THE

YOUTHS' MAGAZINE;

OR,

EVANGELICAL MISCELLANY.

AUGUST, 1852.

TRACES OF THE FRANKLIN EXPEDITION. In the autumn of last year, most interesting intelligence was brought by Captain Penny, from Captain Austin's expedition in search of Sir John Franklin. The discovery of three graves and other traces on Beechy Island, Franklin's first winter quarters, had been known some time previously. They form the subject of our engraving, for the present month.

Captain Penny's Report states that on August 25, on the east side of Wellington Channel, he landed with a party, and examined the coast from 10 miles to the northward of Cape Spencer to that promontory, and an encampment was found near the latter place, seemingly that of a hunting party about three years previous. A party of all Captain Penny's officers, who had been despatched in the direction of Caswall's Tower, discovered the quarter which had been occupied by the vessels of Sir John Franklin's expedition in the winter of 1845-46. Three graves were also found, the headboards showing them to be those of three seamen who had died early in the spring of 1846; but, notwithstanding a most careful search in every direction, no document could be discovered. The inscriptions are as follow:

Sacred to the memory of John Torrington, who departed this life January 1st, A. D. 1846, on board of Her Majesty's ship Terror-aged 20 years.

Sacred to the memory of John Hartnell, A. B., of her Majesty's ship Erebus: died January 4, 1846-aged 25 years. "Thus saith the Lord of Hosts, consider your ways."-Haggai, chap, i., v. 7.

Sacred to the memory of W. Braine, R. M., of her Majesty's ship Erebus, who died April 3rd, 1846-aged 32 years. "Choose you this day whom you will serve."-Joshua, chap. ii., 4th part of 15th

verse.

Some relics were brought home by Captain Penny, and have been since minutely examined. They were discovered lying strewed about on the beach. Four sacks, one of them marked with the Government mark (the broad arrow), were found, and filled with the mass brought away; the incontestible proof of their having belonged to the ships missing is a piece of canvass, on which is faintly perceptible the word Terror. It is conjectured that the place had been quitted in a hurry, in consequence of the ice breaking up sooner than was expected; and that the crew had left behind what was of no further use to them. A rude direction-post was also discovered, which had formed one of a number set up as guides for the seamen on their return from excursion parties to the ships; this, it is supposed, in their haste in collecting them, had been overlooked; and from its being found lying on its face, been afterwards blown down. Among the other articles are several tin canisters, used for containing preserved meats; and a few remnants of clothing, and a rope-mat, perfectly bleached, and left in an unfinished state.

THE MOORISH GOLD.

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Not to trouble you, my readers, with accounts of how Richard visited his treasures again by night, and in coming down was very near being discovered; how he went again, and was very near falling over a precipice; how he forgot his duties, was disrespectful, and recklessly whistled as he followed his master; how he entertained the project of shortly changing his name, and

conned "The Peerage and Baronetage of England” to find a grand and uncommon one; how conveniently he thought this plan would hide him from all those who had a claim upon him; how he had compunctions on this head, and overcame them with the thought of how much his poor relations would expect of him if they knew about his riches; how the landlady declared him to be the "braggingest" young man she had ever met with; how he carelessly neglected his master's luggage at B., by reason whereof it went down the line to London, and thence to Dover; and how he spent the first two days of the visit in staring out of the hall window-I pass on to assure you, that never was there an old gentleman so fond of old wood carving, old stained glass, old china, old marbles, old mail, old books, old prints, old pictures, and old coins, as this very old gentleman, this friend of Richard's master.

On the third day Richard slipped out, and going into a back street soon found a shop that he thought suited to his purpose. Here, after a little beating about the bush, he produced his coins and his diamond, and after a little hesitation on the part of the shopman, received eight guineas for the stone and one coin-far less than they were worth; but the man would not give more.

On returning, he was told that his master had been ringing for him; he ran up stairs in some trepidation, and found the two old gentlemen examining a large cabinet full of coins. "Richard," said his master, "I wanted you to hold this tray." Richard did so, and looked down on its contents. "Those," said the host to his friend, "are early English."" He lifted up another light tray, and Richard held it on the top of the first. "Now then, old fellow," he exclaimed, "this is something to be proud of indeed; Spanish coins-date of the Moors-all rare-this one, unique, I gave forty pounds for it."

"Not a penny too much," said Richard's master;" and these two coins, too, set apart, are they Spanish too?"

"Moorish, and all but unique; they've been in my family for generations."

Richard looked down, and his heart beat so loud that he wondered they did not hear it; then he drew a long breath, and gazed intently, as well he might, for, reposing on cotton wool side by side, were the very counterpart-the exact fac

similes of the great gold pieces that he got out of the cavern. "What's the matter, Richard ?" said his master; for Richard's hands shook, and he stared as if fascinated.

"Nothing's the matter, sir,” replied Richard, with a face of

terror.

"I'll tell you what," said the friend, when Richard had been dismissed, "there's something queer about that lad; what does he mean by turning red and pale, and breathing as hard as if my coins had knocked the breath out of his body."

His master also thought it queer when that same evening Richard gave him warning, and added that he wished to leave that night, for his brother's wife had written to say that her husband was dangerously ill, and wished to see him.

His master was vexed; but being an easy man, he paid Richard his wages, and let him go, with many kind wishes for his brother's recovery.

“And now,” said Richard, "I'll be a gentleman; I've left my old clothes, and when I'm missed, my family can claim them; honest industry is the best thing after all. Let them do for themselves; they ought to be above troubling me; my name shall be Mr. Davenport St. Gilbert; I shall keep myself to myself, for I want nothing of them, and that alone will be a good thing for them, and more than they ever had reason to expect.

He then went to a number of shops, and soon supplied himself with everything that he thought necessary to constitute him a gentleman—a handsome suit of clothes, studs, a new hat, a cane, and lastly a pair of gloves which he had been very near forgetting; then he went to an hotel, ordered supper and a bed, and by seven o'clock the next morning was on his way to the Cumberland mountains. The image of that mountain was always present to his imagination, and the thought of the treasure lying there with nothing but a little bird to watch it, filled him with a secret, sordid joy-it should be all his ownno other living man should touch one penny of it: poor Richard!

He went to an inn, ordered a good dinner and a bottle of of wine. Alas he was not used to port wine, and he thought as he paid for all he would drink all-he did so, and the next