International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1,.

International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1, eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 523 pages of information about International Miscellany of Literature, Art and Science, Vol. 1,.
with a heavy heart, I went; and by a most reckless and rebellious crew I speedily found myself surrounded—­a crew which defied control.  Intoxicating liquors of all kinds abounded.  The meanest hovel smelt of spirits.  Nor was there any want of contraband tobacco.  Foreign luxuries, in a word, were rife among them.  And yet they were always in want—­always craving from their clergyman temporal aid—­in his spiritual capacity they were slow to trouble him; had ever on their lips the entreaty ‘give’—­’give;’ and always protested that they ’were come to their furthest, and had not a shilling in the world to help themselves withal.’

“For recklessness, drunkenness, and midnight brawls, all England could not match that parish.

“To the general and prevailing aspect of poverty, there was one, and that a marked exception.  It presented itself in the person of Abigail Lassiter—­a widow—­who was reputed to be wealthy, and with whose means, unscrupulously acquired, a tale of murder was strangely blended.  Abigail’s husband had been a smuggler, and she herself was a daring and keen-eyed wrecker.  For a season both throve.  He had escaped detection in many a heavy run of contraband goods; and she had come in for many a valuable ‘waif and stray’ which the receding waters left upon the slimy strand.  It was, however, her last venture, which, in her neighbors’ language, had made her.  Made her, indeed, independent of her fellows, but a murderer before her God!...  About day-break in a thick misty morning in April, a vessel, heavily laden, was seen to ground on ’The Jibber Sand;’ and after striking heavily for some hours, suddenly to part asunder.  The sea was so rough, and the wind so high, that no help could be rendered from the shore.  Midday drew on—­came—­passed, and the villagers assembled on the heights (their eyes fixed the while on the devoted vessel like vultures watching for their prey) had at length the satisfaction of seeing the laboring bark yield to the war of the elements, and her timbers float, piecemeal, over the waters.

“But nothing of any consequence came ashore.  A stray spar or two, a hen-coop, two or three empty barrels, a child’s light straw hat, and a sailor’s cap—­these were all.

“The gale held:  the wind blew off shore, and at nightfall the wrecking-party, hungry, weary, and out of humor, retired to their cabins.  About an hour after midnight heavy rain fell; the wind shifted, and blew inshore.  With the first appearance of dawn, Abigail’s cottage door was seen slowly to unclose, and she herself to emerge from it, and stealthily creep down to the shore.  Once there, a steep sea-wall—­thrown up to protect the adjoining lowlands from inundation—­screened her from observation.  She was absent about an hour, returned apparently empty-handed, reentered her cottage, nor passed its threshold again during the remainder of the day.

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