The storm burst with fury; the little vessels were most of them shattered to pieces, and many of the misguided and unfortunate young men fell victims to their wilful folly.

Some, who were good swimmers, escaped, but Lord Louis had struck his head against a projecting rock, and, stunned and senseless, must have sunk, had not Mr.
Myrvin been mercifully permitted to bear him to the shore in safety.

He was extremely ill, but in a few weeks recovered sufficiently to return to Hanover, unconscious, as was Mr.Myrvin, of the virulent fever then raging there.

Already in delicate health, he was almost instantly attacked by the disease, in its most alarming and contagious form; the servants fled in terror from the house, only one, his own valet, an Englishman, remained near him.

But Mr.Myrvin never left him; day and night he attended, soothed, and relieved him.