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closed, so as to prevent the escape of the steam. Through these pipes the steam descends with its customary force, and is conducted by one main pipe all along under the carriage to the end of the platform, which is, in point of fact, the water tank, where it turns under till it reaches two large branch pipes which communicate with the cylinders, from which the pistons move and give motion to the machinery. The cranks of the axle are thus set in action, and the rotatory movement is given to the wheels. By the power thus engendered also a pump is worked, and which, by means of a flexible hose, pumps the water into the boiler, keeping the supply complete. The tank and furnace, it is calculated, will hold sufficient water and fuel for one hour's consumption, the former being sixty gallons."

The vehicle resembles the ordinary stage-coaches, but is rather larger and higher. Coke or charcoal are to form the fuel, by which means smoke will be avoided; the flues will be above the level of the seated passengers, and it is calculated that the motion of the carriage will always disperse the heated rarefied air from the flues.

The present carriage would carry six inside and fifteen outside passengers, independent of the guide, who is also the engineer. In front of the coach is a very capacious boot; while behind, that which assumes the appearance of a boot, is the case for the boiler and the furnace. The length of the vehicle, from end to end, is fifteen feet, and, with the pole and pilot-wheels, twenty feet. The diameter of the hind wheels is five feet; of the front wheels three feet nine inches; and of the pilot-wheels three feet. There is a treble perch, by which the machinery is support ed, and beneath which two propellers, in going up a hill, may be set in motion, somewhat similar to the action of a horse's legs under similar circumstances. In descending a hill,

there is a break fixed on the hind wheel to increase the friction; but independent of this, the guide has the power of lessening the force of the steam to any extent, by means of the lever to his right hand, which operates upon what is called the throttle valve, and by which he may stop the action of the steam altogether, and effect a counter vacuum in the cylinders. By this means also he regulates the rate of progress on the road, going at a pace of two miles or ten miles per hour, or even quicker if necessary.

There is another le

ver also by which he can stop the vehicle instanter, and, in fact, in a moment reverse the motion of the wheels, so as to prevent accident, as is the practice with the paddles of steam-vessels. The guide, who sits in front, keeps the vehicle in its proper course, by means of the pilotwheels acting upon the pole, like the handle of a garden-chair.

The weight of the carriage and its apparatus is estimated at 11⁄2 tons, and its wear and tear of the road, as compared with a carriage drawn by four horses, is as one to six. When the carriage is in progress the machinery is not heard, nor is there so much vibration as in an ordinary vehicle, from the superior solidity of the structure. The engine has a twelve-horse power, but may be increased to sixteen; while the actual power in use, except in ascending a hill, is but eight-horse.

The success of the present improved invention is stated to be decided; but the public will shortly have an opportunity of judging for themselves, as several experimental journeys are projected. If it should attain its anticipated perfection, the contrivance will indeed be a proud triumph of human ingenuity, which, aided by its economy, will doubtless recommend it to universal patronage. Mr. Gurney has already secured a patent for his invention; and he has our best wishes for his permanent success.


[It is said that the mother of Thomas-a-Becket was a Saracen woman, who " fell in love," as the phrase goes, with one of the noblest of the English chivalry, at least one of the earliest of the crusaders, and who, after his deparure to his native country, followed him thither-alone -on foot, -though not only unacquainted with all the English, except the knight alluded to, but without knowledge of the language spoken in the country, saving only the Christian name of the warrior, and "London," the place of his residence. She was baptized, and the rest may be guessed easily.]

HER feet have been upon those sands, where "prickles, thorn, and briar,"
Pain not the fainting frame so much, as doth their breath of fire,

No cloud upon that scorching sky-no parched herb to tell

Of gushing founts, that hope foretold—no welcome camel's well.

She shrunk not then, she trembled not, though "stifling, hot Simoom,"
Came o'er the waste, in dread array, in clouds of direst gloom-
She past them all untiringly ;—she won her fearful way

To where the crowded haunts of men showed perils fierce as they!

She bore the cruel mockery which shameless ones have thrown
Forever on those breasts, which bear souls nobler than their own.
Her eyes flashed fire one moment, then rushed out her woman's fears;
But, scoffed at and despised, yet upon her path she bears!

And sometimes, when those snowy feet were torn and bleeding fast,
And nature told, in bursting sighs," that this could never last,'

Some hearts there were some eyes not blind to beauty's speechless charm
Some hands which scrupled not to pour the oil and healing balm.

Then, from those cold and quivering lips, such honey accents broke,
That they who listened well might deem a very angel spoke;
They know not of that stranger tongue-nor of words which start,—
They only feel their sinking down," like kindness on the heart!"

She passed o'er the" ocean stream"-over the deep blue sea,
Girdling those proudly tall white cliffs, which Albion's boast may be ;
She reached the wide and open shore, where lands and waters kiss-
Then, only then, she fainted there-this was such happiness!

But onward by a smoother path-a sweeter-still she goes,
For only on one distant breast her heart may find repose.
And what were perils overcome, what countless deserts past,
If not upon that worshipped breast she sank in peace at last!

