American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-06-14

a TAR In TROUBLE,

While in the Office of Recorder Genois YES
terday, police officer, big with brief authori-
ty, entered, leading "son of Neptune" who
looked as disputed if he had been cast
among the unfriendly savages Of the Friendly
! Islands.
The police officer said something soto roce to
the Recolder--a rather pretty young woman,
with dimpled cheeks who sat within the rail
ing, made pantomimic motion to the old wo-
man with wrlnkled cheek who was by her side
the sailor looked implorngly at the dimpe
cheeks, gave hitch with his sinister hand to
his pantaloons, and expectorated porfon of
the juice OF the tabacco quid from his mouth.
Poor fellow !she seemed to say, "Here am like
bark driven on the breakers, without COMPASS
or chart; | hung out my flag Of distress, but in
stead of that trim and well beloved craft (dim-
pie cheeks coming to my assistance, she sent
that pilatcal looking cruiser (the police officer
to haul me into harbor."
"John Connor," said the Recorder.
AYE, aye, your honor" said John, advanc-
ing up to the desk of that functionary in rock
ing, walk-thc-deck kind of gait John at that
moment appeared every inch sailor. His
trousers were blue, and of capacious width at
the eXtremltes; his acket was of like color, and
cloth, and was plentifully supplied with pearl
| studs; his black silk handkerchief was loosely
tied in swivel knot, and the collar ofhi check
shirt was spread out over his shoulder
"Connor," said the Recorder, ''this woman
here, Ann Hays, says you have been to her
house, and threatened to commit murder
What have you to say to the charged"
"Why, Lord love your honor" said Conner,
again ejecting quantity of tobacco Juice, and
twirling his little glazed hat around on his
thumb "why, Lord love your honor, Ann is
the little painter that got hitched on to my
bows in Boston four years ago. Murder her!
I'd as soon stove in the bulwarks of my own
existence"
Ann Hays-"Well, your honor Pm afraid
ofmy life of him."
"Ah, Nancy: Nancy" said John, drawing
the cuff OF his Jacket across his right eye, and
WlPIng away tear that stood in the corner
"Ah, Nancy! have encountered MANY breeze
since left four years ago in Boston but this blow
does more injury to the rigging of my heart
than all | have yet to contend with-to be led
into shoal water by the false lights of the enc
my is bad, but to be deserted and disowned by
a craft that one took in convoy with him for
life, is little too much for the timbers of my
constitutional is, Nancy
Recorder-"Ihis language is too fgurative
too technical for me. Can't you speak, Con-
nor, in manner in which can better under
stand you"
Connor-"Certanly, your honor. Then
keeping right ahead, without making tack
either to wndward or to leeward, | will read
over the logbook Of my life, as | have it in nv
memory, since first hailed Nancy. AS | said
before, your honor, we got braced in Boston
about four years ago. A chaplain, forget his
name, but here's his certificate, "-produces
certificate of their marriage-"made it all taut,
and felt as happy as if was sailing before
three months trade wind. unfortunately got
on spree and put to sea-frst in the u. S. |
ship Ohio, and then in the frigate Columbia
During my cruise | never forgot my Nance,
and many time in the silent watches of the
night used to look aloft, and fancy could
see her pretty dimpled cheeks and bright eyes
smiling on me among the stars; and often did
| fancy, as the wind sung through the rigging,
that heard her sweet voice say,
Sim true to you stll-true as the compass
to its point, Jack Connor."
"But it HASN'T been so, your honor; for when
| came home with my pay in my pocket, to
throw into her apron, found she had hauled in
her anchor and put to sea with lubber, who
knows nothing about anything except boil
ing duff and making chowdier Oh, sir it has
shvered the tmbers of Jack Connor, and new.
er, never more does he expect to sec his sails
filled again with the winds ofdomestic content. >
Here Jack applied the cuff Of his blue jacket