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in his own person, still he winced under its effects towards others. Seymour's harshness and brutality towards his junior officers was extreme-with the exception of Strickland-and with his men it arose sometimes to absolute barbarity. Here was the point on which the young sailor's philosophy was the most tried; often the flashing glance of anger and contempt, or a shudder of concentrated rage and disgust, gave evidence of his internal agitation, although his immense selfcommand enabled him to refrain from uttering any word that might betray his thoughts and feelings. This, however, was noted by the captain and his coadjutor. Seymour thought that he had found out the "soft spot in his character," as he termed it to Strickland; so punishment succeeded punishment, and cruelty to cruelty, in order to provoke him to some expression of indignation or act of insubordination; but the plan did not succeed in changing Guy's outward man in any respect, further than to make him more reserved and grave. His honourable brother-in-law's jealousy and dislike deepened to absolute hatred, he ceased to address him in any way but in an insolent or sarcastic manner, and the glances the youth received from those ominous white eyes made nearly as great an impression of mistrust and dislike on his masculine mind as in former days they had made of fear on the sensitive nerves of Christine.

"What a clear-seeing, clever creature Tiny is," he would say to himself, as he turned in his berth; "what an acute little girl she is, my Italian aunty! And Aunt M'Naughton too, she was indeed a penetrating woman! Could she have seen this brute, as I now see him sometimes, faith! the tough admiral of an old lady would have told him her mind if she had had to be tucked up to the yard-arm for it the next moment; she was steel to the backbone-a true, staunch Douglas, every bit of her."

And Guy mentally paid a tribute to the courage and unbending principle which-along with her penetration—he so evidently inherited from her.

An adverse and lengthened combat with the winds and waves rendered the tyrant, Seymour, more intolerable from day to day, while the cruise was prolonged much beyond the time at which they had anticipated reaching the American coast. To soothe his ruffled spirits, the martinet indulged in more liberal libations than ever, and the constant irritation on his nerves was only to be allayed by additional severities towards his officers and men. The crew murmured among themselves, and many a dark look and muttered curse followed his steps, and those of his factotum, as they paced the quarter-deck in company. Guy alone stood silent and unmoved: his iron strength of frame and purpose, and the importance of the stake for which he played, enabled him to rise superior to the outrages under which the spirits of the others sank. He distinctly read in the faces of the common sailors the hatred with which they were inspired towards their commander, and anticipated from it the worst consequences for him if ever they should have an opportunity of revenging themselves. He would have enjoyed the certainty of his own release had it not been for his sympathy with those poor men, but his generous heart bled when he thought of the length of time they were doomed to be subject

to the barbarous rule under which they groaned; an impression of something terrible in futurity awaiting this bad man took possession of his mind, and he shuddered at the prospect of disgrace in which some sinister event might probably involve his family.

“What a woman my mother is, to be sure!" he thought; "how her folly has gone near to ruin all her children, myself excepted, and here even am I, her former favourite—and it is no vanity to say the most sensible one of the family-standing within a hair's-breadth of destruction, from the villany of the fellow whom her absurd manoeuvring has introduced into our fated house."

Day by day deepened his conviction that Captain Seymour would seek his ruin by some foul means, and with this conviction rose as strong a determination that all his energies should be exerted, his perceptions taxed to the utmost, to anticipate or counteract his malignant intentions; but our destinies are far beyond our own control in any way, even to those whose profound penetration and superior physical endowments seem to promise them power to guide the tissue of events towards a certain point.

"Strickland," said his captain one day after dinner, when they were alone over their wine" Strickland, I feel certain that fellow Douglas is acting a part to run us aground in our friendly intentions towards him. I read it in his black eyes, I see it in his cursed cynical smile; he will contrive to wear on till he comes of age, and then I am convinced that he will avail himself of the first opportunity occurring to leave everything he has to that infernal Italian jade. As for his love-stuff, I don't believe a word of it; it is merely assumed to blind me to his real intentions, and he will follow out his infatuation for that designing baggage if it were for no other motive than from mere spite to deprive me of an inheritance to which I am entitled. Confound the fellow! I wish he were at the bottom of the sea!"

