TIE STORM AND WRECK.
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Now that the public mind is alive to the horrors of the recent melancholy catasthro- phe of the steamer Atlantic, Byron's vivid description of Shipwreck will be read with fresh interest.

 Twas twilight, for the sunless day went down

 Over the waste of waters; like veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown

 Of one whose hate is masked but to assail; Thus to their hopeless eyes the night was shown And grimly darkled OCT their faces pale And the dim desolate-twelve days had Fear Been their familiar, and now death was here. Some trial had been making at raft,

 With little hope in such rolling sea, sort Oi thing at which one would have laugh'd any laughter at such times could be, Unless with people who too much have ouaff'd And have kind of wild and horGid glee Half epileptical, and half hysterical: Their preservation would have been miracle. At half past o'clock, booms, hen-coops, spars And all things, for chance. had been cast

 loose,

 That still could keep aAoat the struggling tars, For yet they strove. although of no great use |: There was not light in heaven but few stars; The boats put off o'ercrowded with their

 crews;

 She gave heel, and then lurch to port, And d,goiEg down head ad-foremost-sunk.i in short Then rose from sea to sky the wild farewell, Then shrekd the timid, and stood still the

 brave;

 Then some leap'd overheard with dreadful yell, As eager to anticipate their grave; And the sea yawAd around her like hell. And down she suck'd with her the whirline

 wave,

 Like one who grapples with his enemy, And strives to strangle him before he die. And first one universal shriek their rush'd, Louder than the loud ocean, like crash Of echoing thunder; a,.d then all was hushed, Save the wild wind and the remorseless dash or pillows; but at intervals there gush'd,

 Accompanied with convulsive splash, A solitary shriek-the bubbling cry

 Of some strong swimmer in his agony.