She stands within the laughing town, mid thousand joyous throngs,
Where sun-light falls, and gleam of gold, and din of reckless songs;
Each face is strange unto her heart, so is that revelry;

Oh say! when shall she meet that one whom she has bled to see?

Wild is the wonder of the throng,-how ardently they gaze
On her, who sought to steal unseen along that peopled maze;
With flushed cheek, one word alone, to all around she gave
The name of him who stood alone, the bravest of the brave!

And there came riding by in pomp, old England's chivalry,
And rang the heavens, as on they passed, with clamours deep and high.
And midst his peers, the proudest there, one lordly warrior came-
That one dear word her lip might speak-it was his cherished name!

He might have mingled with the throngs all Europe could have shown,
And, by the world, unrecked, unmarked, but not by one unknown!
He may but spring one little step, then never farther roam;
His ready arms have opened now-her dearly purchased home!

Her tale was not long time untold, the millions thunder cry,
Rose up in honor of her name, whose fame shall never die;
And blessings loaded every breath, and every passing gale,—

"Oh! woman's love, and woman's faith, when were they known to fail?"



SAILED from Liverpool for Jamaica, and after a pleasant voyage arrived at my destination, and discharged my cargo. My vessel was called the Lively Charlotte, a tight brig, well found for trading, and navigated by thirteen hands. I reloaded with sugar and rum for Halifax, intending to freight from that place for England before the setting in of winter. This object I could only achieve by using double diligence, allowing a reasonable time for accidental obstacles. My brig was built sharp for sailing fast, and I did not trouble myself about convoy, (it was during war,) as I could run a fair race with a common privateer, and we trusted to manoeuvring four heavy carronades, and a formidable, show of painted ports and quakers,* for escaping capture by any enemy not possessing such an overwhelming superiority of force as would give him confidence to run boldly close alongside, and find out what were really our means of defence. I speedily shipped what provisions and necessaries I wanted, and set sail. A breeze scarcely sufficient to fill the canvass carried us out of Port Royal harbour. The weather was insufferably hot; the air seemed full of fire, and the redness of the hemisphere, not long before sunset, glared as intensely as the flame of a burning city. Jamaica was very sickly; the yellow fever had destroyed numbers of the inhabitants, and three-fourths of all new comers speedily became its victims. I had been fortunate enough to lose only two men during my stay of three or four weeks, (Jack Wilson and Tom Waring,) but they were the two most sturdy and healthy seamen in the brig: the first died in thirty-nine hours after he was attacked, and the second on the fourth day. Two hands besides were ill

when we left, which reduced to nine the number capable of performing duty. I imagined that putting to sea was the best plan I could adopt to afford the sick a chance of recovery, and retard the spreading of the disorder among such as remained in health. But I was deceived. I carried the contagion with me, and on the evening of the day on which we lost sight of land, another hand died, and three more were taken ill. Still I congratulated myself I was no worse off, since other vessels had lost half their crews while in Port Royal, and some in much less time than we had remained there. We sailed prosperously through the windward passage, so close to Cuba that we could plainly distinguish the trees and shrubs growing upon it, and then shaped our course north-easterly, to clear the Bahamas, and gain the great ocean.

We had seen and lost sight of Crooked Island three days, when it became all at once a dead calm; even the undulation of the sea, commonly called the ground swell, subsided; the sails hung slackened from the yards; the vessel slept like a turtle on the ocean, which became as smooth as a summer mill-pond. The atmosphere could not have sustained a feather; cloudless and clear, the blue serene above and the water below were alike spotless, shadowless, and stagnant. Disappointment and impatience were exhibited by us all, while the sun flaring from the burning sky, melted the pitch in the rigging till it ran down on the decks, and a beefsteak might have been broiled on the anchor-fluke. We could not pace the planks without blistering our feet, until I ordered an awning over the deck for our protection: but still the languor we experienced was overpowering.

* Wooden guns: so called by seamen because they will not fight.

A dead calm is always viewed with an uneasy sensation by seamen, but in the present case it was more than usually unwelcome; to the sick it denied the freshness of the breeze that would have mitigated in some degree their agonies; and it gave a predisposition to the healthy to imbibe the contagion, lassitude and despondency being its powerful auxiliaries. Assisted by the great heat, the fever appeared to decompose the very substance of the blood; and its progress was so rapid, that no medicine could operate before death closed the scene of suffering. I had no surgeon on board, but from a medicine-chest I in vain administered the common remedies: but what remedies could be expected to act with efficacy, where the disease destroyed life almost as quickly as the current of life circulated! I had now but five men able to do duty, and never can I forget my feelings when three of these were taken ill on the fourth day of our unhappy inactivity. One of the sick expired, as I stood by his cot, in horrible convulsions. His skin was of a deep saffron hue; watery blood oozed from every pore, and from the corners of his eyes he seemed dissolving into blood, liquefying into death. Auother man rushed upon deck in a fit of delirium, and sprang over the ship's side into the very jaws of the numerous sharks that hovered ravenous around us, and seemed to be aware of the havoc death was making.

