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Stamar's fierce nature could compel his deck, some were thrown over by main followers.

force, while others, maddened and despeWhile this was going forward, Peters rate, leaped wildly into the waves, their snatched a few monients to explain to me frantic laugh contrasting horribly with the that he was a traitor only in appearance. groans of their more timid or more sane It seems he had accidentally encountered fellow sufferers, and with the abominable Stamar at the Havannah, and that savage imprecatious and ribaldry of their butchers. having given him his choice either to follow And then the horrible strife among the him without having any communication hundred sharks that swam around their with me, or make up his mind to be assas- detestable namesake, struggling for every sinated, Peters, who well knew Stamar's new victim that was tossed to them, and daring and resources, thought it best to go literally tearing them, limb from limb, ere with him, in the hope that, eventually, we even the heavy shot attached to them could might together contrive some means of es- sink them out of our sight. caping. Wretched as I was, and almost Nearly one half of the unhappy slaves utterly hopeless as our case seemed to be, had been thus disposed of when the breeze I was nevertheless unspeakably delighted increased to almost a gale, and the frigate at finding that I had not been deceived by was observed to furl topsail and mainsail

. Peters.

Stamar now knew himself safe; for he Stamar having completed his prepara- continued to carry on with every yard of tions, we made all sail for the coast of Af. canvass set, though the wind well-nigh rica. Early one morning we descried a blew the sails out of the boltropes, and a ship, and for the whole of the next twelve few minutes showed that we were rapidly hours chased her in vain-Stamar foaming leaving the frigate behind us. An order with rage, and swearing awfully at finding was now given, therefore, to stop the murhimself outsailed. At the close of the day, der of the slaves; and we very soon were however, the breeze fell somewhat, we completely out of sight of the frigate, gained upon our chase hand over hand, which, moreover, was far to leeward of us. and boarded her. She was an armed · On going below, I remarked, with equal slave-ship; but wretches as her crew were surprise and pleasure, that the negroes who by profession and in practice, I shudder as had been freed from their irons to facilitate I remember the horrible tortures in which the massacre which they had so very nar. they died. Not a man of them was saved, rowly escaped, had, in the subsequent conbut the brig having proved her excellence fusion, been allowed to remain unmanacled. os a sailer, Stamar, contrary to his usual) An idea of safety and of vengeance then custom, resolved not to sink her. Thirty flashed across my mind, and I lost no time of our men were put on board her, under in endeavouring to put it into execution. the command of Peters, who was to take Peters had assured me that, in the event of her to the south coast of Cuba, and there our making any attempt at throwing off disembark and sell her cargo of slaves, the yoke of Stamar, we should find a zealamounting to three hundred men.

ous assistant in Brissac. I hastened on On the following morning, just as we deck, therefore, and signed to the worthy were about to part company with Peters Gascon to follow me to the hold. When and his new command, we saw a large we arrived there, I proposed to him that armed frigate bearing down upon us. We we should arm the slaves, and that he and hastily made all sail, but as the slaver did I should lead them on against Stamạr and not on this occasion at all equal the rate of the pirate crew. After some consideration the Shark, Stamar resolved to abandon the he consented. The moments were very former. The slaves were hurried on precious, for if Stamar or any of his fol. board of us, and Peters was furnished with lowers should descend before we were Spanish colours and "excellent Spanish ready, not only would our plan be defeated, papers,

," Stamar leaving him only ten men, but we ourselves should undoubtedly be and desiring him to allow himself to be put to death. Throwing open a chest of overhauled, and to state that we had board. arms, I gave a boarding-axe to each of the ed him, and robbed him of his entire cargo slaves; and then, by signs, I explained to and part of his crew.

