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under her lee, and the white spray flying over 
her prow ! On ! on ! how she parts the seeth¬ 
ing wave ! On ! on ! how she shoots through 
the heaving tide ! On ! on ! O, what is a sight 
more brave than a white-winged bird on the 
waters wide ? Away she has fled, and the glit¬ 
tering foam seems to give her proudly a welcome 
home. Hunt and Forbes with Prince were 
seen, as near the fort' she funded to and an¬ 
chored, with dejected mien to row to land, o’er 
the waves of blue. And had you been in the 
great saloon of the Ocean House, where of 
course you’ve been, where they dance at morn¬ 
ing, night, and noon, you w T ould not have found 
them dancing then ; O, no, — for they crowded 
round to hear this very tale that I’ve been tell¬ 
ing. O, many a bright eye held a tear, while 
many a breast, with sorrow swelling, mourned for 
the beauteous, fair, and good,—the loved, the 
lost, the gay Miss Wood ! However deep our 
sorrow flows, perhaps our joy flows deeper; say, 
who grieves most for secret woes, the silent or 
