Chapter XXI.
SAGACIOUS AND MORAL REMARKS IN REGARD TO LIFE—A SAIL!—AN UNEXPECTED SALUTE— THE END OF THE BLACK CAT—A TERRIBLE DIVE—AN INCAUTIOUS PROCEEDING AND A FRIGHTFUL CATASTROPHE.
Life is a strange compound. Peterkin used to say of it, that it beat a druggist's shop all to sticks; for whereas the first is a compound of good and bad, the other is a horrible compound of all that is utterly detestable. And indeed the more I consider it the more I am struck with the strange mixture of good and evil that exists not only in the material earth but in our own natures. In our own Coral Island we had experienced every variety of good that a bountiful Creator could heap on us. Yet on the night of the storm we had seen how almost, in our case,— and altogether, no doubt, in the case of others less fortunate—all this good might be swept away forever. We had seen the rich fruit-trees waving in the soft air, the tender herbs shooting upwards under the benign influence of the bright sun; and, the next day, we had seen these good and beautiful trees and plants uprooted by the hurricane, crushed and hurled to the ground in destructive devastation. We had lived for many months in a clime for the most part so beautiful, that we had often wondered whether Adam and Eve had found Eden more sweet; and we had seen the quiet solitudes of our paradise suddenly broken in upon by
