The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-06-05

uTe Sne ua0 lccelVou from ncF adversary,
and the motion of her guns, suddenly be-
gan to settle into an awful and suspic-
ious quiesoence. But the victors were
apparently too busy in the work of re-
tribution to heed this strange and por-
tentious change. / perceived, however,
only too clearly that the Demon was
about finally to settle for sinking. After
the lapse of a few seconds, it seemed
that the conquerors themselves became
at last aware of the treacherons gulph
that was preparing to receive them and
hundred voices exclaimed, "To the
sloop to the sloop! The ship is going
down--the ruffians are sinking her !"
now literally called out until my voice
became hoarse scream. / struck vio-
lently against the top of our sinking dun
geon. l pushed the tssp door with my
whole force. All was in vain. heard
the sailors rushing eagerly to their own
vessel, and abandoning that of the pi-
rates to destruction. l took Margaret s
hand, and held it up towards heaven, as
II It could better than my own plead there
for US. All was silent. Not q sound
was heard in the once Gercely manned
Demon, save the rushing of the waters
in at the holes where she had been scut-
tied by her desperate crew. 1t almost
seemed that--determined not to survive
her eapture--she were eager to suck in
the billows which would sink her to OBJ
livion.
At last, as if she had received her fill,
she began to 60 down with rapidly
which seemed TO send us, III an instant,
many feet deeper beneath the waves, and
| now expected every moment to hear
them gather over the dock, and then
oyerwhelm us forever. uttered pray
er, and clasped Margaret in my arms
But no voice. no sigh, proceeded from
the companion of my grave. Her hand
was cold, and her pulse was quiet and
deemed that the spirit had warred with
and overcome its last enemy, ere our
common grave yawned to receive us.
Voices were heard: weight seemed to
be removed from the trap door! 1t was
opened and the words, "Good Heaven!
the fellow is right they are here, sure
enough met my almost increduIous ear.
l beheld a British officer, a sailor or two
and Girod with his hands tied behind
him. held up my precious burthen,
who was received into the arms of her
compatriots, and then like one in dream
sprang from my long prison. Perhaps it
might be well that MargaEet's eye was
half closed in death at that moment, for
the deck of the sinking Demon offered
no spectacle for woman's eye. There
lay the mangledbodies of our late dread
ed jailors, their fast stiffening counte-
nanccs still retaining in cold death itself
that expression of daring and brute fe-
rocity, which seemed effaceable only by
the absolute decomposition of their har-
dened features. / shall never forget the
scene Of desolation presented by that
deck, lying like vast plank or raft Of
slaughtered bodies, almost level with the
sea, whose waters dashed furiously over
It, and then ssceded from their still in
etfectual attempt TO oycrwhelm the YES.
sci, returned all dyed with crimson to
theocean; while the sun, setting in stor-
my and angry sky, threw his rays-for
the last time--in luried and ftful CLEANS
on the sinking. Demon.
A deep, and, as it seemed, long pent
sigh escaped from the bosom of Marga-
ret when the fresh breath of Heaven first
played on her cheek. would have
thanked her brave deliverers-haye paz.
ed on her to see if life still returned-but
the sea was gaining fast on us, and l had
lost the free use Of my limbs by my
Heightened and eramped con6nemen
10 one human being, however, / did not
forget my gratitude. As we hurriedly
prepared to spring into the boat, l saw
that Girod's pinioned members refused
him the prompt aid necessary for effect
ing an escape in such moment. Ire
turned, seized bloody cutlass that Law
on deck, and, without leave of the officer,
cut at once through the ponds which con-
hned, our first deliverer-"This man.nI
said as we seated ourselves, "bas been
the instrument Of Heaven for our n,a.
servation. / will make myself ans vera
bic for his liberty, and kind treatment" !"
Girod seized my hand which received a
passionate Gallo salute. Our sailors
now rowed hard to avoid being drawn
into the vortex ofthe sinking shin. Mer-
ciful God we were then out of the De-
mon ! I supported Margaret in my arms;
and as saw her bosom again heavc--a
renewed glow of hope rushed to my
heart.
We had not been many minutes on
board the sloop ere slowly and awfully,
the Demon sunk to the same eternal
grave in which she had SO often doomed
her victims. We saw the top of the
main mast, which had borne her false