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them. I shouted to them, till my voice, hollow and broken, dwindled into a feeble whisper. The foremost of them was now within a mile of me. I could see men thronging the decks, and methought even at that distance I could distinguish them, all with their eyes fixed on me, and some surveying me through glasses. But they did not deviate from their course--they seemed passing me; I tore the garments from my back, and waved them in the air. They passed on in their course. The second came, and the third_all_all_they passed me, and replied not to my frantic signals. The seventh and last, the convoy of the squadron, now appeared. The starry flag of my country fluttered from her peak. My gestures and cries were now like those of a madman. I flung my neckcloth high in the air ; and the wind swept it from me into the sea.
But they saw it—they saw it! They fired a gun; and I looked for them to lay to. I watched for the launching of the boat. I deceived myself. It was a signal for the squadron to vary their course ; and squadron and convoy soon vanished from my eyes.
I swooned, and revived to curse my fate and act the madman. The sun was setting. I crawled to a brink of the ice, fully resolved to throw myself into the sea. A dark object presented itself to my eyes, lying immediately under the island, and night had not so far advanced, as to prevent me from recognising in this singular apparition, a wreck, water-logged and without masts, rolling heavily in the sea. Something moved upon the stern. O heaven ! was it a human being—one like myself, spared to be mocked as I had been ?-I endeavoured to call aloud, but my previous exertions had left me voiceless. I presented myself on the cliff, and this miserable creature now appeared to me a dog, which, seeing me, set up a loud howl. It was not the plaintive cry we so often
hear uttered by this animal; not the animated yelp of recognition : no-hunger had changed its nature, as it had changed mine-it was the howl of a famished fiend, the scream of a beast of prey. This also disappeared, and night was again upon the ocean. The morning came : I cared not for it.
The sun was melting my island under me, and must soon mingle it with the waters : I cared not for that. Days passed ; I forgot to count them. I was resigned to my fate ; the pangs of hunger were now unfelt. I was happy, for I knew I was dying : but death came slowly, my constitution resisted him. I lay in a horrid stupor.
From this state I was roused by a human voice-yes, many voices shouting and calling aloud. I crawled from my cave-I rose feebly to my feet. A ship with her sails backed, lay a few furlongs to windward of me. They had descried my handkerchief, which I had hung upon a branch of the pine, and stuck in one of the most elevated parts of the island.
They saw me, and shouted cheeringly and triumphantly. They put out a boat, which approached the ice : but its sharp and upright sides rendered it impossible for them to land on it. I succeeded in crawling to a part of the berg, where it inclined shelvingly to the water, and as a last effort, slid myself down into the sea.
I was taken up, and found myself fostered among the rude hut kind-hearted tars of my own country.
THE PHILOSOPHY OF WHIST.
BY C. W. THOMSON.
THE road of life is but a game,
And some for pleasure feel-
Some men assume the part of trade,
While some to wealth incline,
The diamond of the mine.
In clubs some take an active part-
Their disappointment rue.
All have their different parts assign'd, And ranks throughout the world we find,
'Mid people red and black, Each on the one below him leansSome rise aloft to Kings and Queens,
Some sink to humble Jack.
But whether stationed high or low,
Free from reproving thumps,
The very ace of trumps.
Some men will shuffle through their day,
Unmoved they seem to stand,
A miserable hand.
The daring spirits take the lead,
the bitter fruit.
How oft alas! it is the fate
To play a luckless club,
A heart had gained the rub.
By honour some their fortunes win,
To profit as they may-