Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-11-01

IOrquayJ IN DeVOnshIrc, during the
winter season.
Is blowing terifcally, Alfred
Pm afraid there will be many
wrecks in Torquay by to-morroW
morning. Would you like to 90
down to tho pier now| said his
friend, Capt. Fawcett, one night.
Horton acquiesccd; so, having
dOnned some warm Peajackets,
/ they set out.
Torquay Is one Of the finest OF
England's harbors, though one out
little frcquented by shipping
High veTdure clad cliffs stands bold
/ ~ out on the eastern side, and bat
tie with the surges which dash i'm
Potently against their rugged
sleeps. Horton had mover wit
messed such a scene as that which
met his eye when they gained the
shore.
Tho mighty pillows rolled IN
from out the darkness in long,
white crested, archIng waves, burst
ing with a deafening roar against
the beetling cliffs, and scattering
salt spray hundreds OF feet in tho
air.
Suddenly there came q cry, borne
along from out the darkness, that
ran shrIlly above even the howl
ing Of the tempest; and many
a brave heart quaked, and many
pulse stood still, for it carried a
tale OF shipwreck and death with
it.
q wreck. a wreck, Man the life
boat! was the shout from the
throng on land, as the dim outline
Of n vess2l-still battling bravely,
but soon to succumb upon the
rOcks-burst into view.
4 hardy and brave race arc the
Dovonians-mcn reared 10 peril
from infancy-but many q heart
quailed as the lifc-boat was dragg-
cd out, for the crew thought of
their wives and little ones.
Thompson, you shall not 60;
you have been III. l will take your
place, said Captain Fawcett to one
of the hands.
The man dcmurred; but Fawcctt
was we'll known down there, and 4
cheer greeted his action.
Il am going also,' cried Herton;
and he needed not Fawcett's bid
ding to so back, but sprang into
the boat rs they launched it thro'
the surl.
Buoyantly the gallant boat
breasted the breaking billows, and
steadily the valiant crew piled their
bending Oars-now tossed high on
the crest of a mountainous wave,
anon buried in an abyss of chaotic
darkness.
The vessel they ossayed to sue
cor was schooncr-yacht. She F.
stuck on . reef that lay about half .
a milo off the shore, and a ringing
cry Of agony quickly announced |
her fate. All in the lile-boat knew /
that in five minutes the hapless /
craft would go to pieces, and they |
labored with supcrhumau strength |
until they reached her side.
Quickly and skilfully the prac-
,ised crew worked to do the rest
Twelve men and two women were
drawn inbOard-the boat headed
once more TO shore; and, ah, what
= cry OF joy, what p@an of praise
went up TO heaven from the beach I.
when tho lifc-saver grounded and !
all fears were dlspcllcd.
But to Horton the Joy was two
fold; for, when rescued and rescuers
were housed in the sheet Anchor
md he was receiving the heartfelt
thanks of those saved. Constance
MOretoE threw her arms round his
neck, and rained tears of Joy upon
his bosom. And Mr.. MOreton,
when he saw this, and recognized /
the painter as one OF his prcservers,
srasped both the young mans
hands, and made his peace forever
by rejoining those loving hearts he
had afOretime severed.
The wrecked yatch had belong |
cd to 4 Devonshiro gentleman, |
named Strickland, who, with his
daughter, Mr.. Morcton, and Con-
stance, had been out on q cruise, |
when the gale drove them into /
Torquay; and that accounted for |
the unexpected meeting. Mr.. |
Morcton had been some months on |
q visit in DevonshIre.
Half the pleasure IN being mar
riCd consists in the bonds being |
rivotcd in a pretty church. No |
prettier church cdifco exists than .
the little antiquatcd, iyy-clad church |
at Cockerton, as all who have seen
it can testify. And from its stee-
pie, one bright May morning, the
joy-beEs sang out merrily; and ere
noon, from the portals and up the
lower-strewn pathway beneath the
ccdars, passed pair OF blushing
brides, welcomed by the song-birds,
blessed by all.
Reader, they were Constance
Horton and Maud Fawcctt, nee
Strickland. May peace and happi-
ness awai, their future.