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a dreadful roaring, which evidently did not
proceed from the waves around us; but the
atmosphere being very hazy, we were unable
to ascertain the cause of it for a long time.
At length we distinguished a range of high
cliffs, against which the sea beat with terrible
fury. Whenever the surge broke upon them,
large jets of foam started up to a great height,
and flashed angrily over their black and rugged
surfaces, while the wind moaned and whistled
with fearful capriceamong the projecting points
of rock. A dense mist covered the upper part



of the cliffs, and prevented us from seeing if
there were any houses upon their summits,
though this point appeared of little importance,
for we drifted towards the shore so fast that
immediate death seemed inevitable.

We soon felt our vessel bound twice against
the sand, and, in a little time after, a heavy
sea carried her up the beach, where she remained i
imbedded and hard aground. During the
ebb of the waves there was not more than two
feet of water round her bows. I immediately
perceived this, and watching a favourable op-
portunity, swung myself down to the beach,
by means of part of the cable that projected
through the hawse-hole. I began to run to-
wards the cliffs the moment my feet touched
the ground, and Anger.stoff attempted to follow
me, that he might prevent my escape; but,
while in the act of descending from the vessel,
the sea flowed in with such violence, that
he was obliged to spring on board again to
save himself from being overwhelmed by its

I hurried on and began to climb up the rocks,
Avhich were very steep and slippery; but I soon
grew breathless from fatigue, and found it
necessary to stop. It was now almost dark,
and when I looked around I neither saw any-
thing distinctly, nor could form the least idea
how far I had still to ascend before I reached
the top of the cliffs. I knew not which way
to turn my steps, and remained irresolute till
the barking of a dog faintly struck my ear.
I joyfully followed the sound, and, after an
hour of perilous exertion, discovered a light
at some distance, which I soon found to proceed
from the window of a small hut.

After I had knocked repeatedly, the door
was opened by an old man, with a lamp in his
hand. He started back on seeing me, for my
dress was wet and disordered, my face and
hands had been wounded while scrambling
among the rocks, and fatigue and terror had
given me a wan and agitated look. I entered
the house, the inmates of which were a woman
and a boy, and having seated myself near the
fire, related to my host all that had occurred
on board the floating beacon, and then requested
him to accompany me down to the beach, that
we might search for Angerstoff and Marietta.

"No, no," cried he, ''that is impossible.
Hear how the storm rages! Worlds would
not induce me to have any communication
with murderers. It would be impious to at-
tempt it on such a night as this. The Almighty
is surely punishing them now! Come here
and look out."

I followed him to the door, but the moment

he opened it the wind extinguished the lamp;
Total darkness prevailed without, and a chaos
of rushing, bursting, and moaning sounds
swelled upon the ear with irregular loudness.
The blast swept round the hut in violent
eddying*, and we felt the chilly spray of the
sea driving upon our faces at intervals. I
shuddered, and the old man closed the door,
and then resumed his seat near the fire.

My entertainer made a bed for me upon the
floor, but the noise bf the tempest, and the
anxiety I felt about the fate of Angerstoff and
Marietta, kept me awake the greater part of
the night. Soon after dawn my host accom-
panied me down to the beach. We found the
wreck of the floating beacon, but were unable
to discover any traces of the guilty pair whom
I had left on board or it.



The good ship lies in the crowded dock,

Fair as a statue, firm as a rock :

Her tall masts piercing the still blue air,

Her funnel glittering white and bare,

Whence the long soft line of vapoury smoke

Betwixt sky and sea like a vision broke,

Or slowly o'er the horizon curled

Like a lost hope fled to the other world :

She sails to-morrow

Sails to-morrow.

Out steps the captain, busy and grave,
With his sailor's footfall, quick and brave,
His hundred thoughts and his thousand cares,
And his steady eye that all things dares :
Though a little smile o'er the kind face dawns
On the loving brute that leaps and fawns,
And a little shadow comes and goes,
As if heart or fancy fled where, who knows?

He sails to-morrow

Sails to-morrow.

To-morrow the serried line of ships
Will quick close after her as she slips
Into the unknown deep once more :
To-morrow, to-morrow, some on shore
With straining eyes shall desperate yearn
"This is not parting? return return !''
Peace, wild-wrung hands ! hush, sobbing breath !
Love keepeth its own through life and death; .

