Of her whose wondrous beauty it portrayed. Had found a home. The young Teresa was Self-willed as fair-she brooked no calm restraint, With dim prophetic fears of coming days. Reluctantly had left his lady love, And joined her father's embassy at Rome; Each day that brought her nearer to the time Fixed for their home return.-You know how maids Caused that Foscari should consult the Doge · Upon this mission to his Sovereign. With Love's own haste, fair Venice soon he reach'd, And sought this palace, though the midnight hour Had toll'd; but as his gondola drew near Yon balcony, he saw, O! baleful sight! A cavalier descend, by twisted ropes, Down from the chamber of his promised wife, While she the casement closed, and waved her hand Fondly to him who went. The sight was death. With frantic speed he follow'd in the track What feet have wings to 'scape from raging love! The first word was a challenge. When the other Soon as Francesca heard the fatal tale Her reason fled, and ere a month had pass'd, Alas! how fate ordains, and man must grieve! Within a convent she conceal'd her shame, ΘΑΛΑΣΣΑ, ΘΑΛΑΣΣΑ. "THE SEA! THE SEA!" Ξενοφ: Αναβ: XENOPH. ANAB BY LORD NUGENT. "Luff, you swabber, and- -! Luff, Joe, can't you, and give those poor devils a chance, out on the yard-arm there, trying to reef that fore-top sail. Do you want to cant them? and going five knots, close hauled, with this swell? Luff, I say! Handsomely, my sons," continued the skipper, turning his head from the boy at the helm, and looking forward, and upward at the four poor men who were struggling over the yard, their heels higher than their heads, to claw in the volume of a wet straining foretop sail, which now fluttered and flapped, and then again heavily blew out, with a crack as though to burst from the bolt ropes, as the vessel's head came up or fell off from the blast. "Handsomely, my sons; you'll have a touch up in the wind presently. There, now! Now's your time—it lifts—in with it, rouse that weather earing well out. That's your sort! There, come in off the yard-in, every man of ye! Fore-top sail halliards—hoist away again-brace up sharp, and sheet home-belay, belay-a small pull more of that bow-line. There she walks-no near, Joe!" "Sky is dirty to windward, Joe," continued the skipper, in a softer tone, as, with a lee leg out, he walked three steps aft; "and an angry sunset we've had; shrouds to the sun, and mare's tails, and that sort of a salmon-streak on the lower line, that means no good, more particularly over a black breasting horizon, with teeth like a saw. An indifferent wild night we are like to have of it!" And an indifferent wild night sure enough it was; as indifferent perhaps as ever befell a well found brig, beating up against a snorting north-wester, through that narrow passage between the Darkholm flats and the desolate and dangerous islands which cluster round that dreary coast. Low did she stoop, and heavily did she labour, through those boiling surges, beneath which many a stout ship has found its grave, and on which many a stout heart has toiled, bravely and long, after even hope itself has died within it, ay, and of which many a tender heart too has mused, almost to breaking, when the night winds have piped around the home of him who was at sea. "Up, my lads, watch and idlers-clear away the foretop mast stay sail-man the jib, down haul-haul down, and hoist away. Light up once more, top men,—close reef, forward there! A second reef in that main-top sail! Come, be alive! abaft there; overhaul the peak and main halliards, and lower away that fore and aft main sail. We must get the try sail upon her. Forward! rouse that weather back stay well up; we mustn't have the top mast by the board—we'll carry on her, mate, as long as she'll stand it. By the powers, we must have no missing stays now! Look out for the light on the Longsands! Thick as mustard, mate!" The mate went forward: a dense fog had risen to windward. In vain did the skipper, spreading his hand between the binacle lamp and his eyes, strain his much-used sight across the black heaving waters, to catch one confirming glimpse of the distant light-house. "It must be there, or somewhere there, any how; but we mustn't wait to run ashore because we can't see how it |