Yonder glowed the lights of the world, here was the gloomy, unknown shore.

And we, we were the souls of the dead awaiting the last destruction at the teeth and claws of some unknown monster, such as that which haunts the recesses of the Egyptian hell.

Oh! the parallel was painfully exact.

And yet, what do you think was the remark of that irrepressible young man Stephen?
"Here we are at last, Allan, my boy," he said, "and after all without any trouble on our own part.

I call it downright providential.