The wind had by this time backed to the east, and there was a shudder amongst the watchers on the cliff as they realized the terrible danger in which she now was Between her and the port lay the great flat reef on which so many good ships have from time to time suffered, and, with the wind blowing from its present quarter, it would be quite impossible that she should fetch the entrance of the harbour It was now nearly the hour of high tide, but the waves were so great that in their troughs the shallows of the shore were almost visible, and the schooner, with all sails set, was rushing with such speed that, in the words of one old salt, "she must fetch up somewhere, if it was only in hell"Then came another rush of sea-fog, greater than any hitherto, a mass of dank mist, which seemed to close on all things like a gray pall, and left available to men only the organ of hearing, for the roar of the tempest, and the crash of the thunder, and the booming of the mighty billows came through the damp oblivion even louder than beforeThe rays of the searchlight were kept fixed on the harbour mouth across the East Pier, where the shock was expected, and men waited breathless The wind suddenly shifted to the northeast, and the remnant of the sea fog melted in the blastAnd then, mirabile dictu, between the piers, leaping from wave to wave as it rushed at headlong speed, swept the strange schooner before the blast, with all sail set, and gained the safety of the harbourThe searchlight followed her, and a shudder ran through all who saw her, for lashed to the helm was a corpse, with drooping head, which swung horribly to and fro at each motion of the shipNo other form could be seen on the deck at all A great awe came on all as they realised that the ship, as if by a miracle, had found the harbour, unsteered save by the hand of a dead man! However, all took place more quickly than it takes to write these wordsThe schooner paused not, but rushing across the harbour, pitched herself on that accumulation of sand and gravel washed by many tides and many storms into the southeast corner of the pier jutting under the East Cliff, known locally as Tate Hill Pier There was of course a considerable concussion as the vessel drove up on the sand heapEvery spar, rope, and stay was strained, and some of the 'top-hammer' came crashing downBut, strangest of all, the very instant the shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck from below, as if shot up by the concussion, and running forward, jumped from the bow on the sand Making straight for the steep cliff, where the churchyard hangs over the laneway to the East Pier so steeply that some of the flat tombstones, thruffsteans or through-stones, as they call them in Whitby vernacular, actually project over where the sustaining cliff has fallen away, it disappeared in the darkness, which seemed intensified just beyond the focus of the searchlight It so happened that there was no one at the moment on Tate Hill Pier, as all those whose houses are in close proximity were either in bed or were out on the heights aboveThus the coastguard on duty on the eastern side of the harbour, who at once ran down to the little pier, was the first to climb aboardThe men working the searchlight, after scouring the entrance of the harbour without seeing anything, then turned the light on the derelict and kept it thereThe coastguard ran aft, and when he came beside the wheel, bent over to examine it, and recoiled at once as though under some sudden emotionThis seemed to pique general curiosity, and quite a number of people began to run It is a good way round from the West Cliff by the Draw-bridge to Tate Hill Pier, but your correspondent is a fairly good runner, and came well ahead of the crowdWhen I arrived, however, I found already assembled on the pier a crowd, whom the coastguard and police refused to allow to come on boardBy the courtesy of the chief boatman, I was, as your correspondent, permitted to climb on deck, and was one of a small group who saw the dead seaman whilst actually lashed to the wheel It was no wonder that the coastguard was surprised, or even awed, for not often can such a sight have been seenThe man was simply fastened by his hands, tied one over the other, to a spoke of the wheelBetween the inner hand and the wood was a crucifix, the set of beads on which it was fastened being around both wrists and wheel, and all kept fast by the binding cordsThe poor fellow may have been seated at one time, but the flapping and buffeting of the sails had worked through the rudder of the wheel and had dragged him to and fro, so that the cords with which he was tied had cut the flesh to the bone Accurate note was made of the state of things, and a doctor, Surgeon JCaffyn, of 33, East Elliot Place, who came immediately after me, declared, after making examination, that the man must have been dead for quite two days In his pocket was a bottle, carefully corked, empty save for a little roll of paper, which proved to be the addendum to the log The coastguard said the man must have tied up his own hands, fastening the knots with his teethThe fact that a coastguard was the first on board may save some complications later on, in the Admiralty Court, for coastguards cannot claim the salvage which is the right of the first civilian entering on a derelictAlready, however, the legal tongues are wagging, and one young law student is loudly