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she did not forgive him his base and atrocious conduct in aiding and abetting a deceit foul and infamous. He then confessed that he was not a soldier, --18 his mustachios might have indicated, and his swear. ing confirmed, --but the eldest son of a calicot manuficturer of great wealth and renown; that his ami was neither a count, nor a cavalry colunel, but simply a melodramatic performer, enacting tyran's at the Ambigui Comique of Paris ; that no duel had been fought for her; and that General Gengibus was no other than a billiard-room marker. That the supposed quarrel had been “ got up”!o produce an “ effect; and that the distinguished blood of the Oripeaux ihat had stained bis scarf, bad been obtained, en passant, from a call's head suspended at a butcher's stall.
The only reply Molly could make to this awful disclosure, was to fall in a befiring fit; but Monsieur de la Blagne--who-e true name was François Blago-ur, --who well knew that when a lady closed her eyes in a fiuini, her ears were more than usually open, whispered into one of them that he merely had paid his addresses to her sister, that he might have access to her, and glut his eyes upon her divine charms. When, perceiving that she remained silent, he loaded his pistol with half-a. dozen bullets and pellets, knelt down to say his prayers, and then put the muzzle of the weapon in his mouth. Secing this, Molly jurnped up, and roaring “ murder !” and · voleur !" rushed out of the room, leaving he disappointed Frenchman in uiler dismay
The first step that ihe indignant Molly Cannon adopted, was to in. form Lucy, like an affectionate sister, that De la Blagne had merely made love to her as a matter of convenience ; that she had always been the true object of his devotions, and that he must really be a most honest and upright young man thus to have saved her froin ruin and disgrace, by marrying a strolling player; and, finally, (for Molly was a warm advoca!e of finality) thai she would send back to the wreich all his treasures and valuables, which she now dignified with the appel. lation of his “ piriful dirty traps.”
It is difficule to say, how this business might have terminated, and how far Miss Molly Cannon might have felt it incumbent on her to reward Monsieur Blageur for his candour, (not, of course, to vex ber disappointed sister); but women propose, and sometimes the public dispose. The fracus of this untoward event was even too great for Boulogne; and, by the advice of Abbé Cuffard, the parries thought it expedient to set out for Paris after a family council. The Misses Can. non concluded that they should a!l become wives of some nobles; their brothers, that ihey should move in a society, in which they could not have dared to thrust their provincial noses in London. Mrs. Cannon was anxious to behold the rites of the Roman Catholic and A postolic Church performed in all its splendour ; and old Cominojus,--who had taken a vast fancy to écarlé playing, (and who, moreover, had grea'ly admired a Parisian opera-dancer, who had been "starring it” at Boulogne, on her return to Paris from a London eclipse in the opening season,) fancied that in the French metropolis he could afford to “ do the genteel thing."
OLD MORGAN AT PANAMA. In the hostel-room we were scated in gloom, old Morgan's trusticst crew; No mirthful sound, no jest went round, as it erst was wont to do. Winc we had none, and our girls were gone, for the last of our gold was spent ; And some sworc an oath, and all were wrotli, and stern o'er the table bent; Tillour chief on the board hurl'd dow'n his sword, and spake with his stormy shout, “Hell and the devil! an' this bc revel, we had better arin and out.
Let us go and pillage old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers !” Straight at the word each girt on his sword, five hundred men and more; And we clove thc sea in our shallops free, till we réached the mainland shore. For many a day overland was our way, and our hearts grew weary an i low, And many would back on their trodden track, rather than farther go; But the wish was quelld, though our hearts rebelld, by old Morgan's stormy “ The way ye have sped is farther to tread, than the way which lies before.”
So on we march'd upon Panama,
Wo, the mighty Buccaneers ! 'T was just sunset when our eyes first met the sight of the town of gold; And down on the sod cach knelt to his god, five hundred warriors bold; Each bared his blade, and we servent pray'd (for it mighui be our latest prayer,) "Ransom from hell, if in fight we fell, -ii we lived, for a bɔoty rare !” And each as he rose felt a deep repose, and a calm o'er all within ; For he know right well, whatever befell, his soul was assoil'd from sin,
Then down we march'd on old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers !
