avored in vain to pacify and sooth her. With unspeakable anguish
Morton witnessed, for half an hour, the confusion of her intellects,
till at length she sunk down exhausted, and wept bitterly. At this
moment a voice from the yawl that had gone ahead, shouted, "There she
is!"

"Where, where?" asked a dozen eager voices.

"Right ahead."

Every eye was instantly turned in that direction, and, to their
unutterable joy, they saw, at the distance of about a mile, the light of
a signal-lantern. Every oar was most vigorously plied, and in a few
minutes the headmost boat was greeted with "Boat ahoy!" from Captain
Williams--"Albatross," was the reply, and the boats dashed up to the lee
gangway and fore-chains.

Isabella, whose buoyant spirit had recovered its spring when she saw the
danger was over, was assisted up the side by her lover and two or three
of the most careful men. As soon as Morton stepped upon deck, he was
caught in the arms of his commander, who was inarticulate from emotion.
Morton, quietly disengaging himself, presented his fair deliverer. The
old seaman folded her in his arms, and kissing her cheek, drew her arm
under his, and conducted her to the cabin, whither they were followed by
Morton.

Under the superintendence of the second mate and boatswain the boats
were now hoisted up and secured; the ship wore with her head to the
westward, all sails set, and hot coffee, beef, bread, cheese, &c.
provided liberally for the "shore party;" after which the watch was set,
the deck "relieved" by Captain Williams, and the Albatross, with her
white wings expanded, flew rapidly on her course before a fresh easterly
breeze.

CHAPTER XIX.

Master, let me take you a button hole lower; do you not see, Pompey
is uncasing for the combat? What mean you? you will lose your
reputation.

LOVE'S LABOR'S LOST.

The rising sun the next day beheld the good ship Albatross, under the
impulse of a very gentle breeze, gliding towards the west; the Andes,
over which the sun was darting his levelled beams, were distinctly
visible. The flapping of the topsails against their masts, the pattering
of the reef-points, and the smoothness of the water, indicated an
approaching calm.

"Go aloft, one of you," said Morton, who was the officer of the morning
watch, "go aloft, and see if you can make out any sail astern of us
under the land."

The seaman who obeyed this order,