Though she sails to-morrow

Snils to-morrow.

1 Poimt. London : Satui>soii Low, Mars ton, k Co.



Sail, stately ship; down Southampton Water
Gliding fair as old .Nereus' daughter:
Christian ship that for burthen bears
Christians, speeded by Christian prayers;
All kind angels follow her track !
Pitiful God, bring the good ship back !
All the souls in her for ever keep
T/tine, living or dying, awake or asleep :

Then sail to-morrow !

Ship, sail to-morrow !



Not far from Lorrich, upon the extreme
frontiers of the Rhine province, are still to be
seen the ruins of an ancient castle which was
formerly inhabited by Sibo of Lorrich, a knight
of great courage, but of a character anything
rather than gentle. It happened once in a
stormy eve that a little old man knocked at
his castle-gate, and besought his hospitality
a request which was not a little enforced by
the shrill voice of the wind, as it whistled
through his streaming locks, almost as white
as the snows that fell fast about him. The
knight, however, was not in one of his mildest
moods, nor did the wild dwarfish figure of the
stranger plead much for him with one who was
by no means an admirer of poverty, whatever
shape it might assume. His repulse, there-
fore, was not couched in the gentlest language;
und, indeed, deserved praise rather for its
energetic conciseness than for any other quality.
The little old man was equally sparing of
words on his pai't, and simply saying, " I will
requite your kindness," passed on his way with
a most provoking serenity of temper.

At the time Sibo did not take this threat
very much to heart, but it soon appeared to be
(something more than an empty menace; for the
next day he missed his daughter, a lovely girl
in her tenth year, who was already celebrated
for her beauty through the whole province.
People were immediately sent out to seek her
in every direction, and at last the knight, find-
ing none of his messengers return, set out him-
self for the same purpose. For a long time he
was no more successful in the search than his
vassals; nobody had seen her, nobody could give
him any information, till he met with an old
shepherd, who said, "that early in the day he
had seen a young girl gathering flowers at the
foot of the Redrich Mountain; that, in a little
time after, several dwarfs had approached the
child, and having seized her in their arms,

tripped up to the summit of the rock with as
much facility as if they had been walking on
a plain. God forbid!" added the shepherd,
making the sign of the cross, "God forbid
that they were of those evil spirits who dwell
in the hidden centre of the mountain ; they
are easily excited to anger, which is too often
fatal to its victims." The knight, alarmed at
this recital, cast his eyes towards the summit
of the Redrich, and there, indeed, was Gar-
linda, who seemed to stretch forth her arms
for his assistance. Stung with all the impo-
tence of passion, he instantly assembled his
vassals to see if there was not one among the
number who could climb the precipice ; but,
though several made the effort, none succeeded.
He then ordered them to provide instruments
for cutting a pathway in the rock; this attempt,
however, was not a jot more successful than
the first, for no sooner had the workmen begun
to use their axes, than such a shower of stones
was poured upon their heads from the moun-
tain-top that they were compelled to fly for
safety. At the same time a voice was heard
which seemed to proceed from the depths of
the Redrich, and which distinctly uttered these
words: " It is thus that we requite the hospi-
tality of the knight of Lorrich."

Sibo, finding earthly arms of no avail against
the gnomes, had now recourse to heaven; and
as he had certain private reasons for distrusting
the efficacy of his own prayers, he bribed the
monks and nuns of the neighbourhood to em-
ploy their intercession. But these holy folks
prospered no better with their beads than the
peasants had done with their pick-axes ; the
gnomes continued as immovable as their own
mountain, and nothing was left to console the
poor Sibo except the certainty of his daughter's
living. His first looks at daybreak and his
last at nightfall were given to the Redrich, and
each time he could see Garlinda on its summit,
stretching out her little arms in mournful
greeting to her father.

