had been worked upon in some moment of
excitement, that he was the victim of an illusion; at another he would
call to mind all the past--he would feel its terrible reality: and then
the thought would suggest itself that with this supernatural vision
Heaven had nothing to do; that it was but the work and jugglery of
Satan. But then the relic--by such means the devil would not have
worked. A few days after he had sailed, he bitterly repented that he
had not stated the whole of his circumstances to Father Seysen, and
taken his advice upon the propriety of following up his search; but it
was now too late; already was the good ship Batavia more than a thousand
miles from the port of Amsterdam, and his duty, whatever it might be,
_must_ be fulfilled.

As the fleet approached the Cape, his anxiety increased to such a degree
that it was remarked by all who were on board. The captain and officers
commanding the troops embarked, who all felt interested in him, vainly
attempted to learn the cause of his anxiety. Philip would plead ill
health; and his haggard countenance and sunken eyes silently proved that
he was under acute suffering. The major part of the night he passed on
deck, straining his eyes in every quarter, and watching each change in
the horizon, in anticipation of the appearance of the Phantom Ship; and
it was not till the day dawned that he sought a perturbed repose in his
cabin. After a favourable passage, the fleet anchored to refresh at
Table Bay, and Philip felt some small relief, that up to the present
time the supernatural visitation had not again occurred.

As soon as the fleet had watered, they again made sail, and again did
Philip's agitation become perceptible. With a favouring breeze,
however, they rounded the Cape, passed by Madagascar, and arrived in the
Indian Seas, when the Batavia parted company with the rest of the fleet,
which steered to Cambroon and Ceylon. "And now," thought Philip, "will
the Phantom Ship make her appearance? It has only waited till we should
be left without a consort to assist us in distress." But the Batavia
sailed in a smooth sea and under a cloudless sky, and nothing was seen.
In a few weeks she arrived off Java, and previous to entering the
splendid roads of Batavia, hove-to for the night. This was the last
night they would be under sail, and Philip stirred not from the deck,
but walked to and fro, anxiously waiting for the morning. The morning
broke--the sun ros