That Hudson is a humbug; there is some mystery between him and the mate.
"To-day H.R.was on deck for several hours, conversing sweetly and looking like the angel she is.

But happiness soon flies from me; a steamer came in sight, bound for Sydney.

She signaled us to heave to, and send a boat.

This was done, and the boat brought back a letter for her.
It seems they took us for the _Shannon,_ in which ship she was expected.
"The letter was from _him._ How her cheek flushed and her eye beamed as she took it! And, oh, the sadness, the agony, that stood beside her unheeded.
"I left the deck; I could not have contained myself.

What a thing is wealth! By wealth, that wretch can stretch out his hand across the ocean, and put a letter into her hand under my very eye.