oil painting artist

Some eddying fragments I saw in the sea, as if a mere cask had been broken, in running to the spot where they were hauling in. Consternation was in every face. They drew him to my very feet - insensible - dead. He was carried to the nearest house; and, no one preventing me now, I remained near him, busy, while every means of restoration were tried; but he had been beaten to death by the great wave, and his generous heart was stilled for ever. ¡¡¡¡As I sat beside the bed, when hope was abandoned and all was done, a fisherman,

who had known me when Emily and I were children, and ever since, whispered my name at the door. ¡¡¡¡'Sir,' said he, with tears starting to his weather-beaten face, which, with his trembling lips, was ashy pale, 'will you come over yonder?' ¡¡¡¡The old remembrance that had been recalled to me, was in his look. I asked him, terror-stricken, leaning on the arm he held out to support me: ¡¡¡¡'Has a body come ashore?'