wonderment, around. She started from the embrace of her
lover, gazed alternately at his disguise, at himself,
and at Clara; and then passing her hand several times
rapidly across her brow, uttered an hysteric scream, and
threw herself impetuously forward on the bosom of the
sobbing girl; who, with extended arms, parted lips, and
heaving bosom, sat breathlessly awaiting the first dawn
of the returning reason of her more than sister.

We should vainly attempt to paint all the heart-rending
misery of the scene exhibited in the gradual restoration
of Miss de Haldimar to her senses. From a state of torpor,
produced by the freezing of every faculty into almost
idiocy, she was suddenly awakened to all the terrors of
the past and the deep intonations of her rich voice were
heard only in expressions of agony, that entered into
the most iron-hearted of the assembled seamen; while they
drew from the bosom of her gentle and sympathising cousin
fresh bursts of desolating grief. Imagination itself
would find difficulty in supplying the harrowing effect
upon all, when, with upraised hands, and on her bended
knees, her large eyes turned wildly up to heaven, she
invoked in deep and startling accents the terrible
retribution of a just God on the inhuman murderers of
her father, with whose life-blood her garments were
profusely saturated; and then, with hysteric laughter,
demanded why she alone had been singled out to survive
the bloody tragedy. Love and affection, hitherto the
first principles of her existence, then found no entrance
into her mind. Stricken, broken-hearted, stultified to