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breakers, I was looking at Manby's appa- This dreadful catastrophe plunged all who ratus for saving the lives of persons on a were on board the yawl or boat into the sea. wreck, then practising, and but for the 'sing. " It was terrible,” says Brock, “to listen to ing out’ of my messmates, which caught my the cries of the poor fellows, some of whom ear, should have been too late; but I reached could swim, while others could not. Mixed in time to jump in with wet feet.”

with the hissing of the water and the About four o'clock they came up with the howlings of the storm, I heard shrieks for vessel, which proved to be a Spanish brig, mercy, and some that had no meaning but Paquete de Bilboa, laden with a general cargo, what arose from fear. I struck out, to get and bound from Hamburg to Cadiz, leaky, clear of the crowd, and in a few minutes there and both pumps at work. After a great deal was no noise, for most of the men had sunk; of chaffering and haggling in regard to the and on turning round, I saw the boat was amount of salvage always the case with still kept from going down by the wind foreigners), and some little altercation with

having got under the sails.

I then swam part of the boat's crew as to which of them back to her, and assisted an old man to 'get should stay with the vessel, T. Layton (a hold of one of her spars. The boat's side Gatt pilot), J. Woolsey, and George Darling, was about three feet under water, and for a boatmen, were finally chosen to assist in

few minutes I stood upon her; but I found pumping and piloting her into Yarmouth

she was gradually settling down, and when harbour. The remainder of the crew of the

up to my chest, I again left her, and swam yawl were then sent away. The brig at this

away, and now for the first time began to time was about five miles to the eastward of

think of my own awful condition. My comthe Newarp floating light, off Winterton on

panions were all drowned, at least I supposed the Norfolk coast, the weather looked squally. so. How long it was up to this period from On passing the light in their homeward

the boat's capsizing I cannot exactly say: in course, a signal was made for them to go

such cases, sir, there is no time; but now I alongside, and they were requested to take on reflected that it was half-past six p.m. just sbore a sick man, and the poor fellow being before the acc dent occurred; that the nearest comfortably placed upon some jackets and land at the time was six miles distant; spare coats, they again showed off, and set all

that it was dead low water, and the flood. sail (three lugs); they had a fresh breeze from

tide setting off the shore, making to the the W.S.W. And now again my readers southward; therefore, should I ever reach shall have Brock's own words :-" There was

the land, it would take me at least fifteen a little better than a pint of liquor in the miles setting up with the flood before the ebb boat, which the Spaniard had given us, and would assist me." the bottle had passed once round, each man At this moment a rush horse-collar covered taking a mouthful, and about half of it was

with old netting, which had been used as one thus consumed. Most of us had got a bit of of the boat's fenders, floated close to him, bread or biscuit in his hand, making a sort which he laid hold of, and, getting his knife of light meal, and into the bargain I had hold out, he stripped it of the net-work, and, by of the main-sheet. We had passed the buoy putting his left hand through it, was sup. of the Newarp a few minutes, and the light | ported till he had cut the waistband of his was about two miles astern; we had talked petticoat trowsers, which then fell off. His of our job (that is, our earnings), and had just striped frock, waistcoat, and neckcloth were calculated that by ten o'clock we should be at also similarly got rid of: but he dared not Yarmouth." This hope proved fallacious. try to free himself of his oiled trousers, Without the slightest notice of its approach, drawers, or shirt, fearing that his legs might a terrific squall from the northward took the become entangled in the attempt; he thereyawl's sails flat aback, and the ballast which fore returned his knife into the pocket of his they had trimmed to windward, being thus trousers, and put the collar over his head, suddenly changed to leeward, she was upset which, although it assisted in keeping him in an instant.