I had now the dreadful prospect of seeing all that remained perish, and prayed to God I might not be last; for I should then become an ocean solitary, dragging on a life of hours in every secoud. A day's space must then be an age of misery. There was still no appearance of a breeze springing up; the horrible calm appeared as if it would endure forever. A storm would have been welcome. The irritating indolence, the frightful loneliness and tranquillity that reigned around, united with the frequent presence of human dissolution, thinning our scanty number,

was more than the firmest nerves could sustain without yielding to despair.

Sleep fled far from me; I paced the deck at night, gazing upon the remnant of my crew in silence, and they upon me, hopeless and speechless. I looked at the brilliant stars that shone in tropical glory, with feverish and impatient feelings, wishing I were among them, or bereft of consciousness, or were anything but a man. A heavy presentiment of increasing evil bore down my spirits. I regarded the unruffled sea, dark and glassy, and the reflection of the heavens in it, as a sinner would have contemplated the mouth of hell. The scene, so beautiful at any other time, was terrible under my circumstances. I was overwhelmed with present and anticipated misery. Thirty years I had been accustomed to a sea-life, but I had never coutemplated that so horrible a situation as mine was possible; I had never imagined any state half so frightful could exist, though storms had often placed my life in jeopardy, and I had been twice shipwrecked. In the last misfortune mind and body were actively employed, and I had no leisure to brood over the future. To be passive, as I now was, with destruction creeping towards me inch by inch, to perceive the most horrible fate advancing slowly upon me, and be obliged to await its approach, pinioned, fixed to the spot, powerless, unable to keep the hope of deliverance alive by exertion-such a situation was the extreme of mortal suffering, a pain of mind language is inadequate to describe, and I endured in silence the full weight of its infiction.

My mate and cabin-boy were now taken with the disease; and on the evening of the fifth day Wil Stokes, the oldest seaman on board, breathed his last, just at the going down of the sun. At midnight another died. By the light of the stars we commited them to the ocean, though while wrapping the hammock round the body of the last, the effluvia from the rapid putrefaction was so overpow

kept my eye coldly upon it, as if it had been the most indifferent object upon earth; for I was as insensible to emotion as a statue would have been. This insensibility enabled me to undertake any office for the sick, and to drag the bodies of the dead to the ship's side and fling them overboard; for at last no one else. was left to do it. All, save myself, were attacked with the disorder, and one by one died before the ninth day was completed, save James Robson, the least athletic man I had, and who, judging from constitution, was but little likely to have survived. The disorder left him weak as a child; I gave him the most nourishing things I could find; I carried him, a mere skeleton, into my cabin, and placed him on a fresh bed, flinging his own and all the other's overboard. I valued him as the only living thing with me in the vessel, though had he died, I should at the time have felt little additional pain. I regarded him as one brute animal would have looked at another in such a situation.

ering and nauseous, that it was with difficulty got upon deck and flung into its unfathomable grave. The dull plash of the carcass, as it plunged, I shall never forget, raising lucid circles on the dark unruffled water, and breaking the obstinate silence of the time; it struck my heart with a thrilling chilluess; a rush of indescribable feeling came over me. Even now this sepulchral sound strikes at times on my ear during sleep, in its loneliness of horror, and I fancy I am again in the ship. These mournful entombments were viewed by us at last with that unconcern which is shown by men rendered desperate from circumstances. Disease and dissolution were become every-day matters to us, and the fear of death had lost its power: nay, we rather trembled at the thought of surviving; thus does habitude fit us for the most terrible situations. The last precaution I took was to remove the sick to the deck, under the shelter of a wet sail, to afford them coolness. The next that died was my old townsman, Job Watson. Just after I had seen him expire, about ten How the ship was to be navigated o'clock in the evening, when all by one man, and what means I posaround was like the stillness in a sessed of keeping her afloat in case dead world, I was leaning over the blowing weather should come on, taffril and looking upon the ocean's gave me no apprehension; I was too face, that from its placidity and at- much proof against the fear of the traction to the eye was, to me and future, or any danger that it might mine, like an angel of destruction bring. Robson could give me no clothed in beauty, when, on a sud- assistance; I had therefore to rely den, I became free from auxiety, on my own exertion for every thing. obdurate, reckless of every thing. I If the vessel ever moved again, I imagined I had taken leave of hope must hand and steer-though, from forever, and an apathy came upon the continuation of the calm, it did me little removed from despair. I not seem likely I should be soon was ready for my destiny, come called upon to do either. I kept when it might. I got rid of a load watch at night upon deck, and could of anxiety that I could not have car- sleep, either by day or night, only ried much longer, so that even when by short snatches, extended at full the rising moon showed me the body length near the helm. On the tenth of the mate, which we had thrown night, while the sea was yet in the into the water, floating on its back, repose of the grave around me, I fell half disenveloped from its hammock into a doze, and was assailed with \-when I distinctly saw its livid and horrible dreams that precluded my ghastly features covered only by an receiving refreshment from rest. I nch of transparent sea, and a huge aroused myself, and the silence on hark preparing his hungry jaws to every side seemed more terrible than rey upon it, I drew not back, but ever.

Clouds were rising over the

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