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,-as his mustachios might have indicated, and his swearing confirmed, but the eldest son of a calicot manufacturer of great wealth and renown; that his ami was neither a count, nor a cavalry colonel, but simply a melodramatic performer, enacting tyran's at the Ambigu 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" to produce an "effect;" and that the distinguished blood of the Oripeaux that had stained his scarf, had been obtained, en passant, from a calf's head suspended at a butcher's stall.

The only reply Molly could make to this awful disclosure, was to fall in a befitting fit; but Monsieur de la Blagne--whose true name was François Blageur,-who well knew that when a lady closed her eyes in a faint, 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-adozen bullets and pellets, knelt down to say his prayers, and then put the muzzle of the weapon in his mouth. Seeing this, Molly jumped up, and roaring "murder!" and "voleur!" rushed out of the room, leaving the disappointed Frenchman in utter dismay

The first step that the indignant Molly Cannon adopted, was to inform 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 advocate of finality) that she would send back to the wretch all his treasures and valuables, which she now dignified with the appellation of his " pitiful dirty traps."

It is difficult 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 her disappointed sister); but women propose, and sometimes the public dispose. The fracas of this untoward event was even too great for Boulogne; and, by the advice of Abbé Caffard, the parties thought it expedient to set out for Paris after a family council. The Misses Cannon concluded that they should all become wives of some nobles; their brothers, that they 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 Apostolic Church performed in all its splendour; and old Commodus,--who had taken a vast fancy to écarté playing, (and who, moreover, had greatly 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 seated in gloom, old Morgan's trusticst crew;
No mirthful sound, no jest went round, as it erst was wont to do.
Wine we had none, and our girls were gone, for the last of our gold was spent;
And some swore an oath, and all were wroth, and stern o'er the table bent;
Till our chief on the board hurl'd down his sword, and spake with his stormy shout,
"Hell and the devil! an' this be revel, we had better arın and out.

Let us go and pillage old Panama,

We, the mighty Buccancers!"

Straight at the word each girt on his sword, five hundred men and more;
And we clove the sea in our shallops free, till we reached the mainland shore.
For many a day overland was our way, and our hearts grew weary and low,
And many would back on their trodden track, rather than farther go;
But the wish was quell'd, though our hearts rebell'd, by old Morgan's stormy

roar,

"The way ye have sped is farther to tread, than the way which lies before."

So on we march'd upon Panama,

We, the mighty Buccaneers!

'T was just sunset when our eyes first met the sight of the town of gold; And down on the sod each knelt to his god, five hundred warriors bold; Each bared his blade, and we fervent pray'd [for it might be our latest prayer,] "Ransom from hell, if in fight we fell, if we lived, for a booty rare!" And each as he rose felt a deep repose, and a calm o'er all within; For he knew right well, whatever befell, his soul was assoil'd from sin, Then down we march'd on old Panama,

We, the mighty Buccaneers!

The town arose to meet us as foes, and in order beheld us come ;-
They were three to one, but warriors none,-traders, and such like scum,
Unused to wield either sword or shield; but they plied their new trade well.
I am not told how they bought and sold, but they fought like fiends of hell.
They fought in despair for their daughters fair, their wives, and their wealth,

God wot!
And throughout the night made a gallant fight, but it matter'd not a jot.
For had we not sworn to take Panama,
We, the mighty Buccancers?

O'er dying and dead the morn rose red, and o'er streets of a redder dye;
And in scatter'd spots stood men in knots, who would not yield or fly.
With souls of fire they bay'd our ire, and parry'd the hurl and thrust;
But ere the sun its noon had won they were mingled with the dust.
Half of our host in that night we lost, but we little for that had care;
We knew right well that each that fell increased the survivor's share
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 floods of wine, and girls divine, the dark eyed girls of Spain.
They at first were coy, and baulk'd our joy, and seem'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 revell'd 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 getting 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 melted 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

full fain,

And we kiss'd our girls with the glossy curls, the dark-eyed girls of Spain; Our booty we shared, and we all prepared for the way we had to roam, When there rose a dispute as to taking our route by land or by water home. So one half of the band chose to travel by land, the other to travel by sea: Old Morgan's voice gave the sea the choice, and I follow'd his fortunes free, 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 bold 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 listless 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! 't was a madness, as it were..
It was a thing of shuddering to hark to the losers' swear.

We never were slow at a word and a blow, so we cross'd our irons full fain;
And for death and life had begun the strife, when old Morgan stopt it amain,
And thunder'd out with his stormy shout, -" Dogs, ye have had your day!
To your births!" he roar'd. " Who sheathes not his sword, Heaven grant him its
grace, I pray!

For I swear, by God, I will cleave him like wood!" There was one made 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 quail'd, 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 near'd to the fated chase-

We, the pillagers of old Panama,

We, the mighty Buccaneers!

She went right fast, but we took her at last. 'T was a little brigantine thing;
With some four men for crew, and a boy or two-a bark built for trafficking;
Besides this crew were three women, too; her freight was salt-fish and oil;
For the men on board, they were put to the sword; the women we spared awhile.
And all was surmise what to do with the prize, when old Morgan, calling us aft,
Roar'd, "Ye who have fooled yourselves out of your gold take possession of
yonder craft,

And go and pillage some other Panama,

Ye, the mighty Buccaneers!"

We were reckless and rude, we had been at feud till 't was war to the very knife:
But it clove each heart when we came to part from comrades in many a strife:
Over one and all a gloom seemed to fall, and in silence they packed their gear,
Amid curses and sighs, and glistening eyes, and here and there a tear.
We gave brooches and things for keepsakes and rings; and some trucked the

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 old 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 fell 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.

At last the

"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. 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. And so 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."

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"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 setting, sir," said the samphire gatherer, touching his hat to me. 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."