Natalie

loved so well about

-lashed shore, the black

flapping wing, all t

hat welcomed on the f

flowers and moss, the

e evening wind, made

laugh e'en now,--earth

enough to win my you

vast and deep, the f

waters, that were

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de beach; and please, sar, step low or de wee bit will take to its wings and fly away. De good Lord be prais

, bright sea-weed, an infant some eight months old. The babe was carefully lashed into a large wooden trough or bowl, and a canvas firmly stretched over the top, permitting only the head and arms to remain exposed, and judging from the dripping c

e chariots, fiery chariots, we sings about; only it so moist around here, it put de fire all out and leabe de chariot. Or I tink it may be one ob dose machines Bingo used to see in old slabe-massa's church, hung up ober de minister's head

the eye of that noble father, as, but a few hours before, they consigned their idolized child to the mercies of the deep; had you heard that prayer to God, if it

e bark had gone down near that dread "Nantucket shoal," upon which so many noble hearts have found a watery grave. "I see nothing," said the Captain, "nothing, not even a passing sail; which is quite uncommon at this season, when so many vessels are constantly passing and repassing our island; not even the light-boat do I see, which is probably owing to a fog coming in from th

ttle sea-flower was left here

coast, has run on to the shoals and gone to pieces; and this infant was made fast to the first floatable object that could be found, and with a mother's dying prayer for a rudder, and the hand of Him who guides us all at the helm, she has

, ma

t," the thought of his good missus's surprise, when she should learn of their morning's adventure, gave him new life, and he fairly danced about the beach for joy. Seated in the spring-cart, Captain Grosven

sus be quite ober-much-come at d

et with such an emblem of innocence before." And though the hardy sea-captain had spent the greater part

ight spring-cart like this one can navigate with some degree of comfort. The broad ocean is the place, after all. Give me the ol

. Ah! now I sees him; de flag is

he is all out of joint. I hope we shall get a new steamer some day

tink we a piece ob

n door, where stood Mrs. Grosvenor, with her son Ha

my husband; but if these little excursions will deter

offering I have brought to you

child?" and tears were in the eyes of the lady a

etched at full length upon the floor, and the two went rolling over and over, first one up and then the other, till finally the boy came off vict

bed it of its rich lace dress, saturated with the salt seawater. "And the gold bands

t but hope that we may be able to keep her for our own." And as she spoke she pressed the clasp of the band, and, behold! the m

ose. Would I could ask her to forgive my cruel thoughts; forgive the desire to retain this her gem. But I know she h

tell the tale. It will probably be reported in a few days, if there are any missing vessels, either from our coasts or foreign ports. In the meantime I

r!" shouted the boy; and Nep, as if comprehending his young master's wor

the aid of a little new milk, made comfortable, and, creeping down after old Nep, sat with her hands buried in his shaggy coat, crowing with delight. The lights at Captain Grosvenor's burned long into the night of that eventful day, of the

up in various places, and by various characters. Some would watch eagerly for these trophies of destruction, and with grasping hand seize upon them, viewing the storm as sent for their own particular benefit; increasing their worldly goods, regardless of others' woes. While some there were, who turned away with a heart sick at the scene of devastation, yet submissively bowi

ttained, boyhood thinks to gain no higher) and Sea-flower in his arms; with Nep, who is determined to be "head horse," bounding off in the distance, is happiness enough for the negro, and his white teeth glisten in the bright sunshine like so many African pearls

p all around them, much to the joy of the Sea-flower, her merry laugh according strangely with the music of the waters. Harry amused himself for a while, throwing the bits of drift-wood into the water, that he might see old Newf

k my father will ev

ung massa; but wh

have a ship of my own. I never hear of a ship arrived at the bar, but it sends a thrill of delight over me, and I watch the sailors as they come on shore after a three years' v

orry to hear you t

r went away, though I was but a little boy. And I remember my father took me in his arms, and told me I must be a good

er to take me away from old slabe massa. I gets so filled w

n, any day; but tell me, Vingo, if y

re I come to be berry great. De pleasantest sail I eber take was when I leabe old Berginny in de good Tantalizer; and I swings my hat at old slabe massa on de bank, and asks him if he don'

re our little party were sitting, somewhat to the disquietude of Nep, who came and stood sentinel, as much as to say, "I will protect you;" but finding the stranger disposed to do them no harm, he composed

s dogship to the little ark, he carefully seated the Sea-flower at the helm, and with Vingo's rainbow bandana flying from the mast-head, they were soon under full headway. Either Nep being prou

your name

swered the boy, drawing hi

suppose you came along as supercargo; p

er is my only

s find as valuable! but tell me,

t be without her, for we might forget to thank our Father for hi

rst to discover purity;" and the eye of the stranger grew moist, and the melancholy smile which s

er Sea-flo

sweet name; but

ittle flowers; he smiles upon each one, as it holds up its little head, all shining with pearly

long years have passed since my own little Natalie played in my arms, but they

ove she could not speak. As that faithful mother sat meditating upon the story of Harry in regard to the stranger, which she had related to her husband, Captain Grosvenor remarked,--"It is just one year to-day when our dear child came to us, being also my birthday; but instead of adding a year to my life, it seems

time ago, before his

sound; it reminds me of my home on the waters. With your consent, my wife, the