So saying he sprang up, kicked down a chair that stood in his way, and hastened with his worthy confidant on deck. It was an awful sight that presented itself. The evening was dark and lowering, its threatening appearance being rendered not the less ominous by a momentary lull; a pale reddish light illumined the horizon and defined the edges of the masses of looming and portentous clouds with which the nearer sky was filled. A shrill and whistling wind began to pipe in the distance, sending the swelling waves of the Atlantic roaring towards them. A minute after the tempest burst with tremendous violence, thunder clattered overhead, peal following peal in instantaneous succession to the bright flashes of lightning; the vessel pitched and struggled, and her timbers creaked as if being wrenched asunder; it seemed as if an infernal spirit rode the blast, so thick came the "pelting of the pitiless storm." At the first outburst of the hurricane the noble captain stood aghast, and for a minute or two could scarcely give the necessary orders to the anxious crew; necessity, however, soon cleared in some measure his wine-mystified intellect, and all was hurry and activity. At length he pulled his handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off the drops of rain which, driven by the wind

against his face, were dripping from his bushy eyebrows on his cheeks. His hand was benumbed and powerless, and his sight partially obscured by the nervousness occasioned by excess, so that the blast coming with a whirl caught the light cambric appendage as he raised it to his forehead, and carried it off to the side of the vessel, where its farther flight was stopped by its doubling upon the rope of a sail about to be reefed by some sailors who had gone aloft for the purpose. It happened that Guy was standing near at the time, giving directions to the men, and beholding the captain's handkerchief streaming like a pennon overhead, he lightly swung himself up to lay hold of it in order to restore it to its possessor. How it happened he could not tell, but in the act of descending, when his foot was on the edge of the ship as he prepared to leap again upon the deck, the rope he held by one hand, from some unaccountable cause, gave way, at the same moment that his brother-in-law came pitching against him, apparently by a lurch of the vessel, and he was precipitated into the raging ocean. The rising billow received him, bearing him for an instant high towards the ship; and as he cast a look upwards to the side of the vessel and called for aid, he distinctly saw, by a lurid flash of lightning, a fiendish face glaring down at him with a look of demoniac triumph. Then there was a shout of "A man overboard!-shorten sail!" instantaneously followed by the voice of the captain roaring out the counterorder, wound up by the furious words, "D- your eyes! mind your own business; let us take care of ourselves!" And the ship drove forward in the midst of the tempest-tossed main. For a few seconds Guy contended with the foaming waves, almost overwhelmed in the trough of the sea left in the wake of the vessel. Then he struck out manfully for life. He was a first-rate swimmer, but what science or physical force could avail him amid those mountain billows when at such a distance from land? His strength at last began to give way, and at the near prospect of death a rush of painful thoughts swept over his mind: but Providence had not abandoned the generous and the brave. First a plank came drifting within his reach, which enabled him to relax for a moment from his desperate exertions, then raising his eyes with renewed hope, he beheld by the dim light of the moon-struggling through the broken clouds of the dispersing storm -the dark hull of a ship close upon him. He shouted for help, while he contrived to wave one arm in the air, and as the vessel neared he was perceived. She managed to heave to, a life-buoy was thrown within his reach, and a minute afterwards he was safely hoisted on board the Christina merchantman, bound for New York, by the pitying men whose attention he had attracted. He stood for a moment on the deck dripping and benumbed, almost doubting the reality of his safety; then, as his eye fell on the Terrible, still visible in the distance by the moonlight, a singular reaction took place both in his frame and feelings. He continued gazing fixedly at her until she disappeared, his youthful and beautiful countenance assuming a sternness of expression that almost gave it the appearance of age.

"Not by me," he muttered to himself-" not by me shall vengeance be taken on the villain; but as surely as that there is a God above to

judge of human actions, so surely is there awaiting him a dreadful retribution even in this world."

