CHAPTER XXIII.
THE breeze declined at sunset; but it rained at intervals during the night; and by morning they were somewhat chilled.
Death had visited them again during the night.

Prince was discovered dead and cold; his wounds were mere scratches, and there seems to be no doubt that he died by gorging himself with more food than his enfeebled system could possibly digest.
Thus dismally began a day of comparative bodily comfort, but mental distress, especially to Miss Rolleston and Mr.Hazel.
Now that this lady and gentleman were no longer goaded to madness by physical suffering, their higher sensibilities resumed their natural force, and the miserable contents of the blood-stained boat shocked them terribly.

Two corpses and two wounded men.
Mr.Hazel, however, soon came to one resolution, and that was to read the funeral service over the dead, and then commit them to the deep.

He declared this intention, and Cooper, who, though wounded, and apparently sinking, was still skipper of the boat, acquiesced readily.
Mr.Hazel then took the dead men's knives and their money out of their pockets, and read the burial service over them; they were then committed to the deep.

This sad ceremony performed, he addressed a few words to the survivors.
"My friends, and brothers in affliction, we ought not to hope too much from Divine mercy for ourselves; or we should come soon to forget Divine justice.