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and filled ; another, and she foundered. Vain 

 were their struggles and cries for help, the 

 waters closed around them, and in sight of Val- 

 divia, every soul perished. 



Poor George Roberton, thy sorrows are 

 over; but alas! where is thy brother? what is 

 he doing? where are his thoughts? Anxiously, 

 most anxiously awaiting thy arrival. Let 

 L — s — n read this and tremble/' The situation 

 of John Roberton on the island may be more 

 easily imagined than described ; day after day 

 rolled on, and week after week; month succeeded 

 month, yet no brother appeared; wandering up 

 and down the island, straining his longing eyes to- 

 wards the horizon, picturing every speck a sail 

 to his bewildered imagination, thoughts would 

 intrude on his mind that harrowed up his soul, 

 and increased his anxiety almost to frenzy, till 

 he was reduced to that state of mind, by his own 

 account, that death would have been a release to 

 him. At last, while sitting at his daily station, 

 the pinnacle of a rock, absorbed in gloomy me- 



