"Now we will hoist up the boats," said Mynheer Kloots," and let us all before we lie down to sleep thank God for our deliverance."

During that night the Ter Schilling made an offing of twenty miles, and then stood to the southward; towards the morning the wind again fell and it was nearly calm.

Mynheer Kloots had been on deck about an hour, and had been talking with Hillebrant upon the danger of the evening before, and the selfishness and pusillanimity of Mynheer Von Stroom when a loud noise was heard in the poop cabin.

"What can that be?" said the captain; "has the good man lost his senses from his fright? Why, he is knocking the cabin to pieces." At this moment the servant of the supercargo ran out of the cabin. "Mynheer Kloots, hasten in-help my master-he will be killed—

the bear!-the bear!"

"The bear! What, Johannes ?" cried Mynheer Kloots. "Why the animal is as tame as a dog. I will go and see."

But before Mynheer Kloots could walk into the cabin-out flew in his shirt the affrighted supercargo. My God! my God! Am I to be murdered?-eaten alive?" cried he, running forward, and attempting to climb the forerigging.

Mynheer Kloots followed the motions of Mynheer Von Stroom with surprise, and when he found him attempting to mount the rigging he turned aft and walked into the cabin, when he found to his surprise that Johannes was indeed doing mischief.

The panelling of the state-cabin of the supercargo had been beaten down-the wig-boxes lay in fragments on the floor-the two spare wigs were lying by them, and upon them were strewed fragments of broken pots and masses of honey, which Johannes was licking up with peculiar gusto.

The fact was, that when the ship anchored at Table Bay, Mynheer Von Stroom, who was very partial to honey, had obtained some brought in by the Hottentots who had gathered it in the woods, and having stowed it away in empty jars, it had been put by at the bottom of the two long boxes by his careful servant, for his master's use during the remainder of the voyage. That morning, the servant fancying that the wig of the night before had suffered when his master tumbled over the bear, had opened one of the boxes to take out another. Johannes happened to come near the door and scented the honey. Now, partial as Mynheer Von Stroom was to honey, all bears are still more so, and will venture everything to obtain it. Johannes had followed the impulse of his species, and, following the scent, had come into the cabin, and was about to enter the sleeping-berth of Mynheer Stroom, when the servant slammed the door in his face. Whereupon, Johannes, who was most determined on obtaining it, had beat in the panels and found an entrance. He then attacked the wig-boxes, and proved to the servant that he would not be trifled with, showing a most formidable set of teeth at his attempt to beat him off. In the meanwhile, Mynheer Von Stroom was in the utmost terror; not aware of the purport of the bear's visit, he imagined that the animal's object was to attack him. His servant at last took to his heels after an effort to save the last box, which was met by the bear rising and attacking him; and Mynheer Von Stroom finding himself alone, had at last sprung out of his bed-place, and escaped as

we have mentioned to the forecastle, leaving Johannes master of the field, who was now luxuriating upon the spolia opima. Mynheer Kloots immediately perceived how the case stood. He went up to the bear and spoke to him, then kicked him, but the bear would not leave the honey, and growled furiously at the interruption. "This is a bad job for you, Johannes," observed Mynheer Koots; "now you will leave the ship, for the supercargo has just grounds of complaint. Oh, well! you must eat the honey, because you will." So saying, Mynheer Kloots left the cabin, and went to look after the supercargo, who remained on the forecastle, with his bald head and meagre body, haranguing the men in his shirt, which fluttered in the breeze.

"I am very sorry, Mynheer Von Stroom," said Kloots," but the bear shall be sent out of the vessel."

"Yes, yes, Mynheer Kloots, but this is an affair for the most puissant Company-the lives of their servants are not to be sacrificed to the folly of a sea-captain. I have nearly been torn to pieces."

"The animal did not want you; all he wanted was the honey," replied Kloots. "He has got it, and I myself cannot take it from him. There is no altering the nature of an animal. Will you be pleased to walk down into my cabin until the beast can be secured? He shall not go loose again."”

