Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1832-05-25

whose mserablp death NO had Witnessed, was a
slight delicate little fellow, about fourteen years
old, OF the name OF Duncan; he was the smallest
boy ot his age ever saw, and had been badly hart
IN repeiling the attack of the pirate. His wound
wat iaceraicd puncturc in the left shoulder from
hoerd,ng.phc, but il appeared to he healing kind
ly, aud we thought for days he was doing we'll
towovcr, about five o'clock i'll the afternoon be.
lore VIC mado Jamacp, tho surgeon accostcd Mr.
Douglas as we were walking tho deck together. Il
fear l'ulc Duncan is going to slip through my fin
gers after all, sir Mol thought he had been
better so he was till about noon, when witch
ing OF the muscles came OH, which fear botokens
lock, jaw; he waivers, too now and then, bad sign
of itself where there is a frctiing weund.' We
went below, whSrc, notwithstanding the wind. sail
that was Let down close to where the hammock
was slung, the heat of the small vessel sutio-
eating. The large coarse tallow candle in the pur-
Scr's lantern that hung beside his shoulder, around
which the loathsomc cock-roachcs iuttcrcd like
moths in a summer evening, filled the decks with
a rancid smell and with smoke from torch
while il ran down and melted like fat before Il fire
IL cast dull Sckly CLEAN the pale face Of the
brown haired, grlrsh-lookng lad, he lay in his
narrow hammock. When entered, an old
quartcr-mastcr WAS rubbing his legs, which were
jerking about like the limbs of galvanized frog,
while two of the boys held his arms, also violently
convulsed. The poor little fellow was CRYING and
sobbing most pitcously, but made strong effort To
compose himself and bc man when he saw u.s.
'Thi, is so good of you. Mr.. Cringle, YOU will take
charge of my letter to my sister, know YOU will.
say, hnson,' to the quarter master, do lift me a
little, till try and finish IT. 1t will DO sore heart
to poor Sarah; she has mother now nor father,
and aunt is not over kind'-and again ho wopt bit
tcrly. Conound this jumping hand, it won't
keep steady, all ran do say, Doctor, shan,
die this time, shall IL Il hope not, my
hno little fellow Il don't think | shall; /
shall live to be man yet in spite Of that bloody
Buccaneers pike, know l SHALL God help me-
the death rattle was already in his throat, and tho
flame pickering in the socket; even he
degree that l thought he choakcd, but the vio-
lencc of tho commissions quickly subsidized. Il am
done for, Doctor he could no longer open his
mouth, but spoke through his clcnchcd teeth-I
feel ii now!-God Almighty receive my soul, and
protect my poor sister" The arch cnomy in
decd advancing to tn. final struggle, for Inc now
gave sudden and sharp cry, and stretched out his
legs and arms, which instantly became as rigid as
marble and in his agony no turned his facc to the
side stood on, but he longer sensible
Sister, he said with dit'icuty--dont let them
throw me overheard; there sharks here Land
on the lcr-how, sung out the man at tho mas:
head. The common life sound would not have
moved any of us in the routine of duty but burst
ing in, under such circumstances, it made us all
start as if it had been something unusual; the dy-
ing midshipman heard it, and said calmly Land
will never soc it. But how blue all your lips
look-It is cold, piercing cold, and dark, dark
Something seemed to rise in his throat, his features
sharpencd still more, and he tried to gasp, but his
clcnched teeth prevented him--he gone.