“We are making ready to get under sail, my lord! But first I shall send the boats to the sand-bank to bring off that body, which has been cast ashore there, and give it Christian burial, at least, if it be only in the depths of the sea! By the general appearance, I think it is the body of that man that beat the other one off the plank and drowned himself in the act. There! you can see for yourself, my lord.” And the captain placed the glass in the hands of his passenger. Lord Montressor raised the instrument and took sight at the sand-bank. Yes! there, thrown up by the waves, partially buried in the sand, and slightly covered with sea-weed, lay the dead body of a man! Various fragments of the wrecked ship, and remnants of its cargo—spars, yards, planks, barrels, casks and strong boxes, more or less broken and staved open, were scattered about. From these various objects Lord Montressor turned his glass once more upon the dead body. It certainly did bear some resemblance to the man who had struck his companion from the plank, and perished in the deed; but beyond this Lord Montressor could not form any conclusive opinion in regard to it. With a sigh he dropt the telescope. Two boats were now lowered, manned, and pushed off from the brig. Lord Montressor watched their course with his naked eye until they reached the scene of the wreck; then he once more raised the telescope to scan more closely their operations on the sand bar. The men in the small boat landed first, and reverently raised the corpse and carried it on board their boat, where they covered it with a sail cloth; then they returned to the sands and joined the men from the large boat, who went about among the waifs of the wreck, selecting such casks, barrels and boxes as had received the least injury, and were the most worthy of preservation. When this was done and the second boat was laden, the men embarked again and rowed back to the Queen Charlotte. The large boat with the rescued relics of the wreck reached the brig first, and was unladen before the small boat, propelled slowly with measured strokes, in honor of the dead she bore, arrived. She pulled up to the starboard gangway, where the captain, mate, and many of the passengers were assembled to receive her. The corpse, still wrapped in the sail-cloth, was reverently lifted out, hoisted up, and laid upon the deck. The face and breast were uncovered, and exposed to inspection. “Is there any one present who is able to identify this body?” inquired the captain, possibly as a mere matter of form, for it was not probable that any other than the shipwrecked passenger, then resting in the cabin, could be competent to do so.