The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1833-02-26

determined 10 make the subject of par
ticular investigation, slipped my memory
entirely. i saw nothing however to
contradict the popular beliefon this point.
II was the morning after my arrival.
The thunder gust Of the last night had
turned into regular rain storm, and sat
taking mine case in mine inn entertained
with the fish talk of several worthless of
the isle, when entered Captain William
Rose. Well named was suffering Bill
Rose for verify his face was 'like the
red red rose.'
'Old uncle John Dory is dead said
he, in low voice.
Gone off in the Palatine,' said one,
'for she was on the coast last night
'And if he has, said another, it is not
the first time he has been on board Of
her, I'll swear
'Ay, ay,' added third, 'he knew
more about her than he could have wish
ed, any time these six years.
well, dead he is.' said Rose, sand as
/ couldn't wish my worst enemy to die.
He saw the Palatine last night
He saw the Palatine ? Impossible
cried all.
Lying On his bed, from which he has
not risen this twelve-month,' said Rose,
'aud with his shutters closed, he saw
her and it came nigh freezing my blood
to see his eye roll, and his finger point
so and so, and so he died.
Rose renlly shuddered, as he tried to
make us understand him.
'And who is this John Dory = I en-.
quired.
The Inst man. replied Rose, who re-
ally knows all about the Palatine and her
passengers
Then am / too late,' said I mentally.
But oh mysterious power ofconscience.'
How, with its whip Of scorpions does it
drive the murderer, the successful eva
der of the laws to become his own ac-
cuser, and to unroll to shuddering
world the black records of his heart,
which he had vainly hoped to keep for
the archives of hell alone.
Among the papers of John Dory was
found IA full confession Of the whole
transaction, written for the peace of his
soul. 1t Is, however, SO rude and dis
jointed that in laying it before the pub
lIc, ! shall throw him out of the nara
ton, and give the story in my own lam
guage carefully adhering however, to
the facts.
Early in the last century, Jacob Van
derlIn and others chartered the good
ship Palatine at Hamburg, to convey
themselves, their families and effects to
Pennsylvania. The cause of their emf
grafton is not stated but certain it is,
that Vanderlin and several others of the
company were very wealthy men, and
the lading of the ship was very valuable.
There were in the whole thirty souls,
one half of whom were females. Those
were the days Of the Buccaneers, and
the name of Kidd was the terror of all
who had business on the great deep.-
.vanderIn and his colleagues had there
f1re been careful to procure well
armed ship, and had eDjoined upon
Captain Horner to engage faithful and
effectual crew. In a few days, the
Capt. informed them that all was ready.
His first and second officers were indeed
strangers to him, but they had come re-
commended by the first commercial
house in Amsterdam; his third was
young Reynolds, an Englishman, and
his own ado pied son his crew picked
men selected by his mates from every
maratime nation in Europe, were thirty
five strong sea dogs. every man among
them match for Kidd himself.
Encouraged by this fatterIng account
the conclusion Of winch, at least, was
true. but not in the sonse that the Cap.
tain intended, they at length set sail !;
and Mary Vanderlin saw through her
tears the blue shores OF Germany tor
the first and last time sink behind the
waters. She was one of the fairest
flowers that grew on the banks of the
Elbe, and never could have survived
this removal from her native soil, but
for the presence of those whose smile
was her sun. Her father and mother
were with her and one other with
whom she would have been content to
bloom and blush unseen in DESERT
This was young Reynolds, the son of an
English merchant, nephew OF Horner'-
Left independent by his father, he had
made several voyages with his uncle
rather to crafty his love of rowing than
from any pecuniary necessity, or to
learn the science of navigation. He
had for some time known Mary Wander
lin, and worshipped her at distance,
as the Chaldean might star till at
length, from some peculiar aspect of his
beautiful cynosuro, the young astrologer
began to indulge in the most rapturous
anticipations Of the heaven of purity and
love where it rolled. He converted a
part of his estate into money, and OBJ
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