raise himself upon the table on his left elbow," how confoundedly mistaken I have been about Miss Anderson all along! I had no sort of idea that she was pretty, but may I never handle a rope, or trim a sail more, if she is not a girl fit to be the daughter of old Jupiter, who my schoolmaster used to spin long yarns about when I was a boy. What dost say, grey-head, doctor, lieutenant, is she not a fine wench, eh ?"

"Grey hairs are a honour to a man if he doesn't wilfully disgrace 'em," said Haverstraw, seriously ; "doctor I am none, Gilpin; I picked up all I know of sargery from the practicers aboard the man-o'-war where I larned my sea craft. They were practicers-they were sargens, I can tell you!"

"And a good one they have made of you, many thanks to them!" exclaimed Gilpin.

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Why, I had a considerable hankering toward the sargical art once, a long time back," said Haverstraw, with a slight sigh, as his thoughts glanced one passing moment to his younger days," and the ship-doctors seeing me a little handy in the sick wards, put me forrard there in war time."

"But what is your opinion of Miss Anderson ?" repeated the impatient Gilpin, after a heavy groan; "you are always particularly shy of speaking about her.”

“To my mind she is as nice a little girl as ever the eyes of man seed," said Haverstraw; "I love her as much as if she was my own flesh and blood. I knew her poor mother; Miss has just her amibleness, only she is a trifle braver-hearted. Now lie you still, and I will mix you a cooling drink that will send you to sleep, and then I hope you will do well.”

While Haverstraw had been speaking, he had propped Gilpin's head and shoulders with pillows on the table, and had covered him with a blanket. He now gathered up the articles he had used in the operation, and was leaving the room, when he looked back and said—

"Don't you forget, Mr. Gilpin, to thank Providence that you have weathered this hard gale as well as you have. Either of the blows you have had might have sent you into etarnity."

"None of your preaching, old gentleman!" exclaimed Gilpin; "I understand all that sort of thing; I tell you it is not a little will kill me-and so hurrah for the buccaneers !-death to the law bullies all the world over!-hurrah, hurrah!"

His shout, as before, was echoed by the other privateers present, and again the wounded prisoners looked unutterable rage. One covered his head with his blanket, permitting only his menacing eyes to appear; another half arose from his mattrass, and shook his cutlass at the insulting foes; a third threw a poker, which he had seized from the fireplace by which he lay, at Gilpin, but it fell short of its aim. It was in vain Haverstraw endeavoured to restore order, until the regular surgeon, joining him with his assistants, they removed the prisoners to a separate cabin, and thus effected their object.

Gilpin fell asleep under the influence of a strong sleeping draught, and his dreams of pain were brightened by the meek face of Miss Anderson, gazing on him with the compassion of a ministering angel, while she whispered words of pity in his ear in the softest tones imaginable.

Clinton and Jane had looked into Haverstraw's cabin, where the Pirate was while his own was occupied by the strangers, and finding him in a tranquil slumber, returned together to the society of the Earl and the ladies. The Earl was looking out of the cabin windows with uneasiness at the increasing swell of the waves, and calculating how long it would be before he should be able to return to the Niagara district, complaining all the while of the folly and danger of useless travelling, and wishing over and over that he had never left Toronto, except to return to England. Lady Hester, Miss Gresham, and Letitia, were seated at a mahogany table spread with salves, fragments of linen, sewing utensils, and other things required for the wounded.

"Are you ready to take the poultice, Miss Anderson ?" asked Lady Hester, who had not observed Clinton enter, and was busily stirring linseed in a coarse brown pan, her sleeves pushed up on her white arms.

Jane replied in the affirmative, and received the preparation from Lady Hester. The latter just then raised her brilliant eyes, which instantly sank before the ardent gaze of Clinton.

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Lady Hester is not too proud for deeds of charity," he ejaculated, in a low, penetrating tone; she turned from him with an indication of displeasure.

"If you please, sir, will it be long before we reach the shore?" asked Letitia, and the question relieved the awkward silence that prevailed.

"By evening, it was intended, I believe, that we should get into harbour," replied Clinton; " but if it be a little later, I hope you will not feel afraid."

"It will be midnight before we shall get in," said

the Earl, turning from the window, "if the ship moves on at its present slow pace. The wind seems to me to be growing high, young sir-is it not so?".

"I am no seaman, Lord Wilton," said Clinton, checking the Earl's air of superiority by his dignified manner, "and I have not particularly observed the weather during the last hour or two. The ship certainly seems to ride roughly now.'

He took hold of the back of a chair as he spoke, to steady himself, for the Fearless was now beginning to rock on a surfy swell, articles were knocking about the cabins, and presently nothing could be kept in its place that was not fastened.

The Earl became more and more ill-humoured; in the multiplicity of affairs that to-day had pressed on Jane and Deborah, he and the ladies had had to put up with a mere apology for a dinner, in the shape of hastilydressed fish and salted mutton, and the Earl being something of an epicure, this had not tended to sweeten his temper. All the drawing-room luxuries of an afternoon on terra firma, floated before his eye with tantalising minuteness, while the ship continued to toss, and he to be annoyed with the most unendurable sensations about the region of the stomach.

He had gone on deck, and Lady Hester had planted herself on the sofa, when Clinton, with seeming unconsciousness, threw himself in a chair by her side. He longed to make some allusion to the Colonel's death, but scarcely knew how to do it. At length he said, in that subdued and thrillingly tender tone, which was so well known and so feared by Lady Hester—

"The steamer received a communication from Toronto

while I was in it, and then I learnt of the great affliction you had sustained. I little thought, when I saw you last on Toronto-cliffs, Lady Hester, that you were fated to endure so much sorrow."

His eyes were turned upon her beaming with the feelings which found no other vent; he thought that she had never looked so surpassingly lovely as now; her widow's cap, her plain hair, and deep mourningdress, rather, in his partial opinion, increased than diminished her beauty, adding to them the master charm of a sentiment.

"And I," said Lady Hester, replying to his speech with great coldness, "never dreamt of finding Mr. Clinton deliberately treacherous to persons who relied on his honour."

She paused in pity for the feelings of Jane, who stood near, and on whose cheek the blood mantled high, as it did also on Clinton's.

"Treacherous, Lady Hester !" echoed the latter. "Yes, I spoke the word distinctly, and I repeat it— treacherous to those who relied on your honour."

"Madam, you are not aware that it was after I had engaged with his Excellency, the Governor, that I was recognised by my father."

"Oh yes, I am perfectly aware."

"And would it have been natural, would it have been kind, to assist my father's enemies to destroy him?"

"It would have been strictly right," rejoined Lady Hester, with more spirit than she was conscious of, “if you went at all with those enemies, for you had positively pledged your word to them to assist them, not to circumvent them. A person's word, sir, should be of some