asserting that the rights of the owner are already completely sacrificed, his property being held in contravention of the statues of mortmain, since the tiller, as emblemship, if not proof, of delegated possession, is held in a dead hand It is needless to say that the dead steersman has been reverently removed from the place where he held his honourable watch and ward till death, a steadfastness as noble as that of the young Casabianca, and placed in the mortuary to await inquest Already the sudden storm is passing, and its fierceness is abatingCrowds are scattering backward, and the sky is beginning to redden over the Yorkshire wolds I shall send, in time for your next issue, further details of the derelict ship which found her way so miraculously into harbour in the storm-The sequel to the strange arrival of the derelict in the storm last night is almost more startling than the thing itselfIt turns out that the schooner is Russian from Varna, and is called the DemeterShe is almost entirely in ballast of silver sand, with only a small amount of cargo, a number of great wooden boxes filled with shop mould

Clare always laughs when I make the least allusion to my ill health,? said Marie, with the voice of a suffering martyr?I only hope the day won?t come when he?ll remember it!? and Marie put her handkerchief to her eyes Of course, there was rather a foolish silenceClare got up, looked at his watch, and said he had an engagement down streetEva tripped away after him, and Miss Ophelia and Marie remained at the table alone ?Now, that?s just like StClare!? said the latter, withdrawing her handkerchief with somewhat of a spirited flourish when the criminal to be affected by it was no longer in sight?He never realizes, never can, never will, what I suffer, and have, for yearsIf I was one of the complaining sort, or ever made any fuss about my ailments, there would be some reason for itMen do get tired, naturally, of a complaining wifeBut I?ve kept things to myself, and borne, and borne, till StClare has got in the way of thinking I can bear anything Miss Ophelia did not exactly know what she was expected to answer to this While she was thinking what to say, Marie gradually wiped away her tears, and smoothed her plumage in a general sort of way, as a dove might be supposed to make toilet after a shower, and began a housewifely chat with Miss Ophelia, concerning cupboards, closets, linen-presses, store-rooms, and other matters, of which the latter was, by common understanding, to assume the direction,?giving her so many cautious directions and charges, that a head less systematic and business-like than Miss Ophelia?s would have been utterly dizzied and confounded ?And now,? said Marie, ?I believe I?ve told you everything; so that, when my next sick turn comes on, you?ll be able to go forward entirely, without consulting me;?only about Eva,?she requires watching ?She seems to be a good child, very,? said Miss Ophelia; ?I never saw a better child ?Eva?s peculiar,? said her mother, ?veryThere are things about her so singular; she isn?t like me, now, a particle;? and Marie sighed, as if this was a truly melancholy consideration Miss Ophelia in her own heart said, ?I hope she isn?t,? but had prudence enough to keep it down ?Eva always was disposed to be with servants; and I think that well enough with some childrenNow, I always played with father?s little negroes?it never did me any harmBut Eva somehow always seems to put herself on an equality with every creature that comes near herIt?s a strange thing about the childI never have been able to break her of itClare, I believe, encourages her in itClare indulges every creature under this roof but his own wife Again Miss Ophelia sat in blank silence ?Now, there?s no way with servants,? said Marie, ?but to put them down, and keep them downIt was always natural to me, from a childEva is enough to spoil a whole house-fullWhat she will do when she comes to keep house herself, I?m sure I don?t knowI hold to being kind to servants?I always am; but you must make ?em know their placeEva never does; there?s no getting into the child?s head the first beginning of an idea what a servant?s place is! You heard her offering to take care of me nights, to let Mammy sleep! That?s just a specimen of the way the child would be doing all the time, if she was left to herself ?Why,? said Miss Ophelia, bluntly, ?I suppose you think your servants are human creatures, and ought to have some rest when they are tired ?Certainly, of courseI?m very particular in letting them have everything that comes convenient,?anything that doesn?t put one at all out of the way, you knowMammy can make up her sleep, some time or other; there?s no difficulty about thatShe?s the sleepiest concern that ever I saw; sewing, standing, or sitting, that creature will go to sleep, and sleep anywhere and everywhereNo danger but Mammy gets sleep enoughBut this treating servants as if they were exotic flowers, or china vases, is really ridiculous,? said Marie, as she plunged languidly into the depths of a voluminous and pillowy lounge, and drew towards her an elegant cut-glass shop vinaigrette

