f entire safety, but to her it seemed as if every
succeding wave would sink the little boat as it gracefully rose and
fell upon their swell; but seating herself by the tiller, she managed
to guide its motions, and with a calm reliance upon that God whose
supporting arm she knew to be as much around her, when alone in the
wide waste of waters, as when beside her own hearth-stone, in quiet
and happy England, she patiently awaited the issue of her bold
adventure.

She had but a short time to wait when she perceived the dark outlines
of the Raker bearing directly down upon her. As it approached it
seemed as if it would run directly over her boat, and excited by the
fear of the moment, and the anxiety to be heard, she gave a louder
shriek than she supposed herself capable of uttering, and at the same
time fired off her pistol.

Both were heard on board the Raker.

"Man overboard!" shouted the look-out.

"Woman overboard, you lubber," said a brother tar; "didn't you hear
that screech?"

"Hard a port!"

"Hard a port 'tis."

"Right under the lee bow."

"Well, pitch over a rope whoever it is. What does this mean?" said
Lieutenant Morris, as he approached the bows.

"Can't say, sir--some deviltry of the pirates, I reckon, to make us
lose way."

"By heavens! it is a woman," cried the lieutenant, "let me throw that
rope, we shall be on the boat in a minute. Hard a port!"

The rope, skillfully thrown by the young lieutenant, struck directly
at the feet of Julia. With much presence of mind she gave it several
turns around one of the oar-locks, and her boat was immediately hauled
up to the side of the brig, without compelling the latter to slacken
sail.

In another moment she was lifted to the deck of the Raker.

"Julia! thank Heaven!" exclaimed her father.

With a cry of joy she fainted in his arms, and was borne below, where
she speedily recovered, and related the manner of her escape from the
pirate.

All admired the courage of the attempt, and Lieutenant Morris, as he
gazed upon the lovely countenance, which returning sensation was
restoring to all its wonted bloom and beauty, one day of intense
sorrow having left but slight traces upon it, he felt emotions to
which he had hitherto been an entire stranger, and sought the deck
with a flushed brow and animated eye, wondering at the vision of
beauty which had risen, like Cytherea, from the sea.

[_To be continued._

THE PRAYER OF THE DYING GIRL.

BY S