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the neighbourhood boasted, he had made a very prosperous voyage to the ball
, and was now very speedily in sailing trim to gallop back to the port, where his shipmates and brother officers were to rendezvous and get on board. Whether it was to avoid the vindictive banter of the chaplain, who was also on horseback of course, going the same road; or whether to shew the superior mettle of his charger, by taking a more circuitous route; or whether from some undefinable romantic whim, which young gentlemen are extremely susceptible of, after a pleasant evening spent in the society of some agreeable young lady, it is not worth while to consider; certain it is, that he weighed anchor without signal, put his helm a-lee, crowded all sail, and steered his course down the winding banks of the river, leaving the chaplain to wend the more direct high-ways and bye-ways alone, and chew the cud of his evening's mortification.
This world is a large lottery wheel, from which prizes and blanks issue promiscuously, as it wbirls; many a struggle made with the full effort of heart and spirit, proves a failure; while actions the most wanton and extravagant, not unfrequently promote our happiness and success : so tended the wild and unreasonable excursion of Edmund Fortescue, who galloping with all possible fleetness along the river's margin, soon came in sight of Sir Bernard's family coach, plethoric coachman, and steady-paced dapple greys, The river Exe, on quitting the city, suddenly expands to a considerable width, and its waters assume much maratime importance: for a long distance, the road to Dawlish is, or used to be, along the shelving strand, subject to the estuation of the tide; on this occasion, the flood had set in so whelmingly, under the influence of a strong south-wester, that the ordinary boundaries of the river were speedily overleaped, the carriage-way deluged, and the unbridled waters defied the plunging of the well-reined dapple greys, and baffled the skill of the experienced coachman. In a few minutes after the first rush of the billowy stream, the horses lost their footing, which extinguished all hope of backing, or turning the vehicle to run from danger. The coach next lost its gravitation; wanting due ballast, rolled upon its side; and was towed by the affrighted horses towards the middle of the current, at this place nearly a mile in breadth. Arabella's voice reached the acute ear of the young sailor, almost as soon as his
eye saw her danger : he spurred his steed up the bank of the river, urged him still more vehemently along the narrow ridge above, which in a tranquil moment might have been deemed impassable, reached in a few seconds the spot where the carriage had been drifted, sprung from his saddle amidst the waves, and soon reached the crazy ark, in which the elect of his hopes lay perilled upon the angry waters. He was an excellent swimmer, and this was an occasion to call forth the utmost extent of his skill, presence of mind, and personal vigour : losing a few seconds in a
fruitless attempt to right the coach, by clinging to the uppermost window, he perceived that Sir Bernard was sustaining his daughter above the water, which momentarily increased within ; he then swam to the horses' heads, caught the near rein between his teeth, and pushing boldly on with the current, succeeded in biasing the unwieldy mass towards a projecting bank or causeway, that still appeared above the swollen stream; they reached it--the animals regained their foothold, and the carriage was dragged on its side upon dry land, just as the accumulated water within seemed to have consigned it to the bottom. The horses exhausted with terror and such unaccustomed fatigue, were easily checked; and Sir Bernard, who in the last extremity had forced open the coach door, and succeeded in drawing his child to the outside, now breathing a thousand benedictions, handed her into the arms of their deliverer, who bore her with a glowing heart to a place of shelter and safety.
(To be continued.)
BY LIEUT. G, H. WOOD.
The still earth, wrapt in her snowy shroud,
Like beauty in death, lies sleeping:
Looks down like a mourner weeping:
And on the earth's pure breast of snow,
The sparkling gems are shining;
O'er one in death reclining
Yet soon shall this scene, that sleeps in death,
With its snowy shroud around it,
From the icy bonds that bound it;
Meet type of the blest millenial day,
When this world of woe and sadness,
Shall wake to joy and gladness :
CLEVELAND; OR, THE MAN OF PRINCIPLE.
IMMEDIATELY on the departure of Miss Mortimer, Cleveland determined to seize the opportunity of speaking to his mother. They were left together, till Miss Avondale entered, who took up a volume that was upon the table, and quickly seemed absorbed in it. Cleveland felt himself for some time quite unequal to the task of venturing upon the subject he was about to speak on; but at length, walking up to his mother, and taking her hand most affectionately, he kissed it. “ If there is any one subject, my dearest mother, that I feel unwilling to enter upon with you, it is because my heart aches with anguish when we differ; yet I must indeed be blind to all surrounding objects, if I appeared ignorant of what your wishes are, how anxiously they are bent on promoting a union between me and one for whom I can never hold a single affectionate thought : pardon me, if I hope you are now convinced how unhappy my life would be rendered by such a connexion."
Lady Mary replied, "Certainly there were some unanswerable objections that might be made, in consequence of the unfortunate disposition of Miss Mortimer, but that time, good society, and the affections of a husband, if they could not obviate these passions, would materially diminish their violence; but the principal pleasure she should derive from such a marriage would be, that it would induce him to shake off the connexions he had formed, amongst those for whom she could entertain neither friendship nor regard."
Cleveland bowed, and said, “Those connexions I cannot give up but with my life: they form the principal source of my happiness; they are founded on the purest and most honourable basis.”
“ But,” replied Lady Mary, “ they are and they ever must be a source of the bitterest regret to me. I had anticipated very different pursuits: you might have commanded all that sense could dictate, that ambition might devise, or that honour might justify; but
you have disappointed a mother's fondest hopes, and left her friends, to associate with those whose only aim it was to gain the talents and assistance of a young and able man, without care whether he fulfilled the duties of life or abandoned his parent.” This was spoken with a tone of bitter sarcasm, and evidently hurt Cleveland much.
As soon, however, as he had recovered the shock, he regretted in mild and conciliating language, the utter impossibility of leaving