and crystal, and silver things, on the snow--white damask table--cloth.
They were immediately seized and ironed, to which they submitted in
silence. We next released the passengers, and were overpowered with
thanks, one dancing, one crying, one laughing, and another praying. But,
merciful Heaven! what an object met our eyes! Drawing aside--the curtain
that concealed a sofa, fitted into a recess, there lay, more dead than
alive, a tall and most beautiful girl, her head resting on her left arm,
her clothes disordered and tom, blood on her bosom, and foam on her mouth,
with her long dark hair loose and dishevelled, and covering the upper part
of her deadly pale face, through which her wild sparkling black eyes,
protruding from their sockets, glanced and glared with the fire of a
maniac's, while her blue lips kept gibbering an incoherent prayer one
moment, and the next imploring mercy, as if she had still been in the
hands of those who knew not the name; and anon, a low hysterical laugh
made our very blood freeze in our bosoms, which soon ended in a long
dismal yell, as she rolled off the couch upon the hard deck, and lay in a
dead faint.

Alas the day!--a Maniac she was from that hour. She was the only daughter
of the murdered master of the ship, and never awoke, in her unclouded
reason, to the fearful consciousness of her own dishonour and her parent's
death.

The Torch captured the schooner, and we left the privateer's men at
Barbadoes to meet their reward, and several of the merchant sailors were
turned over to the guardship, to prove the facts in the first instance, and
to serve his Majesty as impressed men in the second, but scrimp measure of
justice to the poor ship's crew.

Anchored at Carlisle Bay, Barbadoes.--Town seemed built of cards--black