them how the pirates had murdered those Poor Peters seemed to be but very little of the negroes who had been taken on deck. elated by the task entrusted to his address The negroes rapidly comprehended me. and courage; Stamar, however, paid no Fire flashed from their fierce and bloodattention to his woe-begone looks, but shot eyes, their dusky and ugly countecrowded every sail to the

east-north-east. nances became literally livid, and when I We speedily left the slaver far astern of motioned to them to follow me and Brissac us, and, as Stamar had judged, the frigate to combat against their oppressors, they hailed her. Much to his annoyance, how- rushed upon deck with an eagerness and ever, she did not stay to send a boat on zeal which of itself assured me of the sucboard, but continued her chase of us.-cess of my enterprise. Finding that she was fully our match upon Stamar and nearly the whole of his crew a wind, Stamar gave orders to throw the were anxiously looking out to leeward to slaves overboard. A shot being fastened see whether the frigate had hove in sight round the neck of each as he came upon again, when the Gascon and I, closely fol

lowed by the blacks, gained the deck, and I maddened tiger, and dragged her by the rushed furiously upon them. At the first hair of the head, exclaiming, “ Ah, Dauonset we took the brigands so much by mont! you see I am somewhat more alert surprise that they retreated before us, but than you are. You see I can offer a good speedily rallied and defended themselves. ransom! Ransom! delay only three miStamar, who, to do him justice, was, as nutes in drawing off your nigger fellows, usual, in the hottest of the fight, shouted to and consigning them again to the hold, and me, “Ah, ah, friend Daumont! It is to this trembler shall be not my ransom, but you, then, that I owe this shrewd turn, is my victim.” it? Well-see if you do not pay pretty At this momentone of the negroes dashed dearly for it, if you chance to fall into my forwarıl, and aimed a blow with his board. hands !"

ing-axe, which, had it but taken full effect, “ It is you, ruffian, who will fall into and would have annihilated Stamar, and have die beneath my hand," was my reply; and saved my poor Ermance for long years of Brissac and I, by voice and example, peace and happiness. Unfortunately, Sta. cheered on our Africans, whom we had inar shifted his position so adroitly, and already almost excited to madness.

with so much agility, that the axe merely The negroes needed very little incite- grazed his shoulder, and infuriated instead ment to their work; so furious and so ob- of crushing him. stinate were their attacks, that in a brief “African dog!" shouted he, "your axe time the deck was covered with the corpses is not sure! My dagger is rather more so, of the pirates. Stamar was so admirable you see !” And suiting the action to the à master of his weapon, that he was but word, he plunged it to the very hilt in the trivially wounded, and though he at length poor girl's heart, and she expired without found himself singly opposed to a perfect word or groan. In another instant he was host of foes thirsting for his blood, he disarmed, lifted in the asms of a crowd fought on with his usual cool and concen- of the negroes, and hurled into the sea, trated ferocity.

whence we could see him for a few se. Suddenly the cabin door opened, and conds' madly and vainly struggling to Ermance, pale, with her hair dishevelled, evade two enormous sharks, which speediand her whole appearance bespeaking the ly tore him to pieces. extremest terror and anxiety, endeavoured From that fatal day I have never known to rush towards me. lll-lated girl! Most an hour's happiness. Peters, more fortuluckless impulse that led her into such a náte than I, has been many years married scene at such a moment! Had she re- to the faithful Zelia, and in the long winmained in the cabin for only a few minutes ter's evenings delights his three curlylonger, our dire enemy would have been headed and handsome boys with long beyond the power to inflict mischief upon yarns, not a little embellished, about the

As it was, he bounded upon her with prowess and atrocities of STAMAR THE the fury and the agility of a wounded and PIRATE.