No sooner had Captain Seymour superseded Strickland in the duty of giving the counter-order to the call to afford Guy succour than he stamped with frantic delight; then, pulling up his trousers more tightly, staggered on in his usual walk on the quarter-deck. He was met by his first-lieutenant, who had been for the moment engaged elsewhere, to whom he coolly said:

"Strickland, there's a man overboard, and I suspect it is our exemplary youngster.'

Then he will most certainly be drowned," answered the worthy confidant, with a scanning glance at his superior.

"It is more than probable," tranquilly observed the other. "The devil himself could scarcely save a fellow in a sea like this, though the tempest is abating." And he walked on whistling.

The lieutenant looked after him with a singular smile.

"Satisfactory," he muttered to himself, slightly shrugging his shoulders.

The honourable commander proceeded to give the necessary orders for manoeuvring the ship, and soon after retreated quietly below to take his supper in better humour than he had been for a long time. Before turning into his berth for the night, he took an open claspknife from his pocket, and, as he closed it, thought to himself:

"It served me well to-night; it severed the rope as if it had been a straw, and thus, by a dexterous cut, I have secured a fortune of fifty or sixty thousand pounds. Hurrah for an easy life in Old England henceforth! for I'll be hanged if I ever go into commission again after this profitable voyage is ended, and then I shall have plenty of leisure to cajole my worthy mother and father-in-law, and institute myself heir to all the wealth which this jackanapes was otherwise destined to inherit."

IN SPAIN.*

ON almost any fine evening in Madrid you may see a fat, shortlegged, narrow-chested old man, with most inexpressive features, driving along the Fuenta Castellana in a royal carriage. This gentleman is Don Francisco de Paula, Infant of Spain, youngest brother of Ferdinand VII., father of the present titulary King of Spain, fatherin-law to Queen Isabella, and her uncle on two sides, as Ferdinand's brother and as the husband of Queen Christina's sister. Among the scandals of Madrid is a report that the queen is still more nearly related to him, which may account for the repugnance poor Isabella felt to her present marriage. Don Francisco's first wife was the Neapolitan Princess Louisa Charlotte; subsequently he married a dancer of Madrid, of irreproachable character, who made him, as they say, a good wife. After her death the queen_raised a child by this marriage, a boy of eight or nine, to the rank of a grandee, which occasioned many remarks in the democratic papers, showing more wit than respectful feeling. But why discuss old Francisco ? The fact is that, with all his weakness and unimportance, he is an historical personage, the cause of that eventful insurrection of the people, the origin of the overthrow of Napoleonic power. We can never look at the ungainly figure of the old Infant without remembering that the great national festival of the second of May could never have grown into an institution without him; therefore we feel for him a kind of reverential awe.

Preparations were going forward to carry little Francisco, the youngest child of imbecile Charles V., to Bayonne. Charles and his disobedient son Ferdinand were already in the treacherous net, and Napoleon's purpose was to rob the Spaniards of this puny scion of royalty, round whom they as loyal subjects might muster, and in whose tiny hands the national banner might rest. Then it was that the real design of this friendly intervention and neighbourly alliance first became clear to the people, and on the 2nd of May, 1808, they assembled before the palace. The lower orders were in commotion, several shots were fired, and barricades erected, while the menacing cry of "Muerte a los Gavachos!" resounded through the streets of Madrid, still the most compact and thickly populated city in Europe. The cry reached the ears of Don Pedro Velarde, a young captain of artillery, one of the few who had seen the danger of Napoleon's schemes. He had at first been an ardent admirer of Napoleon and his military genius; but when he discovered his plans against his country, his devotion to him was turned into vindictive hatred. As soon as he had ascertained the cause of the tumult, he went to solicit permission to lead a party of the national militia lodged in the Calle de San Bernardo. The request was complied with, although every

*Aus Spanien. Von Gustav Hörner, Gesandter der vereinigten Staaten zu Madrid in den Jahren 1862, 1863, und 1864. Frankfürt: A. M. Sauerlander. London: Williams and Norgate.

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