dipped into the water; many of the Blacks were thrown down, and some canted overboard. Soon did the ship again rise proudly, as though determined to have one more struggle against destruction: but, all at once, both the masts went by the board with a tremendous crash, the rigging covering the deck, as it were, with a thick

net.

The terrified Negroes fled with cries of horror to the hold, but, as the wind had now no power over the ship, she righted and was gently rocked upon the waves. Tamango stood motionless, his arm resting upon the binnacle, and his face covered with his hand : beside him was Ayshee, who durst not speak. The Negroes by degrees collected about him: a murmur arose and soon encreased to a tempest of reproaches and vituperation. "Faithless deceiver!" cried they; "thou art the cause of our misfortunes. Thou soldest us to the Whites, and by thy persuasion we rose against them. Thou vauntedst to us thy power, and promisedst to conduct us back to our own country. We were silly enough to believe thee, and now we are all lost, because thou hast offended the fetish of the Whites." Tamango haughtily raised his head, and the Negroes who stood nearest to him timidly drew back. He seized two muskets, motioned to his wife to follow him, and strode through the multitude, which made way for him, to the forecastle. Here he made a barricado of empty barrels and planks, and sat down behind it. His comrades left him unmolested. Some of the insurgents wept; others, with hands uplifted to heaven, called upon their fetishes and those of the Whites for help. Some fell on their knees before the compass, the incessant motion of which excited their astonishment, and implored it to conduct them back to their country: others lay upon the deck in mute despair. To complete the picture, let the reader figure to himself women and children weeping and howling, and forty or fifty wounded, soliciting succour which none was capable of affording.

Suddenly a Negro appeared upon deck; his face beamed with delight: he had discovered the locker where the Whites kept their brandy, and the pleasure expressed in his countenance proclaimed that he had already had a taste of it. This intelligence instantly silenced the cries of the wretched Blacks. They hurried below and quickly dispatched the brandy. An hour afterwards, they were dancing upon the deck, laughing and indulging in all the excesses of beastly intoxication. Their dancing and singing were accompanied by the sighs and moans of the wounded. Thus passed the rest of the day and the whole night.

Next morning new horrors overtook them. During the night a great number of the wounded had died. The ship, strewed with carcases, rocked to and fro; the sea ran high, and the atmosphere. was foggy. A consultation was held: some, who were conversant in the art of sorcery, but had not dared to speak of their skill in the presence of Tamango, offered their services one after another. Various exorcisms were tried, and every fruitless attempt encreased the depondency. At length they bethought them of Tamango, who had not yet quitted his barricado; for, after all, he was the wisest

among them, and the only person capable of rescuing them from the terrible situation into which he alone had brought them. An aged Negro approached his retreat with proposals of peace, and solicited his assistance; but Tamango, inflexible as a Coriolanus, turned a deaf ear to all entreaties. During the night he had secured a supply of onions and salt meat, and seemed resolved not to quit his fortress. There was still left some brandy, which had the power of banishing the thoughts of the sea, slavery, and impending death. In their sleep the poor wretches dreamt of Africa, and beheld forests of gum-trees, thatched huts, and baobabs, whose shade covered whole villages. The excesses of the preceding day began afresh. Several days were thus passed in shouting, weeping, drinking, and sleeping. Several died from the effects of intoxication; some threw themselves into the sea, or put an end to their lives in other ways. One morning, Tamango quitted his fortress, and went up to the stump of the main-mast. "Slaves," said he, “the Great Spirit has appeared to me in a dream, and revealed to me the means of conveying you back to your native land. You deserve for your ingratitude that I should leave you; but, moved by the cries and lamentations of these women and children, I forgive you: now listen to me." The Negroes respectfully bowed their heads, and gathered round him. "The Whites alone," continued Tamango, 66 are acquainted with the powerful words by means of which these great wooden houses are set in motion; but we can govern those small canoes, which are so like our own-(pointing to the ship's boats)— let us fill them with provisions and row away before the wind: my master and yours will command it to blow us to our own country.' According to his notions, if they were only to keep rowing straight forward they should be sure to arrive at last at some country inhabited by Negroes; for to the Blacks belongs the land, while the Whites live entirely in their ships.

Preparations were accordingly made for putting this mad scheme into execution. It was found, however, that only the yawl and a smaller boat were serviceable, and these were not sufficient to hold about eighty yet surviving Negroes. It was deemed absolutely necessary to leave behind the sick and wounded, most of whom begged for death before their companions quitted them. The two overloaded boats pushed off with infinite difficulty from the ship; the sea was tempestuous and threatened every moment to engulph them. The smaller boat was got off first: Tamango and Ayshee were in the other, which, being larger and more heavily laden, moved much more slowly. The cries of despair uttered by the forlorn wretches who were left behind still rung in the ears of their departing comrades, when a wave suddenly broke over the yawl, filled her with water, and in less than a minute she went down. Almost all on board her perished; about a dozen only regained the ship: among these were Tamango and Ayshee. Those in the other boat, witnessing their misfortune, plied their oars with redoubled vigour, fearing lest they might be overtaken by some of the drowning wretches. As the sun was setting, the boat was seen from the ship disappearing on the horizon-what became of her nobody knows.

Why should we tire the reader with a disgusting description of the torments of famine? About twenty persons, confined in a narrow space, sometimes tossed to and fro by a stormy sea, at others scorched by the burning sun, fought for the miserable remnant of the provisions, and every morsel of biscuit cost a battle. In a few days the only survivors on board were Tamango and Ayshee.