Mynheer Von Stroom, who considered his dignity at variance with his appearance, and who perhaps was aware that majesty deprived of its externals was only a jest, thought it advisable to accept the offer. After some trouble, with the assistance of the seamen, the bear was secured and dragged away from the cabin, much against his will, for he had still some honey to lick off the curls of the full-bottomed wigs. He was put into durance-vile, having been caught in the flagrant act of burglary on the high seas. This new adventure was the topic of the day, for it was again a dead calm, and the ship lay motionless in the glassy wave.

"The sun looks red as he sinks," observed Hillebrant to the captain, who with Philip was standing on the poop; 66 we shall have wind before to-morrow, if I mistake not."

"I am of your opinion," replied Mynheer Kloots. "It is strange that we do not fall in with any of the vessels of the fleet. They must be all driven down here."

"Perhaps they have kept a wider offing."

"It had been as well if we had done the same," said Kloots. "That was a narrow escape last night. There is such a thing as having too little as well as too much wind.”

A confused noise was heard from the seamen who were collected together, and, looking in the direction of the vessel's quarter, " A ship! No! Yes it is!" was repeated more than once.

"They think they see a ship," said Schrifton, coming on the poop. "He! he!"

"Where?"

"There, in the gloom!" said the pilot, pointing to where the horizon was darker than elsewhere, for the sun had set.

The Captain, Hillebrant, and Philip directed their eyes to the quarter pointed out, and thought they could perceive something like a vessel. Gradually the gloom appeared to clear away, and a lambent pale blaze

to light up that part of the horizon. Not a breath of wind was on the water-the sea was like a mirror-more and more distinct did the vessel appear, till her hull, masts, and yards were clearly visible. They looked and rubbed their eyes to help their vision, for scarcely could they believe that which they did see. In the centre of the pale light which extended about fifteen degrees above the horizon, there was indeed a large ship about three miles distant, but to all appearance she was buffetting in a violent gale, although it was a perfect calm, plunging and lifting over a surface as smooth as glass-now careering to her bearing, then recovering herself; her topsails and mainsail were furled, and the yards pointed to the wind; she had no sail set, but a close-reefed foresail, a storm staysail, and a trysail abaft. She made little way through the water, but apparently neared them fast, driven down by the force of the gale. Each minute she was plainer to the view. At last, she was seen to wear, and in so doing, before she was brought to the wind on the other tack, she was so close to them that they could distinguish the men on board the foaming water hurled from her bows-hear the shrill whistle of the boatswain's pipes-the creaking of her timbers, and the complaining of her masts; and then the gloom gradually rose, and in a few seconds she had totally disappeared!

"God in Heaven!" exclaimed Mynheer Kloots.

Philip felt a hand upon his shoulder, and the cold darted through his whole frame. He turned round and met the one-eye of Schrifton, who screamed in his ear

"PHILIP VanderDECKEN-that's the Flying Dutchman !”

(To be continued.)

LINES BY A YOUNG LADY OF FIFTEEN.

When, from a rocky height,

We gaze upon the dark-blue deep below,

O'er whose broad bosom Heaven's reflected light
And visionary starbeams glow,-

The glittering shadows seem

So like the light-clad sentinels of Heaven,

So beautiful, that one might almost deem

A starry host had been to Ocean given.

And thus the shadow bright

Of bliss, whose glory beams in Heaven alone,
Casteth o'er Life's dark tide so fair a light,

We think that lustre is the dim waves' own;

Till, plunging in the stream,

To seek the fallen pilgrim of the sky,
We find no trace of that delusive beam,-
'Twas but the shadow of the light on high.

LOUISA MERRITT.

RECREATIONS IN NATURAL HISTORY.

"Anna-Marie, love, up is the sun,
Anna-Marie, love, morn is begun,

Mists are dispersing, love, birds singing free,
Up in the morning, love, Anna-Marie."

IVANHOE.

THE melody of birds finds its way to the heart of every one; but the cause that prompts the outpourings which make copse, rock, and river, ring again on a fine spring morning is more a matter of doubt with ornithologists than the uninitiated in zoological mysteries might suppose. Much has been written on this subject, but upon a consideration of the different opinions, aided by our own observations, we are inclined to think that love and rivalry are the two great stimulants, though we do not mean to deny that a bird may sing from mere gaiety of heart arising from finding itself in the haunts dear to it, and in the midst of plenty of the food it likes; to give vent, in short, to the buoyancy of spirit arising from general pleasurable sensations.

