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IRACULOUS PRESERVATION FROM SHIPWRECK. -During an awful storm that raged throughout the night, the sloop Perseverance, Morris Evans master, of Carnarvon, with a mate, one seaman and a boy, bound from South Yarmouth to Dublin, when between the South Bishops and the Smalls, carried away her bowsprit, and immediately after, a sea broke on board that swept the decks, carrying away her bulwarks and chain cables, stoving her boat, and making her a complete wreck, with every sea sweeping her fore and aft.

She was now driving before a furious north-wester, with her mainsail set; the captain, mate, and the man, took refuge in the cabin, up to their necks in water; but the boy, in endeavouring to follow their example, was washed overboard by a sea, and his wailing cries were instantly lost amidst the tumultuous howling of the troubled deep.

At about twelve o'clock at night the vessel struck in a small cove on a part of the coast near St. Bride's, in the Jack Sound, called the Deer Park, where the cliffs are nearly in perpendicular height from 150 to 200 feet (nearly opposite to the VOL. LXXXIV.

rock on which the ill-fated Albion steamer was lost). The mainmast immediately broke into three or four pieces; and the last which the captain knew of his men, for they kept calling to each other as long as the seas permitted their heads to be above water, was the feeling one of their hands, as they held on to the wreck under water -such was the dreadful state they were in on the instant when the vessel struck!

The captain was instantaneously washed overboard, when he grasped one of the pieces of the mainmast, and was washed with it into a cavern in the perpendicular cliffs, and it was carried away the instant that he loosened his grasp, and had got a little beyond the force of the waves. This cavern at the high spring-tide, is many feet under water. There he lay, holding on to the rocks, with the sea bursting and bubbling over him, till the next morning.

This was the time of the neaptides, with a gale of wind blowing right upon the coast-when the tide recedes so little as to make it an impossibility for any one to get out of this cove save by climbing these perpendicular cliffs, or of getting out of the cavern, except B

by watching till the heaviest wave has broken.

After exhausting himself in crying for assistance, there seemed to be no alternative but that of being drowned in the cavern, or being starved to death by cold and hunger. He now cut his boots from his feet with his knife, and threw them upon a ledge of rock above the cavern, in the hope that they might meet the eye of some one in passing; and then commenced an attempt to scale the cliff, which he had mastered, a height of above forty feet-when, on taking hold of a stone which was loose, he began to slip, and at the very moment that he fell, and expected to have his brains dashed out on a huge rock immediately below, and on which he must fall, a tremendous sea swept over the rock, and bore him to the mouth of the same cavern to which he had before been cast, and in which he had lain before; and now, with feet and hands dreadfully swollen by climbing and the action of the salt water-battered, bruised, and dreadfully shaken, he lay another night in this awful cavern, with the sea breaking over and drench. ing him.

Sunday morning came, with no possibility of receiving human aid, Once more he nerved himself to try and get out of the cavern. He had prayed most fervently; he thought of his sick wife and his infant family; and he made the attempt, and he found himself most wonderfully strengthened every step he took, After in credible toil, and tearing his hands and feet against the sharp-pointed rocks in a most dreadful way, he ascended very nearly to the sum mit, where he was so very nearly calling again, that he looked where

abouts he should fall; but most providentially despair nerved him to almost superhuman resolution, which enabled him to seize hold of a projecting pinnacle of rock, upon which he climbed, and was thus enabled to reach the summit with sufficient strength to throw his body over, though his legs were still hanging down the side of the cliff. Here he regained strength to place himself out of danger, and to return thanks to the Almighty for his wonderful preservation.

He was found some time after by a man crawling on the ground, with his feet and hands completely doubled under, from the injuries they had received. He was placed on an ass, and conveyed to the house of Mr. Jones, farmer, Trehill, near St. Bride's, where he was most charitably taken care of.

31. DREADFUL MURDER AT MANSFIELD, NEAR NOTTINGHAM, This morning the peaceful little town of Mansfield was thrown into a

state of consternation by the discovery of a most dreadful and cold-blooded murder. The hapless victim of this atrocious deed was a young woman in her twentieth year, named Mary Hallam, the daughter of a labourer, who has resided in Mansfield for many years, and who has saved a considerable sum of money by his industry. The murderer is a young man named John Jones, alias Samuel Moore, a shoemaker, a native of Market Bosworth. He has resided in Mansfield for four years, and had, until a few months ago, been considered the accepted suitor of the unfortunate deceased,

Moore rented two rooms at the bottom of a yard in Lister Lane, Mansfield, and the deceased lived with her parents in a house at the