Litchfield enquirer., 1853-04-21
FIELD, (CoNN.,5 THURSDAY. APRIL 2l, la5:

not thy fathef. . tod, once thou nightest have been my boy, once gazed upon thy features. and once called thee son :! But--O Heaven is this dream my son pirate r
 Father still urged the pirate 1; fol> lowing the slow step of tie old mans backward movement, own me as your son and you shall .0... No. away. bloodthirsty man I know thee not. o God /! and is it thus have found my boy 2
 Listen to me one moment, my father exclaimed the pirate chief, in tone and manner little in keeping with bis vocation These hands are not stained with one drop of blood save where the flag ol England has waved, have not till the present moment irtruded on any deck but my own. But now, though 1 have gold in my lockers I am in want of bread yet I will leave you and go in peace. You shall receive no further trouble from me.
 The old man covered his face with his hands and the deepest agony dwelt in his bosom and while he thus stood, the pirate captain forced his men to return to their vessel. The gallant youth who hao followed the chief on board the brig. at this moment approached the spot where Adam Writ stood, and clasping both the old mans hands in his own said
 o, sir, if you are the mans father speak to him one kind word. Smile ups on him and own him as your son, One word from you may reclaim him from all his errors
 Boy, uttered the old man.as he gazed upon the pure and heavenly features that were turned towards him, you know not what you ask, I have left my home in search of my only son, but such as I find him will never own him. Back again I will go and alone will travel my wea> ry way through life.'
 o. sir, think once more ? urged the youth seeming to hang every hope on the result of his plea. 'One fond greeting from his father may yet reclaim him. Speak it, O speak it!'
 'Never, never,' uttered Adam Writ. as he pushed the applicant from him.
 'Then inc duty must rest with me- sadly murmured the youth, as he turned away from the spot. The father casts him off, but. I cannot
 Frank, at this moment exclaimed the pirate captain come here. The grap- plings are already cast off, and we must away. Not thing here have we mo- tested, and I shall leave with light heart. Come
 As the pirate chief spoke, the youth followed him quickly on board the schoo- ner, and in few minutes aferward the schooner was again on her way unmoles> ted.
 Old Adam Writ returned to his home in Boston. but that home was darker and gloomier than ever. He had left in search of his son-he had found that son but he had left him ia command beneath rove,'s flag. But gradually, like the same dim spirit arising from the cloudy mists of conscience, arose the earnest ap. peal of that son. and also o: that gentle youth who had urged fathers pardon for him. In the secret recesses of his hear. he could not but feel that he might have saved his boy. The continued memory of the scene on board the brig, soflened his hea,t. but the feeling only made him more miserable.
 The morning of the 2Sth of August. 1872, dawned upon the city of Boston. and ere the sun went down on that day. ten thousand hearts were filled with joy and aational pride. On that memorable day the U. s. ftigate Consultation under command of the brave Hull. entered the harbor of Boston. after glorious veto. ry over the frigate Guerriere. The wharves end adjacent streets were crow ded with enthusiastic people. and as the battle scared heroes walked from the landing they were everywhere hailed with the loudest acclamations of thanks and joy. ,
 Not far from the landing to which the first boat from the victorious frigate was hauled up stood old Adam Wit. He had heard of the arrival, and with his American heart oSeraowing with patti otic impulses. he dragged his feeble limbs down to bestow his needs of praise ups on his country's heroes. One after an- other of tle officers passed by, and while old Adam was swinging his hat in the air. he felt slight touch on his arm. and as he turned his eye rested on tl.e fair youth of the pirate schooner.
 Ha l what would you wi,b me? ut tered the old man. slightly trembling al the memory thus started up.
 Look look -lhere sir ? said the youth in ar earnest tone and manner at the same time pointing 10 party of seamen whC were coming up. See that wonderful man who halts in his walk. Doyou hea' the shouts that greet him A braves heart, or more effective arm has not beer found on the deck of any frlgate. ht fought bravely for his cousiry' and h' has sealed his devotion with his blood A.. Au.:. .1nuaad la haaP m nn0fe