86 THE SHIPWRECK,

of this noble youth in the narrow couch he had prepared
with so much toil, his tears could no longer be restrained,
his strength failed him, and he was unable to finish what
he had commenced. Philip saw this, and hastened to
finish the sad duty. The count did not reject his volun-
tary aid, nor did he even once raise his eyes from the grave.
In silence they had entered upon this melancholy office,
in silence they continued it. ”

The moon had now risen, and the last grave was yet
unopened. Philip cast his eyes on the livid countenance
of the unburied corpse; it disclosed to him the well known
features of the boatswain. All his hatred was aroused at
the sight. ”’I'was by the hand of this very man that a
most severe and ignominious punishment had been in-
flicted upon him but a few days before his death, and that
too by Count Charles’s special order.

A deadly paleness overspread his face, and his eyes be-
trayed his bitter fury. Yet he forgot not that this man
was but the passive instrument of another’s hate.

“ Yes !” said he to himself, “it was thy hatred, tyrant !
which added that indignity to so many others ;” fixing at
the same instant on the count a look expressive of the
vengeance he was now thirsting for. The count could
not mistake the meaning of the glance, but he misinter-

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