A glance of melancholy reproach was cast upon the little flag that was just waving at the mizzen-masthead of the Foudroyant; and then it fell on the carpet of faces beneath, that seemed fairly to change the surface of the smooth sea into an arena of human countenances.

His look was steady, though his soul was in a tumult.

Ghita was recognized by her companion and by her dress.

He moved toward the edge of his narrow scaffolding, endeavored to stretch forth his arms, and blessed her again aloud.

The poor girl dropped on her knees in the bottom of the boat, bowed her head, and in that humble attitude did she remain until all was over; not daring once to look upward again.
"Son," said the priest, "this is a moment when the earth and its feelings must be forgotten." "I know it, father," answered the old man, his voice trembling with emotion, for his sensations were too powerful, too sublime, even, for the degrading passion of fear--"but never before did this fair piece of the creation seem so lovely in my eyes as now, when I am about to quit it for the last time." "Look beyond this scene, into the long vista of eternity, son; there thou wilt behold that which mocks at all human, all earthly means.