slick. The last work of Mr. Haliburton is quite

equal to the first. Every page of the 'Old Judge' is alive with rapid,

fresh sketches of character; droll, quaint, racy sayings; good-humoured

practical jokes; and capitally told anecdotes."--_Morning Chronicle._

* * * * *

ADVENTURES OF A GREEK LADY,

THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE LATE QUEEN CAROLINE.

WRITTEN BY HERSELF. 2 vols., post 8vo., 21s. bound.

"The chief interest of this more than ordinarily interesting book lies

in the notices it furnishes of the unfortunate Queen Caroline. From the

close of 1814 till Her Royal Highness's return to England the author was

never absent from her for a single day. All is humourously and artlessly

told, and the plain truth finds its way at once to the reader's heart

and feelings."--_Court Journal._

* * * * *

POPULAR NEW NOVELS AND ROMANCES.

* * * * *

THE WILMINGTONS.

By the Author of "Emilia Wyndham,"

"Mordaunt Hall," &c. 3 vols.

"It argues well for the character of a people when, in their popular

literature, the good is ever found in association with the beautiful:

and we regard the eminent success of this author's works as a very

favourable attestation of the soundness of our public opinion. The

author is indisputably a writer of true genius and of great power, but

is also one who dedicates high endowments to the service of Him who has

given them. The popularity of such a writer is creditable to a

people--the productions of such a writer must necessarily exert a

beneficial influence over a people prepared to prize them. They all bear

the impress of sterling English morality--all minister to generous

emotions, generous scorn of what is base, generous admiration of

excellence; and all inculcate respect for principle, by which emotions

ought to be governed--all minister to the exaltation of

justice."--Dublin University Magazine.

* * * * *

PRIDE AND IRRESOLUTION.

By the Author of

"THE DISCIPLINE OF LIFE."

3 volumes.

* * * * *

LEONARD NORMANDALE;

OR, THE THREE BROTHERS.

BY THE HON. C. STUART SAVILE.

3 volumes.

* * * * *

THE PETREL.

A TALE OF THE SEA.

By a Naval Officer. 3 vols.

"The best nautical novel which has appeared for a long time. It cannot

fail to remind the reader of the best tales of Captain Marryat."

--Britannia.

"This story possesses an attraction which is all engrossing. Admiral

Fisher has proved by this tale that he can use his pen with no

contemptible skill."--Dispatch.

* * * * *

ERNEST VANE.

BY ALEX. BAILLIE COCHRANE, M.P.

2 volumes.

"'Ernest Vane' is of high merit as a production of genius. The work is

in parts, surpassing beautiful. It is rich in imagery, almost

exhaustless in observation. It deals with passion in its intensity, and

not unseldom penetrates the darkest recesses of the human heart. Its

pages abound with brilliancy of thought and depth of feeling."--Morning

Post.

* * * * *

SIN AND SORROW.

A TALE.

2 vols. (just ready.)

* * * * *

PASSAGES IN THE LIFE OF

Mrs. MARGARET MAITLAND,

OF SUNNYSIDE.

Written by herself. 3 vols.

"The most gratifying work of its class since the great delineator of

Scottish manners ceased to exist."--Tait's Magazine.

"This work has given us much pleasure. Mrs. Maitland might claim

cousinship with the Rev. Micah Balwhidder."--Athenaeum.

"Our readers will enjoy this work--its genuine nationality of tone and

sentiment, its refined and poetic homeliness, and its strokes of quiet

humour. The author may be described as a refined or feminine Galt. In

the pathetic element we are not unfrequently reminded of Wilson's

'Lights and Shadows.'"--Scotsman.

* * * * *

THE MAID OF ORLEANS.

By the Author of "Whitefriars," "Owen Tudor," &c. 3 vols.

"An excellent novel. The character of the 'Maid of Orleans' is drawn

with a glow and fervour, a mixture of elevation and simplicity, which

are alike powerful and attractive."--Athenaeum.

"A romance of surpassing interest, rarely equalled for vigour,

brilliancy, pathos, and dignity of style."--Weekly Chronicle.

* * * * *

The OLD WORLD and the NEW.

BY MRS. TROLLOPE. 3 vols.

"In all respects one of the very cleverest and interesting novels of the

day."--Herald.

"A very clever novel, presenting in marked contrast the 'Old World and

the New' during the eventful epoch out of which we are emerging."--Post.

* * * * *

ROCKINGHAM;

OR, THE YOUNGER BROTHER.

Second Edition. 3 vols.

"We beg to call our readers' attention to 'Rockingham; or, the Younger

Brother,' a book which, from internal evidence, must have been written

by a person constantly mingling in the highest English society. The work

abounds in interest, and, indeed, we should be at a loss to name another

recent novel that shows anything like the same power of painting strong

passion."--Quarterly Review.

* * * * *

THE MIDNIGHT SUN.

BY FREDRIKA BREMER.

Translated by Mary Howitt. 1 vol. 10s. 6d.

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THE HALL & THE HAMLET.

BY WILLIAM HOWITT.

Cheaper Edition. 2 vols., 12s. bound.

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| Typographical errors corrected in the text: |

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| Page vii Faede changed to Faedde |

| Page 1 sympathize changed to sympathise |

| Page 12 galf-topsail changed to gaff-topsail |

| Page 13 horison changed to horizon |

| Page 41 ecstacies changed to ecstasies |

| Page 42 held changed to help |

| Page 46 underweigh changed to under weigh |

| Page 49 haliard changed to halliard |

| Page 50 profitting changed to profiting |

| Page 61 cruize changed to cruise |

| Page 76 mareschino changed to maraschino |

| Page 86 Fredrickshavn changed to Fredrikshavn |

| Page 87 rivetted changed to riveted |

| Page 102 pannel changed to panel |

| Page 109 Thorwalsden changed to Thorwaldsen |

| Page 140 attentention changed to attention |

| Page 142 villanously changed to villainously |

| Page 187 wordly changed to worldly |

| Page 202 hullabulloo changed to hullabaloo |

| Page 261 mackaw's changed to macaw's |

| Page 292 paralized changed to paralyzed |

| Page 292 lymb changed to limb |

| Page 299 moskitoes changed to mosquitoes |

| Page 330 geting changed to getting |

| Page 330 merschaums changed to meerschaums |

| Page 400 cruizing changed to cruising |

| Page 438 Boccacio changed to Boccaccio |

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| Pages 183-186 quotation marks confirmed as in |

| original text |

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