t, I should like to know,
and how can it concern you whether Mr. Musgrave goes or not?"

"I said so, Sir, because I know how you will feel his loss for so long
a period. You know how you did feel his loss before, and I do not wish
to see you working so hard, as you will have to do it without his
assistance."

"Well, that's kindly thought, Amy, at all events; but still I fear
that Mr. Musgrave must go, and I must work by myself till he comes
back; so it's no use saying any more about it."

Amy sighed and made no reply. On the third day after this interview,
every thing was ready, and on the following morning I was to sail. Mr.
Trevannion had so many directions to give, and kept me so wholly with
him, that I could hardly find time to speak to his daughter. However,
it was agreed that as I was to sail at daylight, that she would see me
after her father had gone to bed. Our meeting took place--need I say
that it was a tender one. We renewed our vows over and over again, and
it was not till past midnight that I tore myself away. Old Humphrey
looked very knowingly at me when he let me out of the street-door. I
slipped a guinea in his hand and wished him good-bye. I hastened on
board of the Sparrow-Hawk, and desiring to be called before daylight,
went down into the cabin. There I remained sitting at the table, and
thinking of Amy so long, that when the mate came down to wake me, he
found that I was still sitting there, having never been to bed during
the whole of the night.

I started from my reverie and hastened on deck to get the schooner
under weigh. It was soon done, although we were, comparatively
speaking, short-handed. There was a fine breeze, and lightened as she
now was, the little vessel flew through the water. Liverpool was soon
out of sight, and we were dashing down the Irish Channel.

"She sails well, now," said I to the second mate, a very clever man,
and much better educated than most seamen, for he could navigate, as
well as being a first-rate seaman.

"Yes, Sir," replied Olivarez, "she walks fast. She is not too deep
now," replied he; "what a slaver she would make."

This man was not an Englishman, but a Brazilian Portuguese by birth,
although he had long been out of his country. Having set her course, I
went down below, that I might indulge in my castle-building more at my
ease. The wind increased to a gale, but as it was from the northward,
and bore us to our destination, it was welcomed. We soon cro