ke the earth, and like a gathered scroll
At His command the boundless skies shall roll;
When from the grassy sod
The living soul shall start to life sublime,
Wilt thou not render back thy spoils, insatiate Time?

M. G.

REMINISCENCES OF A DARTMOOR PRISONER.

NUMBER TWO.

It was my intention in closing my last number to have opened the next in
the prison, and then to proceed with the narrative; but upon reflection, I
thought it might be more acceptable to the reader if I were to relate all
that took place; giving as it were a moving panorama of the events as they
occurred: but if he should be in greater haste to get to the prison than I
was, he has only to skip a few lines, to arrive there. But to proceed. Our
vessel, with several others, anchored at Gravesend, where the crews
received their pay. The amount coming to me, although small, was very
acceptable. I now received from the captain what he ought to have given me
on my joining his ship. I had stipulated with him, on signing his papers,
that he should give me a written pledge, exonerating me from fighting
against my country, should we fall in with any of our vessels. This he
withheld until the end of the voyage; and then, when it could be of no
possible use, he most magnanimously gave it to me. What the result would
have been had we fallen in with any of our cruisers, is beyond conjecture.

All was now bustle and confusion on board. The ship was like a floating
Babel. The decks were crowded with hucksters, boatmen, landlords, and
women of _undoubted_ character; all upon one errand, and actuated by one
motive; united in purpose though divided by interest, they were bent upon
fleecing poor Jack of his hard-earned money. No doubt they succeeded, for
Jack is at best but a poor financier.

Amid the confusion, I managed to slip unobserved on board a Gravesend boat
which was crowded with passengers, and in a few minutes was flying before
a smart breeze, on my way to London. It was past sun-down, and the shades
of evening were fast veiling surrounding objects as we approached this
vast and mighty city, the heart's-core as it were of the world. I cannot
express my feelings, nor convey by words the ideas that swelled my mind
until the sensation became intensely exciting, as the dusky spires of the
Tower, St. Paul's, etc., peered above the smoky atmosphere. All that I had
read from early