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English scenery. Here all is nature.'
'And I think you must be a very great lover of it, if you prefer this hilly,
iron bound island, to the level green sward of Derwent park,' replied the
earl.
'I must still plead guilty of the charge of loving nature as it is, uncle,'
responded Mary. 'I have seen it in a great variety of forms. I have
viewed its high grandeur amid the forests and mountains of America;
but never before this hour, have I ever seen it so pure, so serene, and so
calmly beautiful.'
'I must needs own, that this is at present, a quiet place enough,'
answered the earl, 'but do you not know, dear Mary, that even here, the
face of nature is oft times suddenly changed, by the awful sweep of the
howling hurricane, or the thundering shock of the subterraneous
earthquake.'

'Why, I really believe, that you are getting to be enthusiastic now, dear
uncle,' replied Mary Hamilton, 'but we cannot exactly agree, I move
that we drop the subject forthwith.'
'And I second the motion,' laughingly responded the noble earl.--'But
look at the ship, Mary, and see, she is almost hull down in the distance.'
The vessel to which the earl alluded, the white sails of which were just
visible to his eyes and those of his companion, from the eminence on
which they stood, was the honorable East India Company's ship
Gladiator, to which belonged the boat that had conveyed the Earl and
his party to the shore, in the manner before related. She was bound to
Rio Janeiro, from thence to Batavia, and as they had a long passage
from the Downs, Captain Rowland was easily persuaded to allow his
distinguished passenger the long coveted recreation of visiting the
small though beautiful island of Trinidad.
'Rowland is going to make a long tack, this time I guess,' continued the
earl, as they both stood watching the still lessening sails of the huge
Indiaman.
'Suppose, dear uncle, replied Mary Hamilton, 'that this Captain
Rowland should sail away and leave us here upon this remote island.'
'Then you would have a most excellent chance to study nature as it is,'
responded the earl playfully. 'But Rowland would never dare to do any
such foolish thing as that to which you have alluded.'
'It may be so, uncle, but still I must sincerely confess, that there is
something about this Captain Rowland and his general conduct which I
by no means like.'
'Oh, you are too fastidious, dear Mary,' replied the earl, 'for I am sure
that as far as my observation has gone, Captain Rowland has conducted
himself thus far during our voyage, in a very kind and gentlemanly
manner.'
'Your observation has not extended as far as mine, uncle, if it had you

would have noticed the sardonic and sinister expression of this captain's
countenance, as he oft times gazed upon the fair form of sweet Ellen
Armstrong.'
'What a suspicious mortal you are, Mary. Why, I would trust Rowland's
honor amongst a thousand Ellen Armstrongs, or Mary Hamiltons
either.'
'God grant that your trust in his good intentions may be well founded,'
replied Mary seriously, then adroitly turning the conversation, she
continued, 'see uncle, there is Arthur Huntington and Ellen Armstrong
at the bottom of the hill--let us join them.'
Having thus spoken, Mary Hamilton accepted the aid of the earl's
proffered arm, and both together leisurely descended the hill, intently
gazing upon the sea, they did so as if watching the slow progress of the
ship, which was now standing in towards the land.
So very busy was sweet Ellen Armstrong, in catching each enthusiastic
word as it fell from the lips of Arthur Huntington, whilst he eloquently
descanted on the beauties of the island scenery--she was scarcely aware
of the near vicinity of her elder intruders, until Mary Hamilton
approached her closely and spoke as follows:
'Oh, Ellen, what a monopolizer you are of the attention of young
gentlemen. First, you led Mr. Henry Huntington in a wild goose chase
all around the island, and next, we find you holding a very confidential
'tete-a-tete' with young Mr. Arthur. Such proceedings are really too bad,
and, as your watchful 'duenna,' I must enter my serious protest against
them.'
These words were spoken in a playful bantering kind of manner, which
caused the rich red blood to mantle over the face and neck of the
beautiful Ellen, whilst she answered in the same tone:
'I humbly crave your pardon, most gracious and prudent 'duenna,' for
having been the only one of the party who designed to treat the young
gentlemen to whom you have alluded, with ordinary civility.'

'She has you there, Mary,' exclaimed the earl, 'and it is now your turn to
blush for