The Sun.
London, England, 1845-06-09 00:00:00

TEI CHEVALIER'S WANDERINGS.

"Four days and four nights 'tre thus passed in a
wretched fishing shed, over which a piece of sailcloth
was strotohed, to obtain some shelter from the rain and
cold ; and at night they lay down on the bare ground
without any other covering than the clothes they had on.
At the end of the fourth day, the sea appearing to be
clear of English vessels, they re-embarked, and coated
for some days along the Long Island, enduring the
greatest privations, and frequently in danger of being
captured by the British cruisers that were hovering
about. Seen-times, when, owing to a calm, they were
unable to land, they were even reduced to the necessity
of moistening their Parched lips with salt waster, mixed
with a few drops of brainly.
It was near the end of May that they landed on South
Uist, and by that time their condition was such, that it
appeared impossible to prolong their lives unless by sur
rendering themselves to their pursuers. Enduring pri
',rations of every kind, fleeing irons island to island and
from rock to rock, tormenteii by hunger and thirst, un-
prot cted from the cold, and constantly exposed to every
kind of weather, Charles had di-played throughout, not
only firmness, but cheerfulness. His companions ex-
knowledge with one voice, that not one of the party dis-
played more courage amid dangers and sufferings of
every kind, or more readiness to snatch at every little
incident that Inight afford a momentary diversion to his
drooping crew. Mention has already been made of his
skill in dressing fish and baking cakes. When their
pipes were all broken, he taught them to supply the loss
by means of quills, which he stuck into one another, and
thus frequently manufsctutei for himself a hookah of a
very respectable length. When the rest of the party
were sinking under their sufferings. he frequently suc-
ceeded in reviving their courage, by holding out the
some of their own national airs. With all his efftrts,
hopes of more fortunate times, or by singing to them
however, to bear up against his sufferings, it became
evident to his faithful followers that his health was be-
ginn n, to give way. Ile had hitherto es:aped his pur-
suers
hoownlywabsy
heeu ntostConntitinuele'ntongdi7 so, he fell seriously
ill ? " his
place of refuge,
but .

THE CHILD OF THE ISLANDS. A Poem.
By the Hon. Mrs. IVo,t
There is an old saying, " It is always the darkest
the hour before dawn." We know not if it is literally
the case, but in daily life we find it a rule without
exception. When the clouds of despair gather around,
and we ere lost in the gloomy darkness, then the star
of Hole shines forth with heavenly beams, and lights
our onward path,—when the heavy weight of guilt
and shame bows down the trembling sinner, till the
healin A. on his wings," and peace
.itthhe troubled heart. In all the various
burden becom, s intolerable, then the angel of mercy
aapgpaebairsiw
enters
‘
changes of life we will find it ever thus. The lad-
der of joy ascends from the caverns of despair, and
"
the hapless wretch who falls even to the lowest
depths, may yet find a footing on those glorious steps,
r iodureneednovbe3; ehisfalflaelnstate
fall
may rise. Awhile ago we
m
of the English people,
we grieved to see our outward splendour vainly en-
deavouring to conceal our real distress. The great,
the powerful, the glorious island, was in truth but
o A goodly apple, rotten at thecore."
The regal splendour, the commercial wealth, formed
a said contrast to the awful lists of misery and crime
—it was a gloomy picture—a dark hour, indeed; but,
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yf
from
roosomyfmmt
suffering
aehtehdryw dwellings
has
unramegsysbanei
oorl
prevails
has
happily, that darkness which precedes the dawn.
lamentatioanroaursoe
The voice of
thheeartpa.oorc,
hairtity found an echo in the noble
is
ilseorrows of the poor are the
and a universal spirit
throu
theme of every tongue. We hear of them in the
been hgehaorudt tihne
vain—the land.
eloquent discourses of statesmen, we find them in
every department of literature, they add new interest
to the page of the novelist and inspire the poet's
verse. Foremost amid the works of genius dedicated
to this great cause is a beautiful poem, by Mrs.
Norton, addressed to the young Prince of Wales, the
" Child of the Islands.
The name is well suited to the theme. A work
meant to inspire hope could hardly have a more ap-
proprite subject than the fair child in whom are cen-
tered the aspirations of a nation's future. His youth
and innocence are, as it were, a type of the gentle
spirit of sympathy, and love, and surely bis name may
well find a place in a work relating to the people, for
is not he, though not of the people himself, yet
closely connected with their welfare, not by heredi-
tary right alone, as in the old days of feudal tyranny,
but united by the bonds of affection, the acknow-
ledgment of mutual rights, and the kindly inter-