above water, retarded his swimming; and after


a few moments, thinking what was best to be chequered buoy of St. Nicholas' Gatt, off done, he determined to abandon it. He now, Yarmouth, and opposite his own door, but to his great surprise, perceived one of his distant from the land four miles. And now messmates swimming ahead of him, but he again he held council with himself, and the did not hail him. The roaring of the liurri- energies of his mind seemed almost supercane was past; the cries of drowning men human; he had been five hours in the water, were no longer heard ; and the moon-beams and here was something to hold on by; he were casting their silvery light over the could have even got upon the buoy, and some smooth surface of the deep, calm and silent vessel might come near to pick him up; and as the grave over which he floated, and into

the question was, could he yet hold out four which he saw this last of his companions miles ? But, as he says, “I knew the night descend without a struggle or a cry as he air would soon finish me, and had I stayed approached within twenty yards of him. but a few minutes upon the buoy, and then

Up to this time Winterton Light had altered my mind, how did I know that my served instead of a land-mark, to direct his limbs would again resume their office ?” He course; but the tide had now carried him out

found the tide (to use a sea term) was broke. of sight of it, and in its stead "a bright star It did not run so strong; so he abandoned stood over where” his hopes of safety regted. the buoy, and steered for the land, towards With his eyes steadfastly fixed upon it, he which, with the wind from the eastward, he continued swimming on, calculating the time found he was now fast approaching. The last when the tide would turn. But his trials trial of his fortitude was now at hand, for were not yet past. As if to prove the power which he was totally unprepared, and which of human fortitude, the sky became suddenly he considered (sailors being not a little superoverclouded, and “darkness was upon the stitious) the most difficult of any he had face of the deep.” He no longer knew his to combat. Soon after he left the buoy, he course, and he confessed that for a moment heard just above his head a sort of whizzing he was afraid; yet he felt that " fear is but sound, which his imagination conjured into the betraying of the succours which reason the prelude to the "rushing of a mighty offereth;' " and that which roused him to wind," and close to his ear there followed a further exertion would have sealed the fate

smart splash in the water, and a sudden of almost any other human being-a sudden shriek that went through him, such as is short cracking peal of thunder brust in stun- heardning loudness just over his head, and the

“When the lone sea-bird wakes its wildest cry." forked and flashing lightning at brief intervals threw its vivid fires around him. This, too, The fact was, a large grey gull, mistaking him in its turn passed away, and left the wave for a corpse, had made a dash at him, and its once more calm and unruffled ;

the moon loud discordant scream in a moment brought (nearly full). again threw a more brilliant a countless number of these formidable birds light upon the bosom of the sea, which the

together, all prepared to contest for and share storm had gone over without waking from its the spoil. These large and powerful foes he slumbers. His next effort was to free himself had now to scare from their intended prey, from his heavy laced boots, which greatly and by shouting and splashing with his hands encumbered him, and in which he succeeded and feet, in a few minutes they vanished from by the aid of his knife. He now saw Lowes- sight and hearing. toft High Lighthouse, and could occasionally He now caught sight of a vessel at anchor, discern the tops of the cliffs beyond Gorleston but a great way off, and to get within hail of on the Suffolk coast. The swell of the sea her he must swim over Corton Sands (the drove him over the Cross-sand Ridge, and he grave of thousands), the breakers at this then got sight of a buoy, which, although it time showing their angry white crests. As told him bis exact position, as he says, "took he approached, the wind suddenly changed, him rather aback," as he had hoped he was the consequence of which was, that the swell nearer the shore. It proved to be the of the sea met him, and now again for his


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own description:-“I got a great deal of water down my throat, which greatly weakened me, and I felt certain that, should this continue, it would soon be all over; and I prayed that the wind might change, or that God would take away my senses before I felt what it was to drown. In less time than I am telling you I had driven over the sands into smooth water, the wind and the swell came again from the eastward, and my strength returned to me as fresh as in the beginning."

