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or;6ce was bleeding aifesh. I shrUInk abash- cd at the prepOsterous charge I had made, and after endeavOring to appease his injured feelings, withdrew and left him to the care Of the physician. His eyes followed me, and felt relieved when I had escaped from their glare.

 I retired to my birth, and endeavOred to sleep, but my mind had become so feverish by the dreadful occurrences of the night, that tossed about for several hours in painful state of restlessness. At length fell into slurnber, but it was slumber more dreadful than my waking contemplations for the ghastly face of the seaman was seen where ever turned my eyes. It assumed various expressions, and was blended in my imagina- ton with the figure of the murdered Camp bell, producing succession of scenes and shapes that would have driven the waking inn agination to frenzy. arose early and hasten ed on deck, happy to escape to scene of life and hustle, from the solitary horrors of the night. The storm still continued, and ap- pearances indicated that it would do so for some days.

 Mrs. Campbell watched by the beside of her husband during the night, in a state of agony that can be more readily conceived than described; for the surgeon on examining the wound, pronounced a speedy death inev- itable. When the earthly ties which bind the pure to the innocent are violently 'vered, the pang sustained by the survivoris too frequent ly almost insupportable, although the bright promise of meeting hereafter may cast ray of comfort around the heart of the mourner {; what then must the guilty feel, who are bound by ties that cannot exist in heaven, and which, when broken here, leave the torn heart with out hope remaining! The mournful visage ofMrs. Campbell, as she clasped the hand of the dying man, was painful to behold, for even the most careless observer could discov- CT utter hopelessness written there.

 The surgeon on interrogating Campbelre- specting the manner in which the wound was inflicted, was led to believe that the unhappy and mysterious man had fallen the victim of his own hand, and the deep rooted melancho ly that had obtained possession of his mind and actions, rendered it highly probable that this supposition was correct. When first car ried below, after his wound had been staunch- ed, he turned to his wife and said in tone scarcely audible, "behold my prediction yer flied; you treated lightly my superstitlous feelings; but had prescience that should never tread on earth again.

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