The wind sighed over us amongst
the wet shrouds, with a note so mournful, that there could not have been
a more appropriate dirge.
"The ship--pitching violently--strained and creaked from end to end: so
that, what with the noise of the sea, the rattling of the ropes, and the
whistling of the wind, hardly one word of the service could be
distinguished. The men, however, understood, by a motion of the
captain's hand, when the time came--and the body of our dear little
brother was committed to the deep.
"So violent a squall was sweeping past the ship at this moment, that no
sound was heard of the usual splash, which made the sailors allege that
their young favourite never touched the water at all, but was at once
carried off in the gale to his final resting-place!"
* * * * *
THE TOPOGRAPHER.
* * * * *
TRAVELLING NOTES IN SOUTH WALES.
(_For the Mirror._)
Either shore
Presents its combination to the view
Of all that interests, delights, enchants;--
Corn-waving fields, and pastures green, and slope,
And swell alternate, summits crown'd with leaf,
And grave-encircled mansions, verdant capes,
The beach, the inn, the farm, the mill, the path,
And tinkling rivulets, and waters wide,
Spreading in lake-like mirrors to the sun.
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