The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-05-29

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tructon of hope. We now fastened the
door, primed my pistols, and placed
them in my bosom, and clinging to one
another we waited our fate. 1t was evil
dent that the ship had been put abont
and that we were sailing in different
direction for the sun, which had been
before set over the bows of the vessel,
now sent his darting rays into the stern
windows. Margaret put her hand into
mine with a gentle confidence, which
our circumstances then warranted, and
held her close TO me. She stretched
out her other hand to her female atten-
dants, who clinging close together, each
held hand of their mistress. " Dear
Edward ~ said Margaret grasping my
arm. 1t was almost twelve years since
heard these words from her lips but
it now seemed as if there were between
us mutual, though tacit, understand
ing of our feelings for each other. Un-
restrained, at such moment, by the
presence of the domestics, Margaret
and | used the most endearing, express
sons, and, like dying husband and
wife, bade solemn farewell TO each 9TH
err We all then renamed silent, our
quick beating hearts raised in prayer,
and our ears open to every sound that
seemed to approach the cabin. Perhaps
the uncertain nature of the death we
were awaiting rendered its approach
more fearful. The ocean must undoubt-
edly be our grave {; but whether the wave,
the cord, the pistol, or the dagger would
be the instrument of our destruction we
knew not whether something like mercy
would be shown by our butchers in the
promptness of our execution, or whether
they might take a ruffian pleasure in in
fIcting lingering pain.-ilad Margaret
or been alone i'll these awful circum-
stances, believe this thought would not
have occupied us Il moment but to be
doomed to be spectators of the butchery
of those we love, makes the heart recoil
in horror from the last crisis, even when
1t believes that the sword of the assassin
, will prove the key of the gate of heaven.
The sun sunk into the waters, and the
last tinge of crimson faded on the waves,
that now rolled towards the stern win
dows in din and dismal biilows. The
, wind, as is often the case at sunset, died
on the ocean. AT this moment / heard
the voice of the captain-'Io the top of
the mainmast, Jack, and see if there be
any sail on the horizon" The group of
victims in the cabin scarcely drew breath
while waiting reply which would de-
eide their fate. We distinguished the
J sound of feet running the shrouds. a
few moments elapsed ere the answer was
received Atlength we heard a-"Well,
!. Jack, well (Which was followed by the
springing of man on deck, and the
words, "Not sail within fifty miles, I'll
: be sworn." "Well, then, do the work
below !" was the reply. "But with an
q oath) don't let's have any squealing or
( squalling. Finish them quietly. And
: take all the trumpery out of the cabin,
d for we shall hold revel there to night. A
j, step now came softly down the cabin
: stairs, and hand tried the door, but
' found it fastened. quilted Margaret
u and placed myself at the entrance of the
e cabin. "Whoevef," said /, oattempts to
G come into this place does it at the peril
y of his life. fire the instant the latch is
! raised" A voice said, "Laissez moi
a entrer douc." hesitated for moment
i and then unfastened the door. Girot
}, entered, and locked it after him. Tic
+, dragged in with him four strings, will
heavy stones appended to them, and the
II same number of sacks. The females
It sank on the floor. In the twinkling o
o an eye, Grod rolled up the carpet of the
fha xvl,, ,,cl
IT every traveller knows is to be found il
n the cabins of merchantmen. "In-in,
8 he said in French to the Countess ano
e myself. Immediately descended re-
II ceived Margare. into my arms, aud wa.
l. holding them out for the other females
L when the trap door was instantly close(
u and bolted, the carpet laid down, the
5, cabin door unlocked, and Girod called
Z, out, "Iiere you, Harry, Jack, how cal
: you yourselves, I've done for two ofthem
J. / can't manage no more. Dat TANNED
Captain Lyon, when l stuff him the sack
Y he almost brake de arm."-Heavy fee
,fl trampling over the cabin floor, with {
g sound of scuflling and struggling, were
It now heard over our head. "A stlfeC
,r shrek, which died into deep groan
d ucceeded--then two heavy splashes into
h the water, with the bubbling noise o
n something sinking beneath the waves
1t and the fate Of the two innocent sisters
" was decided. "Where's Monsieur Gi
d rod ?" al length said rough voice
h "Oh, he's gone above" was the reply
1t ''thinks himself too good to kill any bu
C qualify" "No, no." answered the other
I, "Tm Girod's, through to the backbone
= the funniest felInw of the crow. Ruf hf