but death before me,—­I shall never reach the shore.”  It was between two and three o’clock in the afternoon, and after lingering for about ten hours, exposed to the mountainous surf that swept over the vessel, with the contemplation of death constantly forced upon her mind, she was finally overwhelmed as the foremast fell.  It is supposed that her body and that of her husband are still buried under the ruins of the vessel.  Mr. Horace Sumner, who jumped overboard early in the morning, was never seen afterwards.

The dead bodies that were washed on shore were terribly bruised and mangled.  That of the young Italian girl was enclosed in a rough box, and buried in the sand, together with those of the sailors.  Mrs. Hasty had by this time found a place of shelter at Mr. Oakes’s house, and at her request the body of the boy, Angelo Eugene Ossoli, was carried thither, and kept for a day previous to interment.  The sailors, who had all formed a strong attachment to him during the voyage, wept like children when they saw him.  There was some difficulty in finding a coffin when the time of burial came, whereupon they took one of their chests, knocked out the tills, laid the body carefully inside, locked and nailed down the lid.  He was buried in a little nook between two of the sand-hills, some distance from the sea.

The same afternoon a trunk belonging to the Marchioness Ossoli came to shore, and was fortunately secured before the pirates had an opportunity of purloining it.  Mrs. Hasty informs me that it contained several large packages of manuscripts, which she dried carefully by the fire.  I have therefore a strong hope that the work on Italy will be entirely recovered.  In a pile of soaked papers near the door, I found files of the Democratie Pacifique and Il Nazionale of Florence, as well as several of Mazzini’s pamphlets, which I have preserved.

An attempt will probably be made to-morrow to reach the wreck with the surf-boat.  Judging from its position and the known depth of the water, I should think the recovery, not only of the bodies, if they are still remaining there, but also of Powers’s statue and the blocks of rough Carrara, quite practicable, if there should be a sufficiency of still weather.  There are about a hundred and fifty tons of marble under the ruins.  The paintings, belonging to Mr. Aspinwall, which were washed ashore in boxes, and might have been saved had any one been on the spot to care for them, are for the most part utterly destroyed.  Those which were least injured by the sea-water were cut from the frames and carried off by the pirates; the frames were broken in pieces, and scattered along the beach.  This morning I found several shreds of canvas, evidently more than a century old, half buried in the sand.  All the silk, Leghorn braid, hats, wool, oil, almonds, and other articles contained in the vessel, were carried off as soon as they came to land.  On Sunday there were nearly a thousand persons here, from all parts of the coast between Rockaway and Montauk, and more than half of them were engaged in secreting and carrying off everything that seemed to be of value.