In this country the season of reproduction is undoubtedly that wherein

"The isle is full of pleasant noises,

Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight."

And about ten weeks have been mentioned as the period during which most of our wild birds are in song. That there are exceptions to this rule there is no doubt. We have heard a wild thrush, one of the sweetest singers of his tribe, sing far into September, but we watched narrowly and never could find that he had a mate. Then, again, we have the autumnal and even the winter notes of the robin long after the breeding season; and caged birds, if well fed and kept, will sing the greatest part of the year.

Let us endeavour, before we proceed further, to give the reader some idea of the natural musical instrument with which the loud and complicated passages of song-birds are executed. The larynx is formed much after the fashion of some artificial wind-instruments, and consists of two parts of these the first contains the proper rima glottidis, at the upper end, while the bronchial, or lower larynx, is furnished with another rima glottidis with tense membranes. The lower apparatus may be compared to the reed in a clarionet or hautboy, and the upper to the ventage or hole of the instrument that utters the note. Besides all this, it has been truly asserted that there is no part of a bird's structure impervious to air; and, as M. Jacquemin observes, it is the volume of air which birds can introduce into their bodies, and the force with which they can expel it, that solves the problem how so small a creature as a singing bird can be capable of sending forth notes so loud and of warbling so long and so prodigally without apparent fatigue. The muscles, whose province it is to regulate this wonderful wind-instrument, are proportionably strong and highly developed in the sex which is more peculiarly gifted with musical power. Thus John Hunter, on dissecting a cock nightingale, a cock and hen blackbird, a

cock linnet, and a cock and hen chaffinch, found the muscles of the larynx to be stronger in the nightingale than in any other bird of the same size; and in all the instances where he dissected both cock and hen, he remarked that the same muscles were stronger in the cock. The rivalry with which some of these feathered songsters will sing against each other in captivity is well known to bird-fanciers, and Bechstein observes, speaking of the Thuringian Canary birds, that there are some males which, especially in the pairing season, sing with so much strength and ardour, that they burst the delicate vessels of the lungs and die suddenly.

The Hon. Daines Barrington, who paid much attention to this subject, remarks that some passages of the song in a few kinds of birds correspond with the intervals of our musical scale; but that much the greater part of such a song is not capable of musical notations. He attributes this to the following causes-First, because the rapidity is often so great, and it is also so uncertain where they may stop, that it is impossible to reduce the passages to form a musical bar in any time whatsoever; secondly, on account of the pitch of most birds being considerably higher than the most shrill notes of instruments of the greatest compass;-and lastly, because the intervals used by birds are commonly so minute that we cannot judge at all of them from the more gross intervals into which our musical octave is divided.

But though, as the same author observes, we cannot attain the more delicate and imperceptible intervals in the song of birds, yet many of them are capable of whistling tunes with our more gross intervals, as in the case of piping bullfinches and canary-birds. This faculty of learning the first notes that the bird is able to distinguish, leads us to another interesting part of our subject, and we will now proceed to the experiments made by Daines Barrington, showing that the varied songs which distinguish different species of birds, are the consequence of the parental notes which first meet their ears.

The learned author states that to be certain that a nestling will not have even the call of its species, it should be taken from the nest when only a day or two old; because, though nestlings cannot see till the seventh day, yet they can hear from the instant they are hatched, and probably, from that circumstance, attend to sounds more than they do afterwards, especially as the call of the parents announces the arrival of their food. After stating the trouble of breeding up a bird of this tender age, and admitting that he himself never reared one, he goes on to speak of a linnet and a goldfinch which he had seen, and which were taken from their nests when only two or three days old, and to mention some other curious instances of imitation in the following terms:"The first of these (the linnet) belonged to Mr. Matthews, an apothecary at Kensington, which, from a want of other sounds to imitate, almost articulated the words pretty boy, as well as some other short sentences. I heard the bird myself repeat the words pretty boy; and Mr. Matthews assured me, that he had neither the note nor call of any bird whatsoever. This talking linnet died last year, before which many people went from London to hear him speak.”

"The goldfinch I have before mentioned was reared in the town of Knighton, in Radnorshire, which I happened to hear as I was walking by the house where it was kept. I thought, indeed, that a wren was