Oh! sad and gloomy was the home where love so lately smiled,
They lay within Death's icy fold—the mother and the child;
The summer sun shone joyfully beyond the darkened room,
The branches of the garden trees were full of buds and bloom,
The gaily tinted butterfly was flitting through the glade,
And the timid deer were resting in the thick and leafy shade,
But death had made those green domains a dull and dreary wild,
And taken from that fairy scene the mother and the child.
I looked upon the infant pale, clasped by its mother fair,
I knelt beside their quiet couch, and breathed a fervent prayer;
And when I rose, my heart was eased from care, regret, and doubt,
I thought not of the lovely world of light and flowers without;
I thought but of the blessed ones that silent room within,
Safe from the fear of ills to come, freed from the thrall of sin,
That infant by the world's vain snares could never be beguiled,
: No hand could part that mother from her dear and helpless child,
And he, who by one fatal stroke lost all the joys of life,
Survivor of his gentle babe and fondly cherished wife;
I was strengthened by Almighty aid with courage not my own,
To bid him lay his heavy griefs before his Maker's throne.
And he dwells in calm retirement in his tranquil groves and bowers,
Giving to charity and prayer his lone and widowed hours,
And waiting till he joins the band of spirits undefiled,
And meets again the loved and lost-the mother and her child.




ling fairly, but looking for a cent per cent.

And again, midway between the GREY evening twilight has departed, and two pavements, are lions-no bull-necked, night, cloud-wrapped, descends upon the light-quartered kings of the forest green, earth. It is the season for stillness and re- mouse-leaping from deep thicket on their pose-the hour in which man, sleep-folded, prey, till, like he of Nemean growth, some should resign himself to mimic death, Hercules, despoils them of their robe-but throwing aside the portmanteau of his tin tabernacles, equipoised upon quadruped cares, and pillowing his head in some still legs, wherein the mysteries of cook.science chamber, blind-shaded from the peeping are hourly evolved; through whose means stars. But not in great cities does repose the dough-paste becomes crisp, and the come with the night-birth; rather an in- sheep-stolen kidney waxes warm ; while, crease of the turmoil, a bubbling up, as it as an outward sign, painted on the transpawere, ofthe seething-pot, makes itself man-rent glass, profanely jocular, smiles one, ifest.' Let us walk forth through the bus- dressed in no lay (or secular) garment, tling street-'tis the last day of the seven- who, motto-wise, speaks words, saying the sabbath of child-devouring Jew. On that he has eaten of the fat, and become fat. this day do careful housewives provide the Nor does meat alone, in varied shapes, innext day's food : for now wage-money and vite the eye; food undiluted fits not workdrink-money are received; soon to be parched man. By sea and by earth have flesh-bartered, or, with some, exchanged Adam.children suffered ; famine has writfor vegetables and bread, for, with the mass, ten with gaunt and desolating hand upon silver is scarce enough. Come with me their bloodless brows; hostile armaments along this road-path, and let us observe have swept them off, and the wild insect the various industries which ant-like (locusta) has preyed upon their vitals ;

