It would be impossible to describe the anxiety with which all on board the Semiramis now watched the little Brazilian. She was literally rushing into the jaws of destruction; and, as she rose over each successive wave, it seemed as if she must be dashed on the treacherous reef at the next dip. Still she stood bravely on; and, though doubtless the lips of those on board her might be quivering at that moment in the agony of suspense, the little craft looked so beautiful, and sailed so gayly, her white sails and slender spars flashing in the sunlight that even her pursuers mentally prayed for her safety, quite irrespective of the prize-money they would lose by her destruction on the rocks. Jack does not like to see a pretty craft run ashore, at any price. They began almost to think the schooner "bore a charmed life;" for she seemed to be floating over the very reef itself, and the white foam of the breakers could be seen all round her. "Blessed, if I don't think she's the Flying Dutchman," said one blue jacket to another. "Gammon, Bill--ain't we round the Cape? and don't you know that's just where the Flying Dutchman never could get to?" replied his messmate. The little schooner bounded onward merrily--suddenly she staggers, and every spar shivers. "She has struck!" cried twenty voices at once. Now she rises with a coming wave, and now she settles down again with a violence that brings her topmasts on the deck. "Out with the boats," is the order on board the Semiramis, and the men fly to execute it. Another wave lifts the schooner--another fearful crash--she rolls over--her decks are rent asunder--her crew are struggling in the water--and with them (every man shudders at the sight) hundreds of negroes, manacled to each other and fettered to the lower deck, are shot out into the foam. Bravely pulled the seamen in the boats of the Semiramis; but two strong swimmers, who had fought their way through the boiling surf were all they saved. So slight was the build of the little schooner that she had gone to pieces instantly on striking; and, within sight of the Semiramis, within hearing of the death-shrieks that rent the air from _six hundred and thirty human beings_, who, shackled together with heavy irons, were dashed among the waters, and perished a slow and helpless death, two only of their jailers survived to tell of the number that had sunk! Surely this sad tale may at least be added to the catalogue of ills produced by England's "good intentions" in striving to suppress the slave trade. INDUSTRY OF THE INSANE.