As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?--
If such there breathe, go, mark him well."

By this time the men were all beside themselves, wishing there was any
way to make him turn over two pages; but he had not quite presence of
mind for that; he gagged a little, colored crimson, and staggered on:

"For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite these titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self;"--

and here the poor fellow choked, could not go on, but started up, swung
the book into the sea, vanished into his state-room. "And by Jove,"
said Phillips, "we did not see him for two months again. And I had to
make up some beggarly story to that English surgeon why I did not
return his Walter Scott to him."


[1]See page 195.




FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.

[From _Marco Bozzaris_.]