But. to do justice to the gnomes, they took
all possible care of their little foundling, and
suffered her to want for nothing ; they built
for her a beautiful little cottage, the walls of
which were covered with shells and crystals,
and stones of a thousand colours. Their wives,
too, made her necklaces of pearl and emerald
wreaths, and found every hour some fresh
amusements for her youth, which grew up in
a continual round of delight, like a snow-drop
in the first gentle visitings of the spring. In-
deed, she seemed to be a general favourite, and
more particularly so with one old gnome, the
sister of him who had tempted her by the



flowers on the Redrich. Often would she say
to her pupil, when her young eyes were for a
moment dimmed with a transient recollection
of past times, "Be of good heart, my dear
child; I am preparing for you a dowry, such
as was never yet given to the daughter of a

Thus rolled away four years, and Sibo had
nearly renounced all hope of again seeing his
Garlinda, when Ruthelm, a young and valiant
knight, returned from Hungary, where he had
acquired a glorious name by his deeds against
the infidels. His castle being only half a
league distant from Lorrich, he was not long
in hearing of Sibo's loss, upon which he deter-
mined to recover the fair fugitive, or perish in
the attempt. With this design he sought the
old knight, who was still buried in grief for
his daughter's absence, and made him ac-
quainted with his purpose. Sibo grasped the
young warrior's hand, and a smile, the first he
had known for many years, passed over his
hard features as he replied, "Look out from
this window, my gallant stranger; as far as the
eye can reach it looks upon the lands of Sibo;
below, too, in the castle vaults, where others
keep their prisoners, I lock up my gold, enough
to purchase another such a province. Bring
me back my daughter, and all this shall be
yours, and a prize beyond all this my
daughter's hand. Go forth, my young knight,
and Heaven's blessing go with you."

Ruthelm immediately betook'himself to the
foot of the Redrich to explore his ground: but
he soon saw that it would be impossible to
climb the mountain without aid from some
quarter, for the sides were absolutely perpen-
dicular. Still he was unwilling to give up his
purpose; he walked round and round the rock,
exploring every cleft and cranny, wishing that
he had wings, and cursing the shrubs that
nodded their heads most triumphantly near the
summit, as if in defiance of his efforts. Almost
ready to burst with vexation, he was about to
desist, when the mountain-gnome stood before
him on a sudden, and thus accosted him:

"Ho, ho! my spruce knight; you have heard,
it seems, of the beautiful Garlinda, whose abode
is on the summit of these rocks. Is it not so,
my mighty man of arms? Well, I'll be your
friend in this business; she is my pupil, and I
promise you she is yours, as soon as you can
get her."

" Be it so," replied the knight, holding out
his hand in token that the offer was accepted.

" I am but a dwarf in comparison with you,"
replied the little man, "but my word is as
good as yours notwithstanding. If you can

manage to climb the precipice, I shall give you
up the maiden ; and though the road is some-
what rough, the prize will more than recom-
pense your labour. About it, therefore, and
good luck attend you on your journey."

Having uttered these words, the dwarf dis-
appeared, with loud bursts of laughter, to the
great indignation of Ruthelm, whose wit was
altogether in his elbows. He measured the
cliff with angry eyes, and at last exclaimed,
"Climb it, quotha! yes, indeed, if I had
wings. "

"It may happen without wings," said a
voice close beside him; and the knight, looking
round, perceived a little old woman, who gently
tapped him on the shoulder: "I have heard
all that passed just now between you and my
brother. He was once offended by Sibo, but
the knight has long since paid the penalty of
that offence; and besides, the maiden has none
of her father's harshness: she is beautiful, good,
and compassionate to the wants of others; I am
certain that she would never refuse ho.-pitality,
even though it were to a beggar. For my part,
I love her as if she were my own child, and
have long wished that some noble knight would
choose her as his bride. It teems that you
have done so ; and my brother has given you
his word, a pledge that with us is sacred.
Take, therefore, this silver bell : go with it to
the Wisper Valley, where you will find a
mine which has long ceased to be worked,
and which you will easily recognize by the
beech-tree and the fir that twine their boughs
together at its entrance. Go in without fear,
and ring the bell thrice, for within lives my
younger brother, who will come to you the
moment he hears its sound. At the same time
the bell will be a token to him that you arc
sent from me. Request him to make a ladder
for you up to the summit of tho Redrich ; he
will easily accomplish this task before the
break of day, and, when done, you may trust
to it without the slightest fear of danger."