around. This is the New Cut, but drought has ever been by them conwhich to some is as the great bazaar, the sidered their arch fiend. So, smoke-coffee treasure house, wherein all good things are stalls, at irregular intervals along the road, stored-food, clothing, warmth, all life wherewith to slake thirst, dust-born-and, elements, are here combined. See with colossal rivals of these, rise stucco palaflesh-hook in hand, clad as to his outward ces, devil-built, with Janus-expanding gates, man, in blue linen coat, say rather gaber- but not speaking peace, rather riot and dedine, stands the butcher, he whose pro- bauchery, where the white-fire stream runs vince it is to slay for others, taking upon over, and voice-wailing, gin-inspired, is himself the bloodstain of the multitude, as perennially heard. Walk in with me from the scape.goat (Azazel) of ancient Jewry out the pure heaven light for a while; sce took upon its own back the sins of a tribe. yon yellow-tinted barrels, blue-lettered, with Nor afar stand his assistants; open-mouth- a history of the gallons they contain; even ed, brawling and brattling, as they recom- now are they Christmas-wreathed. The samend, with leather-lunged energy, their cred holly, and the gem-dropped mistletoe wares; each, with cleaver ready to his twining about their tubular forms; so wreathgrasp, sharpening, upon girdle-suspended ed Eden flowers about the serpent shape, steel, the knife, breath-stayer, which, having as, belly-crawling through the first garkilled, is now ready to dissect the inanim- dens, he came to court our common mother ate flesh; and on the narrow foot pavement Eve. There is a long row of plaster statues front-skirting his shop, old age and penury beyond: nymphs and goddesses, short cinco hold forth their hands, tendering hard- tured, myrtle crowned, and in each hand earned pence, wrung by brow-sweat and a blazing torch upheld, shedding a clear heart-toil from the bond-masters of the light upon the scene, illumining no godlike world; and beside the sausage vender, revels, but rather a constant rotatory whirl conglomerator of fat substances, engine- of drink-oblivion, from which no soul-glim. reduced to chaotic admixture, gristle and mering ever escapes, refining the vapourmuscle adhering to the triturated meat, the burthened air; behind the bar, white-shirtsavoury fume whereof ascends serpentwise ed, coatless, stand the demon-proprietor towards the blue heaven, but falls again, and his assistants, speaking in strange seeming fit type of aspirations which tend cockney tongue, as they barter the madsky-ward, but clogged by earth-ballast, can- dening grain-juice for small copper coins ; not free themselves from the burthen of the and in front (Himmel !) what a range! material world; and all these, pride-puffed, Sallow-visaged, and with seven days' and great in their own estimation, as bipeds beard unshorn, lolls the pale mechanic, full of substance, wearing pouches metal- flannel-jacketed, his brows crowned with a lined, by power of which idol, Mammon en- rimless hat; his wife (the once-vision of his ables them to lord it over the empty of their toil-won sleep, the solitary greenness of his . kind, stand before their doors, calling with youth, which was cast in stony places,) voice not unimbued with a certain poetry, not leaning fondly on his arm, but few steps upon the wandering by; taking not the re- apart; a torrent of vituperation pouring fusal of poor mute looks, telling of sieve- from her lips-an oath-stream, rage-furpockets, wherein little grain has fallen, and nished and blasphemy.pointed, harping on that little scarce remained, but bellowing old house sores, spent-jealousies, and squaforth their mercenary invitations, offer. lid broils,-urging, while it shrinks from the

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unmanly blow-nor heeding the infant pau- the nature of which it is not in our clay. per, gin-suckled, and claiming to be her lore to understand, abides one who sells child, who clutches at her rent gown, in periwinkles-persecuted hermits—torn from vain attempt to assert its presence, and their deep-green solitude, where in rockclaim its share of the body-and-soul-des-mansions they had made their homes, to be troying draught. And see, old age, white. here pin-extracted, to feed the hunger-gapvisaged, leans also over the counter, palsy. ing demon, man. Yet, some who speculate smitten, yet with fever-lust of drink raging upon curiosity, Eve-grafted upon mankind, in red-encircled eye; while, tottering not call the attention of cord-breeched urchin to with years, but brute-intoxication, passes their raree.show. Not Aladdin, when paus. the rag:decked harlot, to whom the fire ing at the threshold of enchanted cave, drink, rising upward to the brain, brings panted with more eagerness than this one, back some vague memory of purer years who penny tendering, and with anxious -time when possibly as the May-queen she brow, awaits his turn, till planted at circular tripped on village sward, or danced beneath opening-glass guarded, his eye shall feast on the moon cloud-canopied; at which half- the representation of some wide-spoken restored remembrance she sinks outside blood deed : whether Greenacre, limb-scaton heel-worn doorsteps, and weeps. But tęring monster, or Turpin, Ainsworth-sung, hark, a sound of music from within; seat- stand life-like on three-inch coloured paper ed on wooden bench, swart minstrels draw before his view, what recks he ? fiddles from their green baize chrysalides, citement is the same: bruté instinct, agape and ply their bows-anon the watery-toned for horrors, fascinates him to the spot-the clarionet mingles with their notes-from huge goreblots which fleck the scene, have what seemed first an amorphous medley is a charm for him; the bright blue coat, shaped forth a reel-and then the shufiling brass-buttoned, in which murder delights to of iron-shod feet, as still holding to the bar, be arrayed, is to him a mystery and a spell ; whereat the treacherous liquor flows, men nor till others come, pushing him aside, and and women, Helot-like, stimulate a feeble taking his stand, can he tear himself from dance; but not as of old, when Indian Bac- this rude life-stage. chus came triumphing, and song and dance Midway stands a theatre, Victoria - hight, grape-circled followed in his wake; for wherein melodrama, grave Melpomene's then were Peace and Amity, twin-sis- unlawful child, holds court; strutting before ters, leaping hand in hand :-how gaunt pale shopboys, who shout and clap their Contention breaks with hollow cry up- hands when the great goddess Liberty is on the music crash, and yet a few min. named ; and then, fear-quaking, hie them to utes, and noise of blows resounds; and their homes, lest haply hard masters, knowblue-clad men enter, stern-visaged, with ing of their absence, should strike or scold. varnished hat-tops, seeming helmets. But, lo! we have turned from the crowded These sweeping round, with truncheoned thoroughfare, and stand alone. Let us tohands, speedily clear the space; women wards the bridge :—there come not many, shriek, and children moan--men fall back, save those who, thought-ridden, seek a rest oath-burdened, but to return hydra-headed ing place amid London turmoil-with these, to the fray ;-inglorious battle reigns a ourselves. Here is no arch hill-rising above while till rightful authority prevails ; –in the river, but a broad straight line, lampdark station-house immured, till morning dotted, which, canopied as it is by the pure light, do prisoners pine.

