THE sea was of a brilIiant purple toward the southern and western horizons alone, had it retained its hue of deep blue, as evening advanced glowing and even blazing with a bright flame, giving the cliffs of Marseilles the appearance of melting ore, for over them stood the burning sun of iovence, which ism wont to show himself in his greatest power and splendor at sitting. The atmosphere was unusually clear and transparent, and one could have Been the Corsican coast from the hills of Guloo, had not the eye been dazzled by the stream of light which poured down from the sky and plunged into the waters. Not withstanding, however, all the remarkable light and color of an August evening, this enchanting sea seemed lonely, sad, and deserted to the inhabitants of the coast,for it afforded not a single trace of the accustomed life and activity upon its broad expanse. However attractively the gIacid waters might invite the fishermen, of the hundreds of white sails which usually here encompassed the land in a large half circle, there were as few to be seen as of merchantmen and packets It was easy to perceive that one was looking upon a sea from which some clarity, war or pestilence, or something of a similar nature, must have swept seafaring vessels and ships for the transportation of passengers.........