Ruthelm did as the old woman had directed:
he set out instantly for the Wisper Valley,
where he soon found the mine in question,
with the two trees twined together at its open-
ing. Here he paused in something like terror:
it was one of those still nights when the mind
has leisure for apprehension. The moon shone
sadlv on the wet grass, and not a star was
visible. For a moment his check was pale,
but in the next instant it was red with shame,
and he rang the bell with a most defying vehe-
mence, as if to atone for his momentary alarm.
At the third sound a little man arose from the
depths of the mine, habited in gray, and carry-



ing a lamp, in which burned a pale blue meteor.
To the gnome's question of what did he want,
the knight boldly replied by a plain story of
his adventure; and the friendly dwarf, bidding
him be of good cheer, desired that he would
visit the Redrich by the break of day : at the
same time he took from his pocket a whistle,
which he blew thrice, when the whole valley j
swarmed with little gnomes, carrying saws and i
axes, and other instruments of labour. A sign j
from their leader was enough ; they set off in j
the direction of the Redrich, when, in a few
moments only, it was evident their task had
begun by the horrible din that might be heard
even in the Wisper Valley. Highly delighted
with this result, the knight bent his way home-
wards, his heart beating as fast as the hammers j
of the gnomes, the noise of which accompanied
him in his journey and entertained him in
his castle. Nor indeed did Ruthclm desire
better music, for besides that the knights
of those warlike times were more celebrated
for hard blows than for fine ears, every sound
of the axe was a step in the ladder, and every
step in the ladder was a step nearer to Garlinda,
with whom he had contrived to be desperately
in love, without the superfluity of seeing her.

No sooner had the morning begun to dawn
than he set out for the Redrich, where he found
that the gnomes had not made all that nightly
clatter to no purpose; a ladder was firmly
planted against the rock, and reached to the
very top of the mountain. There was a slight
throb of fear at his heart as he mounted the
lower steps, but his courage increased in pro-
portion to his advance. In a short time he
arrived happily at the summit, precisely as
the light of day was breaking in the east, when
the first object presented to his eyes was Gar-
linda, who sweetly slumbered on a bank of
flowers. The knight was rivetted to the spot,
and his heart beat high with pleasure as he
gazed on the sleeping beauty ; but when she
opened her bright blue eyes, and turned their
mild lustre upon him, he almost sank beneath
the gush of ecstasy that thrilled through every
vein. In an instant he was at her feet, and
poured forth the story of his love with a vehe-
mence that at once confounded and pleased the
object of it. She blushed and wept, and smiled
as she wept, her eyes sparkling through her
tears, like the sunbeams shooting through a
spring shower.

At this moment they were interrupted by
the unexpected appearance of the gnome who
had carried off Garlinda; behind him was his
sister, testifying by her smiles how much
pleased she was by the happy meeting of the

lovers. At first the dwarf frowned angrily at
the sight of Ruthelm ; but, when he perceived
the ladder, he readily guessed how all had
happened, and burst into a sudden fit of
laughter, exclaiming, "Another trick played
me by my good old sister! I have promised
though, and will keep my word. Take that
which you have come so far to beek, and be
more hospitable than your father. That you
may not, however, gain your prize too easily,
you shall return by the same way that you
came; for our pupil we have a more convenient
road, and Heaven grant it may prove the road
to her happiness.

Ruthelm willingly descended the ladder,
though not without some little peril to his own
neck, while the gnome and his sister led the
maiden by a path that traversed the interior
of the mountain, and opened at its foot by a
secret outlet. Here they were to part, and the
old woman, presenting her with a box formed
of petrified palm-wood, and filled with jewels,
thus addressed her: "Take this, my dear
child; it is ths dowry that I have so long and
often promised you. And do not forget your
mountain friends, for in the various evils of
the world you are going to visit, a day perhap*
may come when you will need their po<ver
You'll think of this, my child." Garlin !.i
thanked the dwarf, and wept in thanking lie -

And now Ruthelm conducted the fair one lo
her father, though not without many a linger-
ing look cast back upon the mountain she had
quitted. To describe the old man's joy would
be impossible; mindful of the past, he immedi-
ately gave orders that all who sought the hos-
pitality of his castle should be feasted there
with the utmost kindness for the space of eight
days; and Ruthelm received the hand of Gar-
linda in recompense of his knightly service.
Both lived to the evening of a long and happy
life, blest in themselves and no less blest m
their posterity.

