were beheld battling in the surf to leeward, struggling, perhaps, to reach the shore, when a boat fell from the davits, striking them both on the head, and they sank to rise no more. One incident is particularly related of the captain, that when, flung down, worn out, on deck, he saw a treacherous wave sweep a little child from its mother's arms, and dash it about in its cruel sport, he cried out to one of the officers to lay hold of the infant and lash a rope about its tiny form, no doubt, at that time, expecting the ship might be saved. But it was not so to be. By seven in the inorning scarce one timber but was torn from another; and, out of the hundreds on board, but a mere handful were cast alive on shore. Not one female or one child was among the number.

When the last anchor parted, and the ship was driving fast on shore, a little prayer-meeting was formed down in the cabin. The Rev. Mr. Hodge, an English clergyman, led the devotions of the wild and clustering throng; and as, amidst white faces, weeping, cries for mercy, families clinging to

each other, and bidding each other, and all they held dear, a long, long farewell-as, prophet-like, that one man stood in the midst - how noble and sublime even, to hear him lift up his voice of prayer! Literally, while they prayed, the gulf opened beneath their feet, and the surge drowned them in its midnight depths.

And what made it all the more deplorable was that, about half-past six o'clock, a Portuguese sailor had swam ashore, and, with a rope round his waist, had managed to establish a line between the ship and the rocks. But a few yards were between the two! But then they were yards of death, as much so as if they had been broad as the Atlantic. About a dozen people were passed along the line, and got safe on the cliffs. When the crash came-and as the passengers, by the captain's orders, were mostly all below-all perished where they stood. The voyage had been so long and so safe-it was so near home-and yet they died at the very door! In a few minutes the beach was strewn with the wreck.

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a strong wind, raised up a tremendous sea, amid which the little vessel struggled bravely under steam and canvass. The bleak wild shores of Orkney; the still wilder pilot's crew, and their hoarse screams and unintelligible dialect; the shrill cry of innumerable seabirds, the howling breeze, and angry sea, made us feel as if we had suddenly awoke in Greenland itself. The southern extremity of that ice-locked continent became visible on the 12th. It is quaintly named Cape Farewell; but whether by some sanguine outward - bound adventurer, who fancied that in leaving Greenland behind him he had already secured his passage Cathay, or whether by the wearied, home-sick mariner, feebly escaping from the grasp of winter in his shattered bark, and firmly purposing to bid a long farewell to this cheerless land, his tory altogether fails to enlighten us.

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THE NOOK OF FISKERNAES.

The solitary dwelling-house belongs, of course, to the chief trader, and is a model of cleanliness and order. Built

of wood, it exhibits all the resources of the painter's art. The exterior is a dull red - the window frames are white floors yellowwooden partitions and low ceilings pale blue. The lady of the house (a Dane) had resided here for about eight years, and appeared to us to be, and acknowledged she was, heartily tired of the solitude. I expressed a wish to see the interior of an Esquimaux tent. Petersen pulled aside the thin membrane of some animal which hung across a doorway, and served to exclude the wind, but admitted light; for, although past midnight, the sun was up! Some seven or eight individuals lay within, closely packed upon the ground, the heads of old and young males and females being just visible above the common covering. Going to bed here only means lying down with your clothes on, upon a reindeer skin, whereever you can find room, and pulling another fur robe over you.

THE DOG-DRIVER.

A young Esquimaux, named Christian, volunteered his services as our dog driver,

and was accepted; he is about twenty-three years of age, unmarried, and an orphan. The men soon thoroughly cleansed and cropped him, - soap and scissors being a novelty to an Esquimaux; they then rigged him in sailor's clothes; he was evidently not at home in them, but was not the less proud of his improved appearance, as reflected in the admiring glances of his countrymen.

THE KAYAK.

We now hastened away to the Waigat Strait to complete our coals. When passing Godhavn (a Danish settlement), the pilot was launched off our deck in his little kayak without stopping the ship! As a kayak is usually about 18 feet long, 8 inches deep, and only 16 or 17 inches wide, it requires great expertness to perform such a feat without the addition of a capsize.

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pings off its edge, and the floe - ice to the thinnest shavings.

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intense admiration wonder around us. cannot at once appreciate the grandeur of this mighty glacier, extending unbroken for forty or fifty miles; its sea cliffs, about five or six miles from us, appear comparatively low, yet the icebergs detached from it are of the loftiest description. Here on the spot it does not seem incorrect to compare the icebergs to mere chip

The far-off outline of glacier, seen against the eastern sky, has a faint tinge of yellow. It is almost horizontal, and of unknown distance and elevation.

There is an unusual dearth of birds and seals. Everything around us is painfully still, excepting when an cccasional iceberg splits off from the parent glacier; then we hear a