nown
to the world--at least during the revolution of Time. The romances of
life are often enacted by commonplace people. Many good ships with
ordinary people on board, (like you and me, reader), leave port, and are
"never again heard of." Who can tell what tales may be revealed in
regard to such, in Eternity?

The _Fairy Queen_ was one of those vessels whose fate it was to have her
"fate" revealed in Time.

We cannot state with certainty what were the motives which induced
Pungarin to spare the lives of Mr Hazlit and his family; all we know
is, that he transferred them to his junk. After taking everything of
value out of the schooner, he scuttled her.

Not many days after, he attacked a small hamlet on the coast of Borneo,
massacred most of the men, saved a few of the young and powerful of
them--to serve his purposes--also some of the younger women and
children, and continued his voyage.

The poor English victims whom he had thus got possession of lived,
meanwhile, in a condition of what we may term unreality. They could not
absolutely credit their senses. They felt strangely impelled to believe
that a hideous nightmare had beset them--that they were dreaming; that
they would unquestionably awake at last, and find that it was time to
get up to a substantial and very commonplace English breakfast. But,
mingled with this feeling, or rather, underlying it, there was a
terrible assurance that the dream was true. So is it throughout life.
What is fiction to you, reader, is fact to some one else, and that which
is _your_ fact is some one else's fiction. If any lesson is taught by
this, surely it is the lesson of _sympathy_--that we should try more
earnestly than we do to throw ourselves out of ourselves into the place
of others.

Poor Miss Pritty and Aileen learned this lesson. From that date
forward, instead of merely shaking their heads and sighing in a hopeless
sort of way, and doing nothing--or nearly nothing--to check the evils
they deplored, they became red-hot enthusiasts in condemning piracy and
slavery, (which latter is the grossest form of piracy), and despotism of
every kind, whether practised by a private pirate like Pungarin, or by a
weak pirate like the Sultan of Zanzibar, or by comparatively strong
pirates like the nations of Spain and Portugal.

In course of time the pirate-junk anchored at the mouth of a river, and
much of her freight, with all her captives, was transferred to native
boats.