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IoT khuc III my hammock. l seized 1t and arose. My tread was firm. I stiAed convulsvo laugh, as my bloody intent came across my imagination. stole soft ly to the gangway, and Rly heart throbbed audibly with fendish joy, as I hurried upon deck. paused for a moment; the raging of the storm was in unison with my feelings, and its coolness gave my frame new vigor. A flash of lightning showed mo where my victim sat. rushed upon him and uttered my name he sank upon the dock beneath me, but soon regained his self possession. The struggle was in silence we both felt that it was for life and vengeance, and strained every nerve to hurl him into the sea /; my strength was un- equal to the task. The conflict now be- came desperate, and was near being van- quishcd, when I drew the knife and buried it in his bosom. He sunk at my feet: I see him now; l still hear the sound of his body as it fell upon the deck, and the shriek he gave as I stabbed him. Every sense and feeling is engrossed in these I hear nought beside sec nothing but his bleeding form; it has pursued me until reason abandoned her station. I became a maniac, and the image was more distinct and terrible. cannot fly from it; I feel it will pursue me until the shadows of death shut out the scenes of this life forever ;-| and then, Oh God I fear that the i'm pression is so indelblv fixed pw my soul, that in the life to come shall seek for rest in vain!'

 Here ended the physician's manuscript. having read it to the captain, he observed, that philosophy is cure for most evils which Providence inficts upon man, but it is of no avail in cases like the present, where the sufferer himself is the sole cause of the evil he end dures.

 After having saved as much from the wreck as practicable, We proceeded to Ca- dig, and thence took. shipping to Havre.- The little philosopher, as he took last view of his 1avorite vessel, said with sigh, |" behold all that is left to me after forty years to.i and danger! now am old and pennyess but he whose mind is not to be shaken by the vicissitudes of fortune, needs not her golden smiles to make him happy" He kissed the child, lesurely wiped his spectacles, took his Seneca from his pocket, and in few minutes his irre- parable loss and the dangers he had just escaped. were alike forgotten.

 From the Boston Recorder and Telegraph. ON THE DEATH OF A WIFE.

 Friend ofmy heart thy presence here greet In all the sweet domestic scenes of life; With cheerful smile, and busy hand, each day, Thy wonted cares and tolls pursuing still. In order meet thy house is all arrang'd,

 And each apartment whispers thou art near, Kind helper in my earthly pilgrimage.

 How thrills this heart, to hear our tender babes Tell thee their wants, their joys. their pains, their griefs,

 And mark thy sparkling eye, or anxious brow, The faithful index of maternal love.

 O twas dream a friendly soothing dream, Sent to beguile my heart-oppressing grief Again mark thee here, but on thy couch, With cheek of paleness, and with languid eye; Now faint, now weary, and now pierced with Would could drive these cruel pains away, And lay softer pillow meath thy aching head.

 From dawn to eve cry to God for help :- The day departs;-the midnight hour arrives. A kind attendant constant vigils keeps,

 While from thy side, reluctantly and slow, My steps withdraw to seek short repose. But hark !-thatgroan !-Again hasten back And pass the watcher and her glimmering

 lamp,

 To ask, to try if aught can give thee ease. Vain, vain my efforts; vain the skill

 And friendly aid the healing art employs. And here view thee languish, day by day, While feeble hope, and stronger fear, by turns,

 Divide and toss this aching, troubled heart.

 But what !-The hour, the parting hour is Thy weary spirit spreads her wings to fly, And leave this heaving bosom desolate. On thy cold brow my faultering hand lay, And learn, (too true) thou dearest friend art gone. islands ;- One son thou leav'st me :---at thy side he His bursting heart his infant sobs and tears; His lisping tongue, pronounce him mother less. mel His soft lamenting-" NO more Mamo for Breaks up the fount of grief within my soul, And whelms me deep beneath the swelling tide. [child.- One daughter too thou gav'st me "a lovely Her trembling step, her wild and startled eye, While to thy couch reluctant she is led, .

 Send doable anguish to this widow'd heart.