heaven star-spangled, might seem as anenBut the soul faints o'er such scenes : let trance to the hall of some elf queen, or rather us forth, and, exchanging the poisonous to an imp’s laboratory, about which, on gas.breath for heaven-breezes, once more giant shelves, hang, bottle-wise, great lanmingle in the throng. O Malthus ! passion. terns, red and blue. Here let us rest a while spurning sage! how would thy wrinkled -shaking aside the dark realities in which brow darken, did'st thou behold this scene! we were so lately plunged. Here let us Lo! myriads ever pouring, as from some commune with the voice of running waters, vast vomitory ever full, or rather, as in and read the language of the waning moon. theatrical exhibition, when some great ar. What says she, the heaven circler, to the my: art-multiplied, gyrates round and round flower on ? We know not. Yet there is a the scene :-others sing strange sea-songs, harmony in his voice, as, lover-like, he reflourishing on misshapen timber legs; and flects her silver beams, which tells of sỹmone, his head topped crown-wise with not pathies mysterious, unfathomable to mortal unelaborate ship-model, prates of far ken. And see! green Sirius dances in his lands, where blood-suns shine, and stars sphere, even as in old days he danced above wax not dim as in our hemisphere, but stunted tree-top, o'erlooking garden wall, in twinkle emulous with the god of day: a poet far lands-now, vibrating, falls statelily he-no pale jingler of concordant sounds, above the tide. And thus, as these not quite thought empty; but one who in rude imagi- dumb symphonies mingle together, forming nation conceives, and in stirring words music to the rapt ear of poetic lounger, even brings forth great images (of men called now do the finer spirits rise within the heart, lies)—such as Amphion dreamed and spoke, and leading us, child-like, by the hand, step when yet the world was young. Beside by step, lure us on to gaze upon the To come. him, as atracted by some occult affinity, Not, however, always forward are the footVOL. VIII,



steps of imagination; rather doth it some 'TIS SWEET TO MEET THEE, times delight, retrogade, to seek the early places where youth-visions first took birthrose-garlanded, gold-mantled, marking out their own bright path through a fancy 'Tis sweet to meet thee heaven of their own ; yet ever, whether on. Ere Day's curtain closes; looking, or as Gomorrah-fleeing Lot's wife, When Twilight's blushes cleaving to the past-whether dwelling in Linger on the grove ; the positive, which is gone by, or in the Calmly to wander where the shutting roses possible, within Time-granary yet stored, Sigh forth their fragrance, like the breath of ever one form flits, angel-like, through our Love! dream. Yes! thou Evanthe! shade image Dearer than festal scenes (shattenbild) seldom seen, yet time-loved, Or crowds to me, upon whose name I have called while stand

