the rugged paths of life;
while others, by their malevolence and pride, increase its sorrows an
hundred fold.

The next day continued stormy, and the rain fell in torrents. The
unsteady motion of the ship did not tend to improve the health of the
occupants of the ladies' cabin. Those who had been well the day before,
were now as helpless and miserable as their companions. Miss Leigh alone
seemed to retain her usual composure. Mrs. Dalton could scarcely be
named in this catalogue, as she only slept and dressed in the cabin, the
rest of her time being devoted to her friends upon deck, but, in spite
of the boisterous winds and heavy sea, she was as gay and as airy as
ever.

Her noisy children were confined to the cabin, where they amused
themselves by running races round the table, and shouting at the top of
their shrill voices. In all their pranks, they were encouraged and
abetted by Hector, who, regardless of the entreaties of the invalids,
and the maledictions of the exasperated stewardess, did his very best to
increase the uproar and confusion. Hector did not care for the commands
of any one but his mistress, and she was in the saloon, playing at
billiards with Major F.

Little Willie Dalton had discovered the baby, and Flora was terrified
whenever he approached her berth, which was on a level with the floor of
the cabin, as that young gentleman, who was at the unmanageable age of
three years, seemed decidedly bent on mischief. Twice he had crept into
her bed on his hands and knees, and aimed a blow at the head of the
sleeping babe with the leg of a broken chair, which he had found beneath
the sofa.

While the ladies slept, Hector stole from berth to berth, and possessed
himself of all their stores of oranges, lemons, and cayenne lozenges;
sharing the spoils with the troublesome, spoilt monkeys, left by their
careful mamma in his keeping.

Towards evening Mrs. Lyndsay felt greatly recovered from her grievous
attack of sea-sickness; and, with the assistance of Miss Leigh, she
contrived to dress herself, and get upon the deck.

The rain was still falling in large, heavy drops; but the sun was
bravely struggling through the dense masses of black clouds, which had
obscured his rays during the long stormy day, and now cast a watery and
uncertain gleam upon the wild scenery, over which Bamborough Castle
frowns in savage sublimity.

This was the last glance Flora gave to the shores of dear old England.
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