A CALM AT SEA.
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A calm is sometimes more terrible than a storm. This, said my friend MT. Brae, I had an opportunity of proving on voy- age to the West Indies. We had been out but three days when there came oil a tremendous blow from the north west.- We scudded before it for ten days, and at last it left us in flat calm, in that dread- ful part of the ocean off the African coast called |" The Rains." The winds stopped as if strangled. The sun rose from sea of fire, and wheeling through tho seeming endless day over hard, dazzling sky, set without twilight: for there was hardly sufficient moisture in the atmosphere to re- fract his beams. And this had continued for tho space of twelve days. Every morning presented to our arehing vision the same level, blazing seq, n liquid Saha- "a, and our ship chained in tho midst of it. An ocean mOlionless as if frozen to tho bOstom-a prospect vast, nlonolonOus, and boundless-silenee and immenSiiy were all these fatal soaS afforded to our hAplcss VoyHgeIS. The unnatural stiffness of the