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By the pricking of my thumbs,

Something wicked this way comes.

SHAKSPEARE

There is nothing in England so variable as its climate. Before the

succeeding night, the very remembrance of the storm seemed to have

passed away from the placid waters, which now slept in the moonbeams as

tranquilly as a cradled child; the sea-bird's scream no longer whistled

through the air, and the small waves murmured their gentle music along

the strand. Nature was hushed and happy; but the tranquillity of

external objects had little effect upon the mind of Burrell, as he

strode to his trysting with the bold Buccaneer. Yet were there no

outward tokens that he apprehended aught from the meeting; for,

excepting the sword, usually borne by persons of all ranks and

professions during the dynasty of Oliver, he was completely unarmed. The

place appointed was appropriately described as "Under the Cavern." It

was known to Dalton's more intimate associates, and the Cavaliers, who

had from time to time obtained security therein; but, if its bare, bleak

walls had been gifted with speech, they might have rehearsed such tales

of rapine and plunder as few writers would venture to record. The

cavern appeared, to those who might wander along the sea-shore, to be

but a deep and natural excavation into a huge rock, the western

extremity of which ran out into the ocean, and therefore compelled the

traveller to ascend a kind of artificial steps, in order to pass to the

other side: the beach was, consequently, but little frequented, as

leading to no necessary point, and as the inhabitants of the adjoining

cottage, with which our readers are already familiar, had taken especial

care to form several paths in various directions from its door, but none

leading down to this part of the neighbouring cliffs, it was but rarely

that the whiteness of the rocks was defaced by any foot save that of the

daring bird from whom it received its name, and by whom it was regarded

as his own natural and undisputed property.

Whether the cavern into which we are about to enter was originally

framed by some freak of Nature, or was the invention and subsequent

accomplishment of art, we are unable to determine. Like many a structure

better formed to endure for ages, it has been long swept away by the

encroachments of the sea, which, since the period we write of, has been

gradually gaining upon the land. Even at the present moment, there are

old men dwelling in the neighbourhood who can remember houses and

corn-fields where now a proud ship may ride at anchor. From time to

time, without the slightest warning, some immense rock falls, and

mingles with the ocean, which soon dashes aside every trace of its

existence, leaving merely a new surface, to vanish in its turn under the

influence of a power, silent and patient, but inevitable and

unconquerable.