He now felt assured that he could reach the shore, but he considered it would be better to get within hail of the brig, some distance to the southward of him, and the most difficult task of the two, as the ebb tide was now running, which, although it carried him towards the land, set to the northward; and to gain the object of his choice would require much greater exertion. But, said Brock, “If I gained the shore, could I get out of the surf, which at this time was heavy on the beach? And supposing I succeeded in this point, should I be able to walk, climb the cliffs, and get to a house? If not, there was little chance of life remaining long in me; but if I could make myself heard on board the brig, then I should secure immediate assistance. I got within two hundred yards of her, the nearest possible approach, and summoning all my strength, I sung out as well as if I had been on shore.” Brock was happily answered from the deck, a boat was instantly lowered, and at half-past 1 a.m., having swam seven hours in an October night, he was safe on board the brig Betsy, of Sunderland, coal laden, at anchor in Corton Roads, fourteen miles from the spot where the boat was capsized.

Once safe on board,"nature cried, Enough;" he fainted, and continued insensible for some time. All that humanity could suggest was done for him by the captain and his crew; they had no spirits on board, but they had bottled ale, which they made warm; and by placing Brock before a good fire, rubbing him dry, and putting him in hot blankets, he was at length, with great difficulty, enabled to swallow a little of the ale; but it caused excruciating pain, as his throat was in a state of high inflammation from inhaling so long the saline particles of sea and air, and it was

now swollen very much, and, as he says, he feared he should be suffocated. He, however, after a little time, fell into a sleep, which refreshed and strengthened him, but he awoke to intense bodily suffering. Round his neck and chest he was perfectly flayed: the soles of his feet, his hands, and his hamstrings, were also excoriated. In this state, at about 9 a.m., the brig getting under weigh with the tide, he was put ashore at Lowestoft in Suffolk, whence he immediately despatched a messenger to Yarmouth with the sad ti. dings of the fate of the yawl and the rest of her crew.

Being now safely housed under the roof of a relative, with good nursing and medical assistance, he was enabled to walk back to Yarmouth in five days from the time of the accident. The knife, which he considered as the great means of his being saved, he preserved with great care, and in all probability it will be shown a century hence by his des. cendants. It was a common horn-handled knife, having one blade about five inches long. A piece of silver was afterwards riveted on, covering one side, on which the following inscription was placed, giving the names of the crew of the yawl when she upset :-“Brown, Emmerson, Smith, Bray, Budds, Fenn, Rushmere, Boult. Brock, aided by his knife, was saved after being seven and a half hours in the sea, 6th Oct., 1835."

“It was a curious thing, sir,” said Brock, as I was listening to his extraordinary parrative, “that I had been without a knife for some time, and only purchased this two days before it became so useful to me; and having to make some boat's tholes, it was as sharp as a razor."

I know not what phrenologists might say to Brock's head, but I fancied, whilst studying his very handsome face and expression of countenance, that there I could see his heart. His bodily proportions, excepting height, were Herculean; standing only five feet five inches high, his weight, without any protuberance of body, was fourteen stone; his age at the time spoken of was thirty-one; his manners were quiet yet communicative; he told his tale without the slightest bombast or any clap-trap to awaken the sympathies of those that flocked about him. In the honest


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Fireside fables.


(Continued from page 234.) V. THE NEW ARRIVAL.

Do tell me. Is it longer p" asked the

Skye Terrier.
PAVE you seen the new comer p” “I tell you I don't know anything about

asked the Skye Terrier of the Tabby her,” said the Tabby.

Cat, who was sulking in a corner. “But you have seen her. Surely you I've seen her,” said the Tabby Cat. noticed the length of her hair,” said the Skye

“ What do you think of her?” asked the Terrier. Skye Terrier.

“I didn't notice anything. I tell you

she “I think she is like all other cats,” said is not according to my taste," said the Tabby. the Tabby.

“Because she is so ugly? Poor thing“But that is impossible; for all cats are how trying for her!” said the Skye Terrier. not alike,” said the Skye Terrier.

“ Then of course she will obtain very little Well, I don't see anything remarkable attention from our mistress." about her then," said the Tabby.

· Will

you let me go to sleep in peace ?” “Is she the same colour as yourself p". said the Tabby fiercely. asked the Skye Terrier.

“Why, you haven't satisfied my curiosity “Not precisely,” replied the Tabby. yet,” said the Skye Terrier, winking at the

“ Then she cannot be exactly like you," Spaniel, who was listening to the conversasaid the Skye Terrier. “What is her colour, tion from a corner.

