MAR 13 1914 LIBRAR Bright fund PHILADELPHIA: PRINTED BY BROWN, BICKING & GUILBERT, No. 50 North Fourth Street. THE FLYING DUTCHMAN. CHAPTER I. Of dim and solitary loveliness I learn'd the language of another world, MANFRED. A TWELVEMONTH, then, had passed over the heads of Angela and Ramsay. The former was now nineteen, and the latter five-and-twenty; an age that promised every congeniality of sentiment, while it placed the burthen on the right shoulder. Health and a long life were before them-more brilliant, more delightful, than most mortals may hope to enjoy. With every succeeding day their mere temporal comforts had been increasing about them, and that deep bathos from love to life, we must as a veracious chronicler, explain and declare. To all the vegetables, fruits, and productions natural to the island, Ramsay had added from the frigate's stores both potatoes and peas; while the Alcibiades, having still had on board, when Ramsay first discovered her, some of the porcine creation, a few goats, and several fowls, these living treasures had so increased upon his hands, as to render want next to impossible, without some sudden mortality which it was idle to anticipate. The soil, moreover, was so prolific, that two day's labour out of the seven sufficed most amply for reaping all that VOL. II.-B they required from its grateful bosom. The ship had of course contained a great quantity of flour, and though much had to be thrown away from its condition, a plentiful supply still remained; and failing this, he had discovered one of the species of palms, whose fruit would supply all the farinaceous food that they were likely to require. Considerable leisure, then, was thus left on the hands of the young married couple; and when all the repairs necessary to their house, their clothes, and other minor duties had been discharged, they read and re-read the small library the wreck had brought to shore; and, while the sun permitted, amused themselves in those out-door recreations which best preserve the health both of body and mind. On the first anniversary of their wedding, the past year seemed to have gone like a dream of a summer morning; and, filled with gratitude for the past and security in the future, they thought with equal pride and pleasure that not a moment's uneasiness had ever found expression from the lips of either. A few months more, and the prospect of their happiness was likely still further to be increased; but some portion of care and anxiety, at the same time, once more found an entrance into their little paradise; and though neither of them could contemplate the blessing of such an addition to their happiness without intense rapture, yet the fond father could not but anticipate with dread the increased danger which such an event must bring with it on Angela. But even these very forebodings increased, if such a thing were possible, the devoted and idolising tenderness with which he regarded the young, fair, happy thing that ministered around him. How beautiful they looked! Ramsay, in all the firm, elastic hardihood of manly vigour, his features bronzed and mellowed, and his limbs developed by toil, exposure, and exercise, and his glossy black hair curling in wild luxuriance over a small, well-set head, and a countenance as frank as day. Aroun him frolicked Angela; light and syĺph-like in her motions as Ariel, her frame was yet rounded with all the grace that captivates us most in women; her exquisite face laughing, bright, and mobile as the mimosa, to the passing action of the moment. She smiled, and her fond husband thought that mirth had never yet worn so lovely a form before. Some pensive story "which his youth had |