For many years the ladder still remained
attached to the mountain, and was looked upon
by the neighbouring peasants as the work of a
demon. Hence it is that the Redrich is yet
known by the name of The Devil's Ladder.


In politics if thou would'st mix,
And mean thy fortunes be ;

Bear this in mind, Be deaf and blind,
Let great folks hear and see.






Go, lovely rose !
Tell her, that wastes her time and me,

That now she knows,
When I resemble her to thee,
How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Tell her that's young,
And shuns to have her graces spied,

That hadst thou sprung
In deserts, where no men abide,
Thou must have uncommended died.

Small is the worth
Of beauty from tfie light retired,

Bid her come forth,
Suffer herself to be desired,
And not blush so to be admired.

Then die, that she
The common fate of all things rare

May read in thee;

How small a part of time they share,
That are so wondrous sweet and fair.

[Yet, though thou fade,
From thy dead leaves let fragrance rise;

And teach the maid

That Goodness Time's rude hand defies,
That Virtue lives when Beauty dies.

H. K. WHITE.]!


To heroism and holiness

How hard it is for man to soar,
But how much harder to be less

Than what his mistress loves him for!
There is no man so full of pride,

And noue so intimate with sharne,
And none to manhood so denied,

As not to mend if women blame.
He does with ease what do he must,

Or merit this, and nought's debarr'd
From man, when woman shall be just

In yielding her desired regard.
Ah, wasteful woman, she who may

On her sweet self set her own price,
Knowing lie cannot choose but pay,

How has she cheapen'd paradise;
How given for nought her priceless gift,

How spoil'd the bread and spill'd the wine,
Which, spent with due respective thrift,

Had made brutes men, and men divine!


1 "The additional stanza to Waller's song i. a hanpy
specimen of imitation. It conveys in such language as
Waller would have used, a better and wiser fet.ing than
often visited him." SOUTHEV.


There lived in one of the beautiful valleys
of Travancore a respectable man named Chunda
Gopal, who possessed a small estate in pepper
plantations, cocoa-nut groves, and plantain
gardens. His house was delightfully situ-
ated on a fine river; and in it you would
have been charmed to see his affectionate wife
Luxana and her children, looking like flowers
in a green-house, or pictures in gilt frames.
It is impossible for me, if I had a thousand
tongues, to exaggerate their happiness. They
were all the world to each other. Their pepper
brought in plenty of money their fields yielded
them nourishing crops of rice their fruit-trees
were productive to superabundance and their
tempers were sweet and contented. Every
morning was spent in superintending the oper-
ations of their vegetable gold mines; and in
the evening you beheld them seated in the
vine bowers with their children, or dancing and
singing under the trees on the green, or amus-
ing themselves with hearing stories respecting
the achievements of the Hindoo gods, and the
innumerable heroes of romance who figure in
Indian tales. In short, their children were
as good as they were handsome ; and you are
not more happy among yourselves than they
were in every respect.

But no one in this uncertain world is sure
of the continuance of fortune's breeze till to-
morrow. It will be well, therefore, if you
make up your minds to meet everything that
can happen, as an event that -may happen ;
and this, believe me, is very needful in a .state
where we have reason not only to fear the loss
of somewhat every moment, but of our own
life the instant Providence may deem it good
to stop our breath. It pleased that bountiful
source of all we enjoy to shut up the flood-gates
of heaven in most parts of India for two years
in succession. You may easily conceive what
misery this produced in a country where scarcely
any kind of grain will grow without frequent
and careful irrigation. Severe scarcity soon
made its appearance, and all the horrors of
want assailed the poor. The fine river on
which the house of Chunda Gopal stood became
quite dry; his pepper vines drooped and with-
ered under the sun; all his cocoa-nut trees
pined with thirst, and yielded not a single
fruit; nor would his plantains produce a
banana. His rice fields were equally barren.

2 From Forty Ytars in the WoM. By the author at
FifUen Yean in India. Loiidou.



Indeed he had soon to send out for everything
his large family required; and long before the
famine ceased he saw himself and those he
loved reduced to the sore necessity of selling

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