t sickly.
The writer was himself suffering from illness; happily, however, he
bore up against it. They collected all the provisions, and all articles
likely to be useful, which the sea had not destroyed, and carried them
on shore, which they easily reached by means of a raft.

"They had food enough to last them for some time; but they had but a
scanty supply of water. In vain they searched through the island--no
springs were to be found. With great labour they got up all the casks
of water still uninjured from the hold, and resolved to husband the
contents. They formed themselves a habitation. They made reservoirs in
which to catch the rain when it fell; but, in those latitudes, for many
weeks together no rain falls. For a time, with their fire-arms, they
killed a few birds; but their ammunition failed them, and they could
kill no more. Their water was at last expended, and for many weeks
together the only moisture they could obtain was by chewing the leaves
of the shrubs and grass they found. They continued, as at first, very
weak. They talked of building a boat from the wreck, but had neither
strength nor knowledge among them sufficient for the undertaking.

"At last their spirits gave way, and disease made fearful progress with
them all. One by one they died, and the survivors buried them. The
writer of the sad journal was alone left." Alas! not a word did he say
about seeking consolation where alone it can be given--not a thought
about another world and judgment to come. The writer seemed to pride
himself on his heathen stoicism--heathen expressions of resignation were
alone mentioned. His dying eyes had rested on the pages of Horace--his
dying thoughts, were they heavenward?

"In vain had he crawled to the spot where we found him, day after day,
in the faint hopes of seeing a ship to bear him away. Three long years
had thus passed, and all the food that had been brought on shore had
been consumed; and he had not strength to search for more, so he came up
there and sat himself down, and his spirit passed away."

Mr Newman had read this rapid sketch of the last events in the life of
this unhappy exile before the captain came up, when he handed him the
journal. The captain desired Newman to keep the "Horace," observing
that he could not himself understand the contents.

We had found some tools in the hut, with which we dug a shallow grave
close to where we had found these sad remains of mortality,