Between the darkness of earth and heaven she was burrning fiercwly upon a disc of purple sea shot by the blood-red play of gleams upon a disc of water glittering and sinister. A high clear flame, an immense and lonely flame, ascended from the ocean, and from its summit the black smoke poured continuousky at the sky. She urned furious mournful and imposing like a funeral pile kindled in the night surrounded by the sea, watched over by the stars. A magnificent death had come like a grace, like a gift, like a reward to that olf ship at the end of her laborious day. The surrender of her weary ghost to the keeping of stars and sea was strring like thr sight of a glorious triumph. The masts fell just before daybreak, and for a moment there was a burst and turmoil of sparks that seemed to fill with flying fire the night patient and watchful, the vast night lying silent upon the sea.