?Why, Eva, child, don?t you think they are well enough off now?? ?O, but, papa, if anything should happen to you, what would become of them? There are very few men like you, papaUncle Alfred isn?t like you, and mamma isn?t; and then, think of poor old Prue?s owners! What horrid things people do, and can do!? and Eva shuddered ?My dear child, you are too sensitiveI?m sorry I ever let you hear such stories ?O, that?s what troubles me, papaYou want me to live so happy, and never to have any pain,?never suffer anything,?not even hear a sad story, when other poor creatures have nothing but pain and sorrow, an their lives;?it seems selfishI ought to know such things, I ought to feel about them! Such things always sunk into my heart; they went down deep; I?ve thought and thought about themPapa, isn?t there any way to have all slaves made free?? ?That?s a difficult question, dearestThere?s no doubt that this way is a very bad one; a great many people think so; I do myself I heartily wish that there were not a slave in the land; but, then, I don?t know what is to be done about it!? ?Papa, you are such a good man, and so noble, and kind, and you always have a way of saying things that is so pleasant, couldn?t you go all round and try to persuade people to do right about this? When I am dead, papa, then you will think of me, and do it for my sakeI would do it, if I could ?When you are dead, Eva,? said St?O, child, don?t talk to me so! You are all I have on earth ?Poor old Prue?s child was all that she had,?and yet she had to hear it crying, and she couldn?t help it! Papa, these poor creatures love their children as much as you do meO! do something for them! There?s poor Mammy loves her children; I?ve seen her cry when she talked about themAnd Tom loves his children; and it?s dreadful, papa, that such things are happening, all the time!? ?There, there, darling,? said StClare, soothingly; ?only don?t distress yourself, don?t talk of dying, and I will do anything you wish ?And promise me, dear father, that Tom shall have his freedom as soon as??she stopped, and said, in a hesitating tone??I am gone!? ?Yes, dear, I will do anything in the world,?anything you could ask me to ?Dear papa,? said the child, laying her burning cheek against his, ?how I wish we could go together!? ?Where, dearest?? said St ?To our Saviour?s home; it?s so sweet and peaceful there?it is all so loving there!? The child spoke unconsciously, as of a place where she had often been?Don?t you want to go, papa?? she saidClare drew her closer to him, but was silent ?You will come to me,? said the child, speaking in a voice of calm certainty which she often used unconsciously ?I shall come after youI shall not forget you The shadows of the solemn evening closed round them deeper and deeper, as StClare sat silently holding the little frail form to his bosomHe saw no more the deep eyes, but the voice came over him as a spirit voice, and, as in a sort of judgment vision, his whole past life rose in a moment before his eyes: his mother?s prayers and hymns; his own early yearnings and aspirings for good; and, between them and this hour, years of worldliness and scepticism, and what man calls respectable livingWe can think much, very much, in a momentClare saw and felt many things, but spoke nothing; and, as it grew darker, he took his child to her bed-room; and, when she was prepared for rest; he sent away the attendants, and rocked her in his arms, and sung to her till she was asleep Chapter 25 The Little Evangelist It was Sunday afternoonClare was stretched on a bamboo lounge in the verandah, solacing himself with a cigarMarie lay reclined on a sofa, opposite the window opening on the verandah, closely secluded, under an awning of transparent gauze, from the outrages of the mosquitos, and languidly holding in her hand an elegantly bound prayer-bookShe was holding it because it was Sunday, and she imagined she had been reading it,?though, in fact, she had been only taking a succession of short naps, with it open in her hand Miss Ophelia, who, after some rummaging, had hunted up a small Methodist meeting within riding distance, had gone out, with Tom as driver, to attend it; and Eva had accompanied them ?I say, Augustine,? said Marie after dozing a while, ?I must send to the city after my old Doctor Posey; I?m sure I?ve got the complaint of the heart ?Well; why need you send for him? This doctor that attends Eva seems skilful ?I would not trust him in a critical case,? said Marie; ?and I think I may say mine is becoming so! I?ve been thinking of it, these two or three nights past; I have such distressing pains, and such strange feelings ?O, Marie, you are blue; I don?t believe it?s heart complaint ?I dare say you don?t,? said Marie; ?I was prepared to expect thatYou can be alarmed enough, if Eva coughs, or has the least thing the matter with her; but you never think of shop me

At a period when the attention of Government to science had not undergone any marked change, a most unexpected occurrence took place His Majesty intimated to the Royal Society, through his Secretary of State, his intention to found two gold medals, of the value of fifty guineas each, to be awarded annually by the Council of the Royal Society, according to the rules they were desired to frame for that purpose The following is the copy of MrPeel's letter:-- WHITEHALL, December 3d, 1825 SIR, I am commanded by the King to acquaint you, that His Majesty proposes to found two gold medals, of the value of fifty guineas each, to be awarded as honorary premiums, under the direction of the President and Council of the Royal Society, in such a manner as shall, by the excitement of competition among men of science, seem best calculated to promote the object for which the Royal Society was instituted His Majesty desires to receive from the President and Council of the Royal Society their opinion upon the subject generally of the regulations which it may be convenient to establish with regard to the appropriation of the medals; and I have, therefore, to request that you will make the necessary communication to the Council of the Royal Society, in order that His Majesty's wishes may be carried into effect I have the honour to be,

