Frederick Marryat,
Newton Forster
“ For more than an hour did Forster remain fixed as a statue upon the rock, where he had taken his station with arms folded, while he contemplated the hoarse waves dashing against the bends, or dividing as they poured themselves between the timbers of the vessel, and he sank into deep and melancholy thought.And where is the object exciting more serious reflection than a wreck?The pride and ingenuity of man humbled and overcome ”
