Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1846-12-10
CHI PIER XIX.
Brave comrades, we wait hut the iHvOrinS gales,
With spring on our cables, a bend m our sails
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Brave comrades, we wait hut the iNvOring gales,
With spring on our cables, bend IN our sails
The Buccnnneer.
She is won! we ARE g"rc!-SeoH
IT was Il beautiful Sprlng-mornlng, and Fanny
Morton, us the sister Of Henry Fowler was now
called, wandered, flowers gathering, with her dear
friend. Lucia Abbot. along the banks Of the Mer.
rinnc river. Lucia had been (or Il month ON a
visit IA, her aunt sand the two girls had conceived
strong affection for each other. Together they
had cIiuncd the dark old Powow hill, together they
had glidrd over the smooth waters Of The bay, and
together had they talked Of the lost Henry.
700 late had Mr. Abbot learned his error, when
the confessions Of Frederic johnson, and the ngh,
Of Martin, had revealed the true villain. l.mca
had wept ana Huguru ny nc was
innocent, she cried to her mother; Henry would
never commit such crime
Mr. Abbot had taken every step to punish the
offender Bn, he had escaped, and the merchant
could only regret his too easy crcduIily. Frederic
johnson had made full and free confession, and
through The influence aud eXeriions of his friend
Rlron, and Mr. Abbot, he had been pardoned.
'AnJ William has come home again" said Fan
ny, inquiringly, 10 her Young friend
YES, Int he is soon to leave again. Oh, Fanny
I wish every one we love would stay with US, but
suppose that is impossible
where is he going, Iuci?
TO South America he is TO be snpercargo,
believe they call it, Of one of fathers ships. Fa-
Their says his health requires a sea voyage.
But he will soon return, dear Lucia.
YES in few months. Oh, wish our deal
Henry would come with him.
The orphan sighed. Blu, perhaps he will NEE
with HIM
'Oh, yes, 'cred Lucia catching eagerly nj lh'
thought; wouldn't it he delightful II william
should bring him home
AT This moment. II man approached the SPEAKERS
lie came from towards the water and wns dressed
in sailor garments, apparently a sear'nn helongn!
10 one Of the numerous craft that nestled IN the
snug harbor Of Newhuryport. Doltiny his hat, he
made low bow and looking at the asionlshet
girls, said,
'Moyhop address the sister of Henry Fowl
| err
'lIenrv, Henry cried Fanny, darling forwnrt
and Selling the mans hand; 'what Of my brother
sir, Oh tell met
lie is alive and well. The captain has lelte
from hum I've been watching You since yor
came from the great house in the hill said ih'
sailor pointing TO the mansion of Mrs Merton wheel
| from a high point on the east side Of the town
overlooked the waters olthe harhor.
'And why did you not bring ii 10 me asked
Fanny, nnSinus'y
Il doesn't like 10 overhaul those front doors,
answered the man, rolling his qnld OF tobacco II
| his mouth, 'and captain said mnst see miss Fan
ny herself, and give her this; he said you'd know
what it MEANT and he took from his pocket !
Inllc packet.
Fanny eagerly seized aud unrolled it, 1t va
lille locker and in it was lock Of her owl
hair, which she had braided when she last parted
from her brother II wns the same locket whlc
Fowler had missed from his neck the night or HI
rescue Of Capt Nina. Richard Martin had snatch
ed it. us he rereaed from the crowd
oh, Luca' brother sent it, Where is he;whe
will he come, sir'
AS to the matter Of that can't say; but tn
captain has got cle for Won
ooh, tell him 10 bring it 10 me, do; can he not
10 nigh'''
Ile said If I saw the young lady to NIX her Il
walk down 10 the shore 10 morrow, and he would
meet her and give II to her
'rhere is some mystery in this business sal
Lucia. advancing; 'why does not ,our captal
come TO the house, and deliver his letter.
.Whv, 10 tell you hunt said the man with a
apparent mir Of fankness 'our ship isa privatee
in The Soulh-seryce, and the captain doesn't lIk
10 come on shore much; ia rather dangerous
But he's friend Of your brother, take it. Miss
and won't stop to serve him. AT any raie III n
him to 20 to the house, if YOU won't tell what III
craft is.
'Thank you, sir said Fanny, 'wo won't say
word.
.But you'd better come down To the shore how
scmdevcr, said tho sailor. 'Mayhaps can &c
the letter myself, continued he, ms he took ne'
!, n lug Of tobacco, and turned away.
~, ioJ hnu ,nu thpr In talk IN
weep over the lock Of hair, and magi inc nm
dream wha, would be the contents of the letter.
, Alas for golden antcipnions!
Mr. Abbot was seated in his pnrlor, leisure!
D.. smoking cigar Eor, like all sensible old gentle
men, he knew wha, was good to settle his Dime
All at once a cnrrnge drove 10 the door, and ii
: next moment Lucia was in his arms,
Bless me! returned, my child and wha, is It
o matter said he, observing tho traces of tears
, his daughters chcsks