For had we not sworn to take Panama,
We, the mighty Buccancers ?
Of the plunder we found in old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers! We found bars of gold, and coin untold, and gems which to count were vain ; We had foods of wine, and girls divine, the dark eyed girls of Spain. They at first were coy, and baulk'd our joy, and secm'd with their fate downcast, And wept and groan'd, and shrick'd and swoon'd; but 't was all the same at last. Our wooing was short, of the warrior's sort, and they thought it rough, no doubt ; But, truth to tell, the end was as well as had it been longer about.
And so we revelld in Panama.
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! We lived in revel, sent care to the devil, for two or three weeks or so, When a general thought within us wrought that 't was get:ing time to go. So we set to work with dagger and dirk to torture the burghers hoar, And their gold conceal'd compeli'd them to yield, and add to our common store. And whenever a fool of the miser school declar'd he had ne'er a groat, In charity due we raclted a few, and pour'd them down his throat.
This drink we invented at Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers!
When the churls were eased, their bags well squeezed, we gave them our blessing
And hasten'd our leaving old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! A bark we equipp'd, and our gold we shipp'd, and gat us ready for sea ; Seventy men, and a score and ten, mariners buld were we. Our mates had took leave, on the yester-eve, their way o'er the hills to find, When, as morning's light pierc'd through the night, we shook her sails to the
wind. With a fresh’ning breeze we walked the seas, and the land sunk low and lower; A dreary dread o'er our hearts there sped we never should see land more
And away we departed from Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! For a day or two we were busy enow in setting ourselves to rights, In fixing each berth, our mess, and so forth, and the day's watch and the night's; But when these were done, over every one came the lack of aught to do, We lis less talk'd, we listless walk'd, and we pined for excitement new. Oh! how we did hail any shift in the gale, for it gave us a sail to trim ! We began to repent that we had not bent our steps with our comrades grim.
And thus we sail'd on from old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers! Day after day we had stagger'd away, with a steady breeze abeam ; No shift in the gale; no trimming a sail; how dull we were, ye may deem! We sung old songs till we wearied our lungs; we pushed the flagon about ; And told and re-told tales ever so old, till they fairly tired us out. There was a shark in the wake of our bark took us three days to hook ; And when it was caught we wished it was not, for we missed the trouble it took.
And thus we sail'd on from old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers! At last it befell, some tempter of hell put gambling in some one's head; The devil's device, the cards and the dice, broke the stagnant life we led : From morn till night, ay, till next morn's light, we plied the bones right well; Day after day the rattle of play clatter'd thorough the caravel. How the winners laugh’d, how the losers quaff'd! it was a madness, as it were. , It was a thing of shuddering to hark to the losers' swear.
And thus we sail'd on from old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! From morn till night, ay, till next morn's light, for weeks the play kept on : 'T was fearful to see the winners' glee, and the losers haggard and wan; You well might tell, by their features fell, they would ill brook to be crost ; And one morn there was one, who all night had won, jeer'd some who all night
had lost. He went to bed-at noon he was dead-I know not from what, nor reck; But they spake of a mark, livid and dark, about the dead man's neck!
And thus we sail'd on from old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! This but begun : and those who had won lived a life of anxious dread; Day after day there was bicker and fray; and a man now and then struck dead. Old Morgan stern was laugh’d to scorn, and it worry'd his heart, I trow; Five days of care, and his iron.grey hair was as white as the winter's snow: The losers at last his patience o'erpast, for they drew their sword each one, And cried, with a shout, “ Hell take you! come out, and fight for the gold ye have wonThe gold that our blood bought at Panama :
We, the mighty Buccaneers !”
We never were slow at a word and a blow, so we cross'd our irons full fain;
grace, I pray! For I swear, by God, I will cleave him like wood !" There was one ma de an
angry sign; Old Morgan heard, and he kept his word; for he clove him to the chine. So ended his exploits at Panama :
He, the mighty Buccaneer! At this we quaild, and we henceforth sail'd, in a smouldering sort of truce ; But our dark brows gloom'd, and we inward fumed for a pretext to give us loose : When early one morn—“ A strange sail astern !" we heard the lookout-man hail ; And old Morgan shout, “Put the ship about, and crowd every stitch of sail !” And around went we, surging through the sea at our island wild buck's pace; In wonderment what old Morgan meant, we neard to the fated chaseWe, the pillagers of old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers !
