more racking than the sharpest rheumatism I had ever suffered, pervading my whole body. They increased until I suffered the most excruciating agony, as if my bones had been converted into red hot tubes of iron, and the marrow in them had been dried up with fervent heat, and I was obliged to beg that a hammock might be spread on deck, on which I lay down, pleading great fatigue and want of sleep as my

excuse.

My thirst was unquenchable; the more I drank, the hotter it became. My tongue, and mouth, and throat, were burning, as if molten lead had been poured down into my stomach, while the most violent retching came on every ten minutes. The prize crew, poor fellows, did all they could-once or twice they seemed about standing back to the ship, but, "make sail, make sail," was my only cry. They did so, and there I lay without any thing between me and the wet planks but a thin sailor's blanket and the canvass of the hammock, through the livelong night, with no covering but a damp boat-cloak, raving at times during the hot fits, at others having my power of utterance frozen up during the cold ones. The men, once or twice, offered to carry me below, but the idea was horrible to me.

"No, no-not there-for heaven's sake, not there! If you do take me down, I am sure I shall see him, and the dead mate-No, no-overboard rather, throw me overboard rather."

Oh, what would I not have given for the luxury of a flood of tears!-But the fountains of mine eyes were dried up, and seared as with a red hot ironmy skin was parched, and hot, hot, as if every pore had been hermetically sealed; there was a hell within

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me, and about me, as if the deck on which I lay had
been steel at a white heat, and the gushing blood, as
if under the action of a force-pump, throbbed through
my head, as if it would have burst on my brain-and
such a racking, splitting headach-no language can
describe it, and yet ever and anon in the midst of
this raging fire, this furnace at my heart, seventeen
times heated, a sudden icy shivering chill would shake
me, and pierce through and through me, even when
the roasting fever was at the hottest.

At length the day broke on the long, long, moist,
steamy night, and once more the sun rose to bless
every thing but me. As the morning wore on, my
torments increased with the heat, and I lay sweltering
on deck, in a furious delirium, held down forcibly by
two men, who were relieved by others every now and
then, while I raved about Obed, and Paul, and the
scenes I had witnessed on board during the chase,
and in the attack. None of my rough but kind
nurses expected I would have held on till nightfall;
but shortly after sunset I became more collected, and,
as I was afterwards told, whenever any little office
was performed for me, whenever some drink was
held to my lips, I would say to the gruff sun-burnt,
black-whiskered,-square-shouldered topman, who
might be my Ganymede for the occasion, "Thank
you, Mary; Heaven bless your pale face, Mary; bless
you, bless you!" It seemed my fancy had shaken
itself clear of the fearful objects that had so per-
inaciously haunted me before, and occupying itself
recollections, had produced a corres-
animal; but the poor fellow to
endearingly was, I

twisted and turned his iron features into all manner of ludicrous combinations, under the laughter of his mates "Now, Peter, may I be--but I would rather be shot at, than hear the poor young gentleman so quizz me in his madness." Then again-as I praised his lovely taper fingers-they were more like bunches of frosted carrots, dipped in a tar-bucket, with the tails snapped short off, where about an inch thick, only.

"My taper fingers-oh, Peter! I can't stomach this any longer-I'll give you my grog for the next two days, if you will take my spell here.-My taper fingers-murder!"

As the evening closed in, we saw the high land of Jamaica, but it was the following afternoon before we were off the entrance of Mancheoneal Bay. All this period, although it must have been one of great physical suffering, has ever, to my ethereal part, remained a dead blank. The first thing I remember afterwards, was being carried ashore in the dark in a hammock slung on two oars, so as to form a sort of rude palanquin, and laid down at a short distance from the overseer's house, where my troubles had originally commenced. I soon became perfectly sensible and collected, but I was so weak I could not speak; after resting a little, the men again lifted me and proceeded. The door of the dining-hall, which was the back entrance into the overseer's house, opened flush into the little garden through which we had come in--there were lights and sounds of music singing, and jovialty within. The farther end of the room, at the door of which I now rested, opened into the piazza, or open veranda, which crossed it at right angles, and constituted the front of the house, form

all been sitting still at table where I saw them now, ever since I had left them-a fortnight before-at least my fancy did me the favour to annihilate, for the nonce, all intermediate time between the point of my departure on the night of the cooper's funeral, and the moment when I now re-visited them.

I was lifted out of the hammock, and supported to the door between two seamen. The fresh, nice-looking man before mentioned, Aaron Bang, esquire, by name, an incipient planting attorney in the neighbourhood, of great promise, was in the act of singing a song, for it was during some holiday-time, which had broken down the stiff observances of a Jamaica planter's life. There he sat, lolling back on his chair, with his feet upon the table, and a cigar, half consumed, in his hand. He had twisted up his mouth and mirthprovoking pimple of a nose, which, by an unaccountable control over some muscle, present in the visage of no other human being, he made to describe a small circle round the centre of his face, and slewing his head on one side, he was warbling, ore rotundo, some melodious ditty, with infinite complacency, and, to all appearance, to the great delight of his auditory; when his eyes lighted on me,—he was petrified in a moment, I seemed to have blasted him,-his warbling ceased instantaneously,-the colour faded from his cheeks, but there he sat, with open mouth, and in the same attitude as if he still sung, and I had suddenly become deaf, or as if he and his immediate compotators, and the group of blackies beyond, had all been on the instant turned to stone by a slap from one of their own John Canoes, I must have been in truth a terrible spectacle; my skin was yellow, not as saffron, but as the skin of a ripe lime; the white