" Then you may satisfy yourself. I am “White, if you particularly wish to know," tired of the subject.” said the Tabby sulkily.

“Just tell me one thing—is she in the “Indeed,—then she must be pretty,” said parlour now p" the Skye Terrier, who, though great friends “Very likely," snapped the Tabby. with the Tabby, liked to tease her. “Don't “But don't you always go there yourself at you admire her p"

this time p" asked the Skye Terrier. "Some people might," said the Tabby “Not unless I choose," said the Tabby. evasively. “She is not according to my “You don't mean that they turned you tastep!

out, to make room for this—this beautiful• Is it true that she belongs to the hand- this ugly cat ?—which is it p” some Persian race? ” asked the Skye Ter- “She's just like other cats, and I was not rier.

turned out, but walked away myself,” said “How should I know p" inquired the the Tabby, with a swelling tail. Tabby snappishly

Ah!-out of consideration for her. How “Only by observing her hair. But per- kind !” said the Skye Terrier. haps it is no longer than your own."

“I did not wish to be in the same room,' "Perhaps not," growled the Tabby.

said the Tabby. “She does not suit me.”



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Very natural and reasonable. It is not pleasant to sit with ugly cats,” said the Skye Terrier, winking again.

But this was too much; and Tabby took her departure with all possible speed into the coal hole, whence she did not emerge for some hours.

“There's an instance of jealousy for you," said the Skye Terrier, turning to the Spaniel. “Why, I've seen the new cat myself, and she's a perfect beauty-for the kind of animal, you know,-white as snow, with long hair almost trailing on the ground. No wonder old Tabby felt cast into the shade. But she will do no good by sulking; and, however she may persuade herself that our new companion is just like other cats, she will certainly persuade no one else to believe it.”

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“Not I! What should I want to do that for? You think too much of your own opinion, Mr. Spider. Do you know that I was old and learned long before you came into existence ?"

“Well; you haven't any eyes, said the Spider. And I tell you, that the idea of men building this house is monstrous. Why, the fall of a single brick on a man's head would be sufficient to kill him; and yet you would have me believe that not this house alone, but all those piles of masonry that extend so far around, have been raised by men.”

Just answer me one question," said the Volume. “If men didn't build the houses, who did ?"

Why, they came,” said the Spider, not without hesitation. “ Or rather-at least, they have always been where they are.”

“Not at all. Fresh houses are constantly rising in every direction. You can't deny that."

“Well; they came somehow, of course," said the Spider.

“And you think that a more simple and more probable explanation than that they were built by man !” said the Volume, curling his leaves with scorn.

“Man didn't build them,” said the Spider. “ You can't


that he did.” “May be not,” said the Volume. “You and I have to believe many things that we can't see or prove."

“ I never do; and I'll never ask you to do so,” said the Spider, with decision.

“Won't you? Well, now, that is curious. But I suppose you'll maintain that you are a Spider?"

"Of course I am, What do you take me for?” asked the Spider.

“And that you have eight eyes ? ”

HE fact is, I don't believe it," said V the Spider loftily, as he crawled over

the study-table. “ Don't believe what?” inquired a handsome calf-bound Volume.

"Why, all that you have been telling me."

'Pray descend to particulars,” said the · Volume. “What is it you don't believe ?"

“Why, I don't believe that men built this house, for example,” said the Spider.

“Don't you? Why not?”
"It's impossible," said the Spider.

“But how do you know it to be impossible?" asked the Volume.

Why, I am sure of it,” persisted the Spider. “How could they? The house is a thousand times as big as a man.” “That's no reason," said the Volume.

Well, then, I don't believe it because I didn't see it done,” said the Spider.

"That's still less of a reason,” said the Volume.

“But I never believe anything I can't see," said the Spider.

" Then you must have remarkably small powers of belief, for your powers of vision are very confined,” said the Volume.

I'll tell you what,” said the Spider haughtily, man has two eyes, and you have none,



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