Vol. I. No. IS.
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sion away springs each mess boy with a
well filed dish away fly the mess to their
various stations-out 90 the lights, down
falls the flannel screen--and marine
with drawn bayonet enters the ward
room, and PAGES along the outside Of the
table that was so lately filled with anima-
ted countcnances-all now is silent a
strong sui phurous smoke penetrates the
curtain and fills the ship; while the echo
Of the old tar's curse rises in hollow mur-
murs and dies away in the distance.


We'll may Ichabod be now written over
Il e entrance Of the ward-room, for surely
it, glory has departed!


I A gloomy change has now come over
the spirit of their dreams. A few officers
race the gun deck in sullen humor, but
the majority loof about the spar deck,
now watching the silver moon as she RI
scs beautifully from the dazzling sea- and
now endcavoring 70 make out in the dis.
lance the appearance Of ship, or the jet
of a spoutlng whale. At length the drea-
ry Job is over--thc magazine hatch closes
up goes the scroen-and down come
the lights; scan,y supper is now saved
from the plIcrors at the galley, and then
come the wine bottle and a pineapple
cheese, lie two good companions, faith
full even in death.


Give us a yarn. gentlemen,' says the
first lieutenant, pulling down his little
wastcoat, over his little round belly, and
Slowing himself in his chair so as to turn
his deaf ear towards the company.


'Wcll, doctor says the purser, taking
another and heavier pull at the hal alyards,
did you ever lear how the old Culloden
lost her stick just about here many years
ago?'


No. cries the doctor, 10 ned by the
voices of the whole mess, let's hear it,


Well, them says the rurser, here it
goes


THE DEAD MANS LEDGE.


Not more than hundred miles from
the southern extremity Of England, rise
in awful ma Icsty above the temrcs,uous
ocean. the dreadful breakers Of the Dead
Mans Ledge. Nothing can exceed tie
solitary arpt tarancc-,hc look Of dreary
loneliness that they present 10 the eve Of
'hc wa'c!iul seaman when the heavy
, swell of Biscay comes rolling up towards
the northern ocean, and the light scud
spreads its fitting screen Of frosted silver
before the face of the broad red harvest
moon. When the night comes on in
black rolling shadows from windward, aid
the stormy petrcl calls his little band to-
gcthor. to dance upon the white foam that
Kisses in the vessels wake, then NAV be
heaId the terrific music Of the Dead Mans
Ledge, louder than the roar of heavens
artillery, louder thad the wall of the cam
vass-splItting tempest, louder than the
moan Of the wilderness Of waters, as it


heavcs up its blackencd breast to own its
!, God.


From the days Of the earliest naviga.
tors, these rocks have been famous in sto-
ry, and when the shades of evening settle
upon the deep, wo be unto the outward
bound mariner that sees not their dark
SUBMITS sink into the waste Of foam-cap-
ped waves astern.


1t was at the commencement Of the
) nineteenth century, when heavy armed
Covyetto undor double veAfAd trn.o;is