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down. All her old ideas and feelings came floating over her mind, 

 Dick and her children were at the instant forgotten, and placing the 

 cohuleen driuth on her head, she plunged in. ^ 



Dick came home in the evening, and missing his wife, he asked 

 Kathleen, his little girl, what had become of her mother, but she 

 could not tell him. He then enquired of the neighbours, and he 

 learnt that she was seen going towards the strand with a strange 

 looking thing like a cocked hat in her hand. He returned to his 

 cabin in search for the cohuleen driuth. It was gone, and the truth 

 now flashed upon him. 



Year after year did Dick Fitzgerald wait expecting the return of 

 his wife. Dick never married again always thinking that the Mer- 

 row would sooner or later return to him, and nothing could ever 

 persuade him but that her father the king kept her below by main 

 force; "For," said Dick, "she surely would not of herself give up 

 her husband and her children." But he never saw her more. 



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Road Town, April, 1826. 



Five stout fellows from among the liberated Africans, at the hire 

 of two dollars for their day's exertion, rowed me lately, in the mis- 

 sionary's yawl, to Virgin Gorda. We glided along smoothly enough 

 over an undulating surface, until abreast the Round-rock passage, 

 where the sea, as usual, threw in its roll on us ; nigli by one might 

 discern the same swell buffeting with its obstructions at Fallen City, 

 and, like another heathen, aspiring then 



"To lord it over God's Jerusalem." 

 We escaped, however, with no greater inconvenience than the dash 

 of a few sprays. Presently our boat entered a narrow channel 

 through the coral reef, which protects a delightful beach of sand, 

 extending nearly a mile, from the baths, to where we landed at the 

 north end ; the sea within was smooth as a mirror, and presented 

 an agreeable change from the broken water we had just quitted. 



I spoke a fisherman on the passage ; the old negro, as he sat in 

 the little raft-like affair that floated him, seemed more than half 

 naked. There were several jack and snappers, with a baracouta 

 floundering in the coble's bilge water, and among them a green fish, 

 having spotted lines of red on each side the dorsal fin, with the 

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