“When nature rests,
  Oft, in her absence, mimic fancy wakes.”

I thought I saw Emily standing on the pinnacle of the Nine-Pin Rock, just as Lord Nelson is represented on the monument in Dublin, or Bonaparte in that of the Place Vendome; but with a grace as far superior to either, as the Nine-Pin Rock is in majesty and natural grandeur to those works of human art.

Emily, I thought, was clad in complete mourning, but looking radiant in health and loveliness, although with a melancholy countenance.  The dear image of my mistress seemed to say, “I shall never come down from this pinnacle without your assistance.”  “Then,” thinks I, “you will never come down at all.”  Then I thought Eugenia was queen of Trinidad, and that it was she who had placed Emily out of my reach on the rock; and I was entreating her to let Emily come down, when Thompson tapped at my cabin door, and told me that it was daylight, and that they could see the island of Fayal in the north-east, distant about seven leagues.

I dressed myself, and went on deck, saw the land, and a strange sail steering to the westward.  The confounded dream still running in my head—­like Adam, I “liked it not,” and yet I thought myself a fool for not dismissing such idle stuff; still it would not go away.  The Americans came on deck soon after; and seeing the ship steering to the westward, asked if I meant to speak her.  I replied in the affirmative.  We had then as much sail as we could carry; and as she had no wish to avoid us, but kept on her course, we were soon alongside of her.  She proved to be a cartel, bound to New York with American prisoners.

In case of meeting with any vessel bound to the United States, the admiral had given me permission to send my prisoners home without carrying them to England.  I had not mentioned this either to Peters or Green, for fear of producing disappointment; but when I found I could dispose of them so comfortably, I acquainted them with my intention.  Their joy and gratitude were beyond all description; they thanked me a thousand times, as they did my friend Talbot for our kindness to them.

“Leftenant,” said Peters, “I am not much accustomed to the company of you Englishmen; and if I have always thought you a set of tyrants and bullies, it arn’t my fault.  I believed what I was told; but now I have seen for myself, and I find the devil is never so black as he is painted.”  I bowed to the Yankee compliment.  “Howsoever,” he continued, “I should like to have a sprinkling of shot between us on fair terms.  Do you bring this here brig to our waters; I hope to get another just like her, and as I know you are a d——­d good fellow, and would as soon have a dust as sit down to dinner, I should like to try to get the command of the True-blooded Yankee again.”

“If you man your next brig, as you manned the last, with all your best hands Englishmen,” said I, “I fear I should find it no easy matter to defend myself.”