Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1909-09-16

del Carmine, In his Portuguese &C.
cent. II will pledge the captain
and our company. with His Lord.
ships Secretary. we owe him q
debt which shall be paid in the coin
Of the Costa Rica."
"Bravo,-A la savanna, perrosI
Huzza, boys.-shout 10 thati" clam
ored COcklescraft, at the top of his
voice. Drink deep 10 10, In token ofa
deep vengeancei THANK you, Master
Roche. for this remembrance. Now,
comrades. you have but half an hour
left before you must depart TO bring
down the brigantine 10 the mouth Of
the creek. A pipe and q glass
msre-and then away; so. 10 Il
roundly, and make profit OF your
timei-Tobacco, Mistress Kate
hli Master Swale's pipe first, and
then mine:-make the bottