not attempt to describe--and
much less can you expect, brother, that I should attempt a
description of the feelings of the afflicted widow and fatherless
child, who first received from me the melancholy tidings that they
were so!

Thus, brother, have I furnished you with as minute a detail of the
sad misfortunes that have attended me, in my intended passage to
Antigua, in February and March last, as circumstances will admit
of--and here permit me once more to repeat the enquiry--is it not
sufficient to satisfy you and every reasonable person, that I owe my
life and liberty to the interposition of a Divine Providence?--so
fully persuaded am I of this, dear brother, and of my great
obligations to that Supreme Being who turned not away my prayer nor
his mercy from me, that I am determined to engage with my whole
heart to serve Him the residue of my days on earth, by the aid of
his heavenly grace--and invite all who profess to fear Him (should a
single doubt remain on their minds) to come and hear what he hath
done for me!

I am, dear brother, affectionately yours,
LUCRETIA PARKER.

FOOTNOTES:

[26] From an Old Pamphlet, published in 1825.

THE PASSING OF MOGUL MACKENZIE

The Last of the North Atlantic Pirates[27]

ARTHUR HUNT CHUTE

In the farther end of the Bay of Fundy, about a mile off from the Nova
Scotian coast, is the Isle of Haut. It is a strange rocky island that
rises several hundred feet sheer out of the sea, without any bay or
inlets. A landing can only be effected there in the calmest weather; and
on account of the tremendous ebb of the Fundy tides, which rise and fall
sixty feet every twelve hours, the venturesome explorer cannot long keep
his boat moored against the precipitous cliffs.

Because of this inaccessibility little is known of the solitary island.
Within its rampart walls of rock they say there is a green valley, and
in its center is a fathomless lake, where the Micmac Indians used to
bury their dead, and hence its dread appellation of the "Island of the
Dead." Beyond these bare facts nothing more is certain about the secret
valley and the haunted lake. Many wild and fabulous descriptions are
current, but they are merely the weavings of fancy.

Sometimes on a stormy night the unhappy navigators of the North Channel
miss the coast lights in the fog, and