knights-errant used to do; no one now, issuing from the wood,

penetrates yonder mountains, and then treads the barren, lonely

shore of the sea- mostly a tempestuous and stormy one- and finding

on the beach a little bark without oars, sail, mast, or tackling of

any kind, in the intrepidity of his heart flings himself into it and

commits himself to the wrathful billows of the deep sea, that one

moment lift him up to heaven and the next plunge him into the

depths; and opposing his breast to the irresistible gale, finds