Ye, the mighty Buccaneers !”
weapons they wore : This Spanish gun was a token from one who had fought me a week before, While we diced for the spoils of olu Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! Their traps all pack'd, there was nothing lack’d, but sharing the women three : The odd one's choice was left to the dice, and she fell to the rich so free ; When the losers 'gan swear the dice were unfair, and brawl'd till our chief gat wild, And, without more ado, cut the woman in two, as Solomon shared the child. Then each of each band shook each old mate's hand, and we parted with hearts
sore ; We all that day watch'd them lessen away. They were never heard of more! We kept merrily on from old Panama,
We, the mighty Buccaneers ! Their sufferings none know, but ours, I trow, were very, oh! very sore ; We had storm and gale till our hearts 'gan fail, and then calms, which
harassed us more ; Then many sell sick; and while all were weak, we rounded the fiery cape ; As I hope for bliss in the life after this, 't was a miracle our escape ! Then a leak we sprung, and to lighten us, flung all our gold to the element : Our perils are past, and we 're here at last, but as penniless as we went. And such was the pillage of Panama
By the mighty Buccaneers !
G. E. INMAN,
and a dangerous chance ; but it was his only one. Listen, sir : while the men had their heads turned to the opening of the cavern, watching the boat pass, the sight of which had driven them into it, he lifted the ladies gently into the end of the boat. They couldn't hear him for the noise of the waves ; there was plenty of room for them, and he drew a sail over them, and was just stepping in himself after them, when one of the men turned, and he had only time to conceal himself under the bows of the boat before she was again moving silently out of the cave with, as her crew little suspected, the addition of two to their number since she had entered it.
“ They went about a quarter of a mile down under the cliff, and landed a boy, who disappeared like a cat up the rocks. A dead silence ensued; no one ventured to speak; the men rested on their oars, and the boat gently rose and sank on the waves. At last the silence was broken ; something dark was hurled down the cliff at a short distance from the boat. It fell heavily on the rocks. God forgive him, he's tossed him over,' muttered one of the men. it was, sir The poor man on the look out was asleep near the top of the cliff; and we often hear of these men rolling over in their sleep. There's always a reason for it, sir. They were going to land their cargo, when they heard a gun in the offing from one of the King's cutters. The alarm had been given. Not a moment was to be lost ; and, straining every nerve, they bore out to sea.
“ They were about two miles from the shore, when some of the men declared it was a lost job, and that they could go no further. Mrs. Clements was quite senseless with cold and exhaustion, but her sister listened eagerly to what the men said. They had some angry words, but the meaning of their conversation she could not understand. There was a little boat astern of the larger one, which they drew to it, and entered one by one, the last man calling out as he stepped in— Now then, boys, pull for your lives; they'll make after us when they find they've lost their prize.'
"The boat had disappeared in the surrounding darkness before the terrified lady comprehended all; and then, sir, in a moment the frightful truth flashed upon her. The devils had scuttled the boat, and it was sinking fast. She said one prayer, and turned to kiss her sleeping sister, when Mr. Clements' voice sounded almost at her side ! There he was, sir,—there he was in the self-same little pleasure-boat which had been the cause of all their misfortunes. He had just time to lift the ladies out of the boat, and to get clear of her, when she went down. The revenue.cutter came up, and took them on board all alive; but many months passed before Mrs. Clements recovered the events of that dreadful night.”
“ What became of Mr. Clements when they left him in the cave ?”
“He held on to the boat for a few minutes till they got outside, and then swam to the rocks, where he found his little pleasure-boat, and entering it, followed in the track of the larger vessel in time to save the life of Mrs. Clements and that of her sister. The sun is set. ting, sir,” said the samphire gatherer, touching his hat to me. “I must be going homewards. Mayhap," he added, as he turned away on his path, “one of these days, when you are strolling on the rocks below, sir, you will look at the cavern where Mr. Clements found his wife. You can imagine much better than I can describe what must have been their feelings in such a place, and at such a time. Good evening, sir.”