Blue hen's chicken. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1848-1854, 1849-08-17

g scene on that awful day, but remember, wit
horror, the mock solemniiy with which the
9 bid me say my prayers, and while availe
myself of this sneering pemission, wretch
ed little imp of slave was fairly set at me
= grinning and screeching like young iend.-
There was my poor schooner sailing smooth,
, along with the PIRATES ship. thought Of m,
unfortunate crew, and the probability that m,
. death would excite the savage murderers II
, other deeds Of blood and vengeance but out
wardly endeavored to beafmy fate with reso
. luton. How the sweet LESSONS of my mo,he
came back to my memory then !
Some of the pirates glared at me ferociously
some watched me with glances of curiosity
and many scoffed at me. They were drawn
up in regular order, and the boa,swsin stool
by with his shril whistle. .swhih was to b,
the signal for hosting me Up to the yard arm
when the captain Of tho vessel stepped on
from the cabin.
-" Take off his Jacket" said he he will
swing all the Iighsefi"
| opened it myself; bat one of the crew
seized chain that hung round my neck, and
doubtless, snpposing its appendage was q
watch, would have appropriated it, but the
others would not hermit tbis. and ,be,s wor,d
have been scuiile, had not the captain bid
them stand back, as he advanced and ordered
me to show him what they ccntended for. 1t
was the pieiuye Of nm oH ,po,,an- liar s;lve,
hair was parted an her plaeid hrotv. ,ber swae,
eyes looked naaI,ly h.. ca. s,,,s.. IN .ll.,vbo
,ioaseA~cn them rasls', SUI e NY i IN Clips
and the hands wefe clasped across the Aelil,t
kerchief, which was folded over the black silk
dress.
putin the young pirates hands.
And who is this - he asked with sneer.
My heart swelled, and perhaps my lips quiy-
cred, as answered . My mother"
&" His mother he speaks of his mother ~
cried the captain Of this wild band. He was
very young, scarcely twenty, apparently per.
haps the impressions, of his boyish DAYS had
not yet been e1aced from his mind. =" He
speaks of his mother!r he exclaimed and
" mine mine Oh, Cd !" He casped his
hands, and with loud and very bitter cry,
looked up in agony atihe serene heavens which
lit the scene of death and strife disturbing the
unconscious waters. Once again he gazed
upon the portrait crossed himself as he return
ed It to me, and turned away mutterlng some-
Thing to himself which might have been a
prayer.
lie was hardly midway between the crew
and his cabin, when he tarned and bid them
unbind me.
" For the sake of my mother, and in honor
of her memory" said he' " release you.-
Go in peace" As If the recollection Of gentle
works at home siilled the angry passions of the
rest, no circumstances were offered, no attempts
made to detain me. | was taken back 10 my
ship, the pirate party were Withdrawn, and we
were permitted to sail on unmolested. have
reason to remember my arrival at ST. Helena
whe'e every one received me WIN welcome
l overhauled my poor mate s chest to hnd some
token iof MS Hue love- anu gave het MS oioie'
" the last gut OF his mother
" Well Hammond" said Aimesbury' when
the old mate had finished his yarn. ought
to be very much obliged to you for your story,
for it has been WORD isfsood season."
Before they had left ST. Helena many days,
Hammond found out why Mr.. Aimesbury had
been $50 keen to get aboard the Chichester -
but though the two ships were becalmed to-
gelher under the line, though The saucy Chi
chester came up with a sparkling shos of blue
lights and Illuminated oris, and though party
pushed OF to hear The news picked up from
other wanderers, Aimesbury did not leave his
ship.
Old Hammond happened 10 be in the room