The String of Pearls (1850), p. 716

proper sort of education, I make no doubt but your howling will pretty soon be put an end to."
The situation of the ship was undoubtedly one of the greatest possible peril. Having by the violence of the tempest lost all her masts, and having had her rudder torn away, she was quite at the mercy of the winds and the waves; and the set of the sea, as well as the direction of the wind, carried her sometimes broadside, on to the coast of Sussex, upon which the lights were at intervals dimly visible through the thick haze of the storm.
It was truly a dreadful night, and such as fully merited the worst apprehensions of the sailor, who had spoken so coolly to Todd of his coming fate.
There was but one chance for those onboard of the vessel, and that was at the wind might abate sufficiently to enable some boats to put off from the Sussex coast, provided they happened to be off a part of it where such accommodation was to be had, and rescue those upon the wreck. The lights that at intervals were visible, rather favoured the supposition that it was a populous part of the coast that the ill-starred struggling ship was driving fast upon.
Todd, however, did not know of that slender hope, and he gave himself up to despair.
To a landsman nothing could exceed the real horrors of the scene on board the ship, and, indeed, to one well accustomed to the sea, there was quite enough to produce much terror. All but three persons connected with the working of the ship had been washed overboard during the gale. Both of the men with whom Todd had had the meeting in the cart were at the bottom of the sea, and all their struggles and smugglings were over. Todd did not know that, though.
It was quite evident to practical observers that the gale was abating, for it no longer was so steady and so continuous a wind that blew with fury over the fated ship; and although the sea still ran high, it did not break over the vessel with such thundering impetuosity.
A very faint glow of daylight, too, began to come over the sea.
If Todd had had mind enough left to look about him now, he would have seen that there was some food for hope, althought not much; but the fact was, that he had so thoroughly made up his mind that all was lost, that he did not look for consolation.
How poor and how miserable appeared to him, at this moment, all his struggles for wealth—that wealth, for the attainment of which he had struggled through
such gigantic crimes! How much happier, he could not help thinking, it would have been for him to have gone on all his life in plodding industry, than to endeavour as he had done to find, a short road to fortune, and only to end in finding a short one to death.
One of the seamen cried out in a loud voice—
"Save themselves who can! We shll be on shore, now, in less than five minutes! We are all going now as safe as nuts!"

CHAPTER CLXIX.
TAKES A PEEP AT SOME FRIENDS OF THE READER.

For a brief space, now, in order to connect more closely the events of this narrative, we will leave Sweeney Todd to the perils and chances of the disabled ship, and the storm in the Channel, while we conduct the reader to the society of other persons, in whom it is to be presumed we are largely interested.
In the most cheerful room of one of the prettiest houses at Brighton, facing the beach upon the Esplanade, which is unrivalled, was a rather select party.