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rushed on deck in their night-dresses and Mr. M'Lennan 

 exclaimed, " Oh God, the ship is on fire !" He then 

 urged her to go down and get some clothes for herself 

 and the child, and vent down himself, but she was too 

 frightened to move. An officer said to her, " give me 

 your child and I will save him." He took the boy, 

 handed him to a seaman who was sitting in the pinnace, 

 and lifted her up into the same boat, against her pro- 

 testations that she wanted to fetch her husband. The 

 officer then sat beside her and ordered the men to cut 

 the lashings. The boat dropped at one end, but owing 

 to a hitch in the block the other end held fast. As the 

 boat was hanging almost vertical, most of the people fell 

 into the sea, but Mrs. M'Lennan caught hold of a fixed 

 seat by one arm and her baby by the other, and hung 

 there until almost exhausted, calling for help. At last 

 some men coming to look after the boat found her, and 

 having righted it, got in with her, and succeeded in 

 getting clear of the burning vessel. They were tossed 

 about for 17 hours, Mrs. M'LENNAN being drenched 

 to her waist in water by the sea continually breaking 

 over the boat. Without food, clothes or shelter, the 

 poor wife (or widow) held on to her babe through that 

 night and the next day. A shawl which she had snatched 

 up to cover the child, was the only article they had to 

 make a sail to keep the boat before the wind. They 

 were at last picked up by a Dutch vessel, the Gertruida, 

 and taken to Brest, Mrs. M'Lennan being almost in- 

 sensible, but still clinging to her babe. Her husband 

 having been lost she went back to Edinburgh, and aban- 

 doned her intention of coming to Demerara, 

 Miss Smith, who was coming to Demerara as a 