One night the sea was vehemently agitated, the wind blew furiously, and the darkness was so great that it was impossible to see the length of the ship. Ayshee lay on a mattress in the cabin, and Tamango was sitting at her feet. Both had been long silent. Tamango," at length said Ayshee, "all that thou sufferest, thou sufferest through my fault."- "I suffer not," replied he drily, throwing half a biscuit by her upon the mattress. Keep it thyself," said she, gently pushing back the biscuit towards him; "I am not hungry now. And wherefore should I eat? is not my time come?" Without making any answer, Tamango rose, with faltering step went up to the deck, and seated himself on the stump of the mast. Suddenly a loud cry was heard through the howling of the wind and the roaring of the sea; a light appeared; he heard another cry, and a large black vessel brushed rapidly by, so near that the ends of the yards passed just over his head. He could distinguish nothing but two figures, on whom a light was thrown by a lantern hanging from the mast; they gave another shout, and their ship, driven along by the wind, disappeared in the darkness. No doubt the men on the look-out had discovered the dismasted vessel, but the storm had rendered it impossible to put the ship about. A moment afterwards, Tamango saw the flash of a cannon, and heard the report; he afterwards saw another flash, but heard no report. Next morning not a sail was to be seen. Tamango laid himself down again on the mattress and closed his eyes: his wife, Ayshee, had died in the night.

I know not how long afterwards it was that the English frigate Bellona discovered the hull of a dismasted vessel, apparently deserted by her crew. A boat was sent to board her, and found the corpse of a negro woman, and a black man so emaciated that he looked like a mummy. He lay insensible, but manifested some signs of life. The surgeon took him under his care, and, when the Bellona arrived at Kingston, Tamango was perfectly recovered. He was questioned respecting his adventures: he told all that he knew. The planters of the island insisted that he ought to be hanged for mutiny, but the philanthropic governor took him under his protection, declaring that he was excusable, as he had only stood in his own defence, and, after all, it was merely a parcel of Frenchmen that he had killed. He was treated like the Negroes found on board a confiscated slave-ship; he was set at liberty, that is to say, he was set to work for the government, and paid three-pence a day besides his food. He was a tall robust man. The colonel of the 75th regiment saw him and took him for a drummer. He learned some English, but spoke little; on the other hand he drank rum and ratafia in immense quantities. He died in the hospital.

INDEPENDENTLY of the satisfaction that arises from having the means of obtaining a wholesome beverage, compounded of the simple materials necessary for its production, it is important that the operation be accomplished with as little trouble or labour as possible, and unattended by the disagreeable circumstances usually incident to the process of Brewing.

The apparatus represented in the annexed engraving has for some years been applied to the service of families, and is alike adapted to the purposes of the cottage, the farm-house, the villa, and the mansion. To the supply required, the size of the apparatus must necessarily be proportioned; in other points the arrangement is quite suitable to all. The contrivance arose from a desire to simplify and make cleanly a disagreeable process, as it is usually practised, as well as to make the labour so slight that it may be performed by a female servant, or any person having a knowledge of the Brewing art, by whom the following explanation will render the process easily

understood.

The copper B is placed so high that its bottom may be above the cooler K and the mash-tub F, having a tap placed so low as to allow it to discharge nearly the whole of its contents either into the trough D, or the top cooler K, as may be required. The copper is supplied at the tap A by a pipe from a cistern, containing soft water suitable to the purpose. The fire is then made, and, when of a proper temperature, the water is let off by the tap E into the trough D, and thence to the mash-tub F, and the copper is immediately replenished with water for the second brewage, during the heating of which the mashing is in process. When the mashing is complete, the liquor is let off by the spiggot G, into the under-back, which is deep and large enough to receive it. The second water is then made to pass

by the trough into the mash-tub, and the liquor contained in the under-back is immediately pumped up into the copper by the pump H, for re-boiling with the hops. When this process is finished, the second supply from the mash-tub is run into the underback, and the liquor contained in the copper passed into the upper coolers K K, by the tap E, and by a plug in the bottom of the first cooler. The pump then raises the second mashing into the copper; when this is ready, and the first brewage transmitted by the plug L into the underback, the contents of the copper are let into the coolers as before, and the removal of the liquors takes place at such time as is usual when other means are resorted to. In some cases, a leathern pipe from the under-back communicates with the cellar, if underneath, and thus the work is completed with no other labour, as it regards the liquor, than that requisite to raise it by the pump from the underback to the copper.

This apparatus was several years ago first thus arranged and introduced into a small building contiguous to several cottages on the estate of a gentleman, by Mr. Papworth, the architect, to enable the occupants, at little labour and cost, to provide a portion of their sustenance the more satisfactorily to themselves, as they were assured of its genuineness, and, as it was likely to become advantageous to them for all the reasons which correspond with their own best interests and those of social order.

When this arrangement is adopted, and the size of the copper determined on, there is little further needful to be considered than that the mash-tub, coolers, and under-back, shall be proportioned to the copper, according to the well known circumstances of brewing.

CONTEMPLATION.

WRITTEN FOR A LADY'S ALBUM.

BY HENRY BRANDRETH, JUN., ESQ.

OCEAN, the night is on thee, and the moon
Sleeps, calmly sleeps, upon thy placid breast:

'Tis pleasant at so sweet an hour to sit

Alone by some gray ruin, whose sole crest

Is the green ivy, garland not unfit

To grace its brow of beauty, for, although
"T'is seared by time and tempest, still it seems
Not all devoid of beauty, as the beams

Of the pale moon its rifted arches show:
E'en such a ruin is my desolate heart,

And the fond thoughts of many a by-gone day,
Still fresh its ivy garland, loth to part,

Yet scarcely finding nurture, thus decay,
Yielding to grief the hopes of Life's bright noon.