That moment sweet ing on Moselle-spanning bridge, while the At Day's decline with thee ! blue stream, mingling with the darker wa. ters of goblin-haunted Rhine, flowcd beneath 'Tis sweet to meet thee my feet, and again whose likeness I evoked When soft Jews are weeping from fancy-compelled clouds, fringe-hanging Their tears of light the distant seven mountains' heads, when On floweret, leaf, and tree ; upon Königleck, (dread words !) Zoll When from Heaven's arch the first pale Brucke, mighty-doomed Köln lay on either stars are peeping, hand. Thee, in these nigbt-visions do I Like guardian spirits, watching infancy! seek! What, though gulf-parted and heart Dearer than ages spent separated; what, though, if by my side, In festal bower, scant love-words, rather mockeries, might One moment with thee be upon thy lips, yet in this sky.dream may At that peaceful hour! I see thee, flower-decked, sweet-singing, and full of pleasant smiles. Nor, as stone after

'Tis sweet to meet thee! stone, the bright delusion castle rises before Ah ! how sweet to linger my sight, nced I fear a change ! Chimera

Beside the fountain fortune asks no propitiation-no ring-sacri Or the rip'ling stream; fice to be cast into the yawning flood. The While fancy traces with her fairy finger, within (der Innere) is to itself all-Cresus- Scenes that may furnish forth a poet's dream.. like, feeding upon its own wealth; but, unlike

Gladly I fly the Lydian king, subject to fate-influences, The banquet and the ball, working for a fall. Then comes to me the For one such moment undefined, uncrotcheted melody of names

Far outweighs them all! then doth the spirit, as the needle-tip, which in some huge compass (say life compass) points ever to the north, turn to the mystic combination of letters which form thy name - then doth Evanthe appear to me less a word, lip-spoken by many, its virtues under. stood' by few, than as a type, whereof heart. DELAVAL O'DORNEY: AN AUTO. smiles and soul-words are attributes, hiding

BIOGRAPHY.* in itself depths of holiness and bliss--a sound love-spoken by angelic tones, or perhaps We now weighed, and stood out of the haritself a plectrum, striking upon the nerves bour; and, as a fine breeze came freshening and fibres, forming the living lyre, playing off the land, we were soon clear of the island, strange tunes in soft and solemn keys. Thus, and bounding over the foaming waves, while smoke-wrapped and musing, the dull which glanced from our prow in phosphoric hum of distant multitudes scarce murmurs brightness beneath the trembling beams of to the ear, poor brain-weavers almost envy the rising moon. It was, indeed, an eastern the thought-free sons of manual toil; when, night, the loveliest season in the loveliest lo! from steeple to steeple, up-springing, clime, and under its influence the mind is leaps the dread time-voicetwelve strokes ! naturally filled with melancholy and tender -death-speaking, warning us that another musings. I, 100, was engaged in a most life-fraction has expired—thought rousing perilous though noble enterprise—what might apostolic number !-each clang, perfect in be its result? I thought of my dear old itself, yet forming a perfect all ; leading the uncle and poor Emily, whose whole earthly soul to high remembrance of the twelve happiness was bound up in my existence, whom Israel and Egypt saw, who walked and, sad and thoughtful, stood leaning over this earth-planet with healing and life-speak. the gangway in silence, watching the broken ing presence, till, one by one, they lay waves as they swept past me, until lost in down, wrapping themselves in Hope-gar. the great and general mass of waters. 'Twas ment, and slept.

a type of the state of man-so does he swell H. M. and vaunt himself, so die away. I looked up

* Continued from p. 303.

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