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carried us through the Chops of the Channel, 

 formed by the Scilly Rocks and the Isle of Ushant. 

 But I thought, that the advance was dearly pur- 

 chased by the terrible night which the storm 

 made us pass. The wind roaring, the waves dash- 

 ing against the stern, till at last they beat in the 

 quarter gallery; the ship, too, rolling from side 

 to side, as if every moment she were going to roll 



over and over ! Mr. J was heaved off 



one of the sofas, and rolled along, till he was 

 stopped by the table. He then took his seat upon 

 the floor, as the more secure position ; and, half an 

 hour afterwards, another heave chucked him back 

 again upon the sofa. The captain snuffed out one 

 of the candles, and both being tied to the table, 

 could not relight it with the other : so the steward 

 came to do it; when a sudden heel of the ship 

 made him extinguish the second candle, tumbled 

 him upon the sofa on which I was lying, and made 

 the candle which he had brought with him fly out 

 of the candlestick, through a cabin window at his 

 elbow; and thus we were all left in the dark. 

 Then the intolerable noise ! the cracking of bulk- 

 heads ! the sawing of ropes ! the screeching of the 

 tiller ! the trampling of the sailors ! the clattering 

 of the crockery! Every thing above deck and 

 below deck, all in motion at once ! Chairs, writing- 

 desks, books, boxes, bundles, fire-irons and fenders, 

 flying to one end of the room ; and the next mo- 

 ment (as if they had made a mistake) flying back 



