collection of what further happened, until I felt myself violently thrown upon the beach by the force of the waves, on which the plank I held had floated. The shock I received was so great, that I soon fell again into a state of insensibility, from which I did not recover until the morning light shewed me the dreadful loss I had sustained. I looked around, and found myself alone: not one of my fellow voyagers had escaped. The sea was nearly calm, and hot the smallest vestige marked the spot were our vessel had sunk. I reflected on the melancholy scene I had witnessed; and the acute teeling I experienced, from being thus separated from all my companions and friends, whom I dearly loved, was greater than I can express; but soon the consideration that the God who had, through life, sustained

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and now most wonderfully preserved me, could still provide me with subsistence, cheered my drooping spirits, and with a firm reliance upon his goodness and power, and with a thankful heart for the blessing of preservation, I rose to endeavour to seek some habitation where I might obtain relief. I was very weak, and found it a most painful effort to walk; but I knew that on this exertion my life depended. Fortunately, I had a large clasp-knife in my pocket, and with it I cut down a branch, of a tree, which serving me as a stick, greatly assisted my feeble limbs, I dragged on a long, long way, but saw no human dwelling. The sun was beginning to sink, and my spirits sunk with it; what will become of me, thought I, if the darkness of night should prevent my proceeding: I must

then perish with hunger and fatigue, for I felt so weak, that I was assured I could not long survive. Worn out, I sat down under a tree, and gazed on the setting sun; but, what was my joy, on turning from that object, to perceive, at a little distance, a negro woman coming towards me! I crawled to meet her: she looked at me with pity, and bade me, in the negro language, (which I happily understood,) to follow her. I did so, and we soon arrived at a hut, which, being shaded with trees, I could not before discover. I entered with her, and saw two other women, sitting by a lamp, spinning cotton. I told them all I had suffered, and, when they heard how long I had been without food, one of the women rose and went out, and soon returned with a very fine fish, which she presently broiled, and

gave me to eat. They then kindly spread a mat for me on the floor, on which I laid down; and, when they thought me asleep, they began to sing. I listened to their voices, which were sweet, and I soon found that I was the subject of their song: the music of it was very plaintive, and the words I shall never forget. The poor white man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife has he to grind his corn: let us pity the white man: no mother has he.' The kindness of these poor, but friendly, negroes, delighted and affected me. In the morning, I cut off the buttons of my coat, and presented them to them: they were all I had to offer. In return, they gave me a small bag filled with provisions, shewed me the road I must take to arrive

at an European settlement, and assured me they would offer up prayers for my safety. My heart was so full, when I left them, my tears, rather than my words, expressed my gratitude. On my way, I reflected on the kind providence of God, who, at the very moment I was dreading I should perish with want, sent this benevolent negro to pity and relieve my distress."

"I TRAVELLED," continued Mr. Selby, until the day was far spent, when I was suddenly startled by the report of a gun. I looked round, but could perceive no one: however, as the sound somewhat alarmed me, I thought it best to