?I?s done my tears!? she said, looking grimly at the trader, who was coming up?I does not feel to cry ?fore dat ar old limb, no how!? ?Get in!? said Haley to Tom, as he strode through the crowd of servants, who looked at him with lowering brows Tom got in, and Haley, drawing out from under the wagon seat a heavy pair of shackles, made them fast around each ankle A smothered groan of indignation ran through the whole circle, and MrsShelby spoke from the verandah,??MrHaley, I assure you that precaution is entirely unnecessary ?Don? know, ma?am; I?ve lost one five hundred dollars from this yer place, and I can?t afford to run no more risks ?What else could she spect on him?? said Aunt Chloe, indignantly, while the two boys, who now seemed to comprehend at once their father?s destiny, clung to her gown, sobbing and groaning vehemently ?I?m sorry,? said Tom, ?that Mas?r George happened to be away George had gone to spend two or three days with a companion on a neighboring estate, and having departed early in the morning, before Tom?s misfortune had been made public, had left without hearing of it ?Give my love to Mas?r George,? he said, earnestly Haley whipped up the horse, and, with a steady, mournful look, fixed to the last on the old place, Tom was whirled awayShelby at this time was not at homeHe had sold Tom under the spur of a driving necessity, to get out of the power of a man whom he dreaded,?and his first feeling, after the consummation of the bargain, had been that of reliefBut his wife?s expostulations awoke his half-slumbering regrets; and Tom?s manly disinterestedness increased the unpleasantness of his feelingsIt was in vain that he said to himself that he had a right to do it,?that everybody did it,?and that some did it without even the excuse of necessity;?he could not satisfy his own feelings; and that he might not witness the unpleasant scenes of the consummation, he had gone on a short business tour up the country, hoping that all would be over before he returned Tom and Haley rattled on along the dusty road, whirling past every old familiar spot, until the bounds of the estate were fairly passed, and they found themselves out on the open pikeAfter they had ridden about a mile, Haley suddenly drew up at the door of a blacksmith?s shop, when, taking out with him a pair of handcuffs, he stepped into the shop, to have a little alteration in them ?These yer ?s a little too small for his build,? said Haley, showing the fetters, and pointing out to Tom ?Lor! now, if thar an?t Shelby?s TomHe han?t sold him, now?? said the smith ?Yes, he has,? said Haley ?Now, ye don?t! well, reely,? said the smith, ?who?d a thought it! Why, ye needn?t go to fetterin? him up this yer wayHe?s the faithfullest, best crittur?? ?Yes, yes,? said Haley; ?but your good fellers are just the critturs to want ter run offThem stupid ones, as doesn?t care whar they go, and shifless, drunken ones, as don?t care for nothin?, they?ll stick by, and like as not be rather pleased to be toted round; but these yer prime fellers, they hates it like sinNo way but to fetter ?em; got legs,?they?ll use ?em,?no mistake ?Well,? said the smith, feeling among his tools, ?them plantations down thar, stranger, an?t jest the place a Kentuck nigger wants to go to; they dies thar tol?able fast, don?t they?? ?Wal, yes, tol?able fast, ther dying is; what with the ?climating and one thing and another, they dies so as to keep the market up pretty brisk,? said Haley ?Wal, now, a feller can?t help thinkin? it?s a mighty pity to have a nice, quiet, likely feller, as good un as Tom is, go down to be fairly ground up on one of them ar sugar plantations ?Wal, he?s got a fa?r chanceI promised to do well by himI?ll get him in house-servant in some good old family, and then, if he stands the fever and ?climating, he?ll have a berth good as any nigger ought ter ask for ?He leaves his wife and chil?en up here, s?pose?? ?Yes; but he?ll get another tharLord, thar?s women enough everywhar,? said Haley Tom was sitting very mournfully on the outside of the shop while this conversation was going onSuddenly he heard the quick, short click of a horse?s hoof behind him; and, before he could fairly awake from his surprise, young Master George sprang into the wagon, threw his arms tumultuously round his neck, and was sobbing and scolding with energy ?I declare, it?s real mean! I don?t care what they say, any of ?em! It?s a nasty, mean shame! If I was a man, they shouldn?t do it,?they should not, so!? said George, with a kind of subdued howl ?O! Mas?r George! this does me good!? said Tom?I couldn?t bar to go off without seein? ye! It does me real good, ye can?t tell!? Here Tom made some movement of his feet, and George?s eye fell on the fetters ?What a shame!? he exclaimed, lifting his hands?I?ll knock that old fellow down?I will!? ?No you won?t, Mas?r George; and you must not talk so shop loud