At Gibraltar, they were detained a week by adverse winds, but, on the 9th of June, set sail again.  The second day after, Angelino sickened with the dreadful malady, and soon became so ill, that his life was despaired of.  His eyes were closed, his head and face swollen out of shape, his body covered with eruption.  Though inexperienced in the disease, the parents wisely treated their boy with cooling drinks, and wet applications to the skin; under their incessant care, the fever abated, and, to their unspeakable joy, he rapidly recovered.  Sobered and saddened, they could again hope, and enjoy the beauty of the calm sky and sea.  Once more Nino laughs, as he splashes in his morning bath, and playfully prolongs the meal, which the careful father has prepared with his own hand, or, if he has been angered, rests his head upon his mother’s breast, while his palm is pressed against her cheek, as, bending down, she sings to him; once more, he sits among his toys, or fondles and plays with the white-haired goat, or walks up and down in the arms of the steward, who has a boy of just his age, at home, now waiting to embrace him; or among the sailors, with whom he is a universal favorite, prattles in baby dialect as he tries to imitate their cry, to work the pumps, and pull the ropes.  Ossoli and Sumner, meanwhile, exchange alternate lessons in Italian and English.  And Margaret, among her papers, gives the last touches to her book on Italy, or with words of hope and love comforts like a mother the heart-broken widow.  Slowly, yet peacefully, pass the long summer days, the mellow moonlit nights; slowly, and with even flight, the good Elizabeth, under gentle airs from the tropics, bears them safely onward.  Four thousand miles of ocean lie behind; they are nearly home.

THE WRECK.

  “There are blind ways provided, the foredone
  Heart-weary player in this pageant world
  Drops out by, letting the main masque defile
  By the conspicuous portal:—­I am through,
  Just through.”

  BROWNING.

On Thursday, July 18th, at noon, the Elizabeth was off the Jersey coast, somewhere between Cape May and Barnegat; and, as the weather was thick, with a fresh breeze blowing from the east of south, the officer in command, desirous to secure a good offing, stood east-north-east.  His purpose was, when daylight showed the highlands of Neversink, to take a pilot, and run before the wind past Sandy Hook.  So confident, indeed, was he of safety, that he promised his passengers to land them early in the morning at New York.  With this hope, their trunks were packed, the preparations made to greet their friends, the last good-night was spoken, and with grateful hearts Margaret and Ossoli put Nino to rest, for the last time, as they thought, on ship-board,—­for the last time, as it was to be, on earth!