reward and our gratitude will attend upon thee."

The Arab during the remainder of the distance to the coast, seldom left the side of the knight, who took so much delight in his conversation, that when the wide ocean was before them, he felt a regret stealing upon him, that they so soon should have to part.

One barque, only, was riding off the Port of Acre, which was immediately freighted to transport the last band of Crusaders to Britain.

"I thank thee, Arab," said Sir Lionel, on approaching the beach, "for thy services, and I could even wish that they extended further, but we have now reached the point, where the land concludes thy limits and the sea commences ours."

"I fain would pass it with thee, Briton, if so be, thou wilt grant my wish?" said the Arab.

"If thou art serious, and a free agent, Arab," said Sir Lionel, "I have no objection.

Thou shalt visit Britain, and, on thy desire, thou shalt have ample means for returning."

The breeze was fair, and away the frail barque ploughed the furrowed deep. The voyage continued prosperous till they were within sight of the green and smiling shores of Britain, when the clouds in round, thick, streaming clusters, gave intimation of rough weather. The wind grew stronger, and the waves began to rise, their surfaces wrinkled by the power of the breeze, which soon swelled into a hurricane. At last, each rising wave, growing bigger and bigger, seemed to engulph the lofty cliffs, reddened by the last rays of the sun that, now and again, shed, through the clouds, a concentrated light upon them, but, at length, their white front was lost sight of altogether.

The howling wind increased with the close of evening, which soon merged into night, impenetrably dark. The foaming surge was black the air was black - all was black above, around and below, but the minds of

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the voyagers were luminous, and the imminent perils of their situation, were presented to their view in vivid colors. The sails, save one, were furled, for the wind was at southwest, direct upon the Devonshire coast, and the vessel was given as little bearing towards the shore as possible.

The captain gave up all as lost, and the tiller was powerless in his grasp. Sir Lionel then took the helm, and kept the remaining sail full, in order to tack out to sea till morning, provided the barque could outlive the night, which was doubtful, for it labored immensely. The politic design was fruitless, for a powerful gust of wind that seemed to lift the vessel out of the water, rent the single sail into ribbons, which only became apparent from the unsteady rolling of the vessel, for the darkness which enveloped it precluded all view of the occurrence.

It appeared to thunder, but the sounds were not of thunder, for no lightning gashed the impenetrable gloom :-the sounds were the roarings of the wind along the uneven cliffs,

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which reverberated back over the troubled billows dashing upon the stony beach, whose bellowings mingled with them, and, together, seemed like so many successive claps of thunder.

The Arab, whose vivacious conversation, enlightened sentiments, and incessant attentions, had so completely won the regard of Sir Lionel, that he felt the greatest satisfaction in his company, never quitted the side of the knight, and now that the storm fearfully raged, and the dangers, every moment, became more evident, he trembled with fear, and clung to his arm, with both his own, for support and protection.

Sir Lionel commanded, in vain, for the sailors or his own men, to unfurl another sail, they had, together, at the commencement of the storm, all slunk down below, where they remained overcome with fear. The vessel, therefore, had no way, and did not answer to the helm. One moment she rose upon one wave, now she was between two, and then she was tossed about, first ahead, then astern, and

now beamways by the breaking of the large waves into small ones. At length, the wind came sweeping over the deep, howling terrifically, swelling the waves in its progress, till one a heavy sea struck her upon the weather bow, washed over her deck, and dashed Sir Lionel and the Arab overboard, together with a small portion of the gunwale.

The Arab closely grasped Sir Lionel, whose cries for assistance from those on board, were attended to, just as much, as by the boisterous waters. All was screened in darkness. The rumbling roar of the breakers on the shore was heard at intervals, but in which direction the shore lay, it was impossible to know, on account of the loud wind and splashing of the bursting waves. Sir Lionel was a good swimmer, but his efforts were cramped and limited by the hold of the Arab, which got firmer and firmer.. Sir Lionel could not find in his heart to shake off the Arab, though, by doing so, he would greatly have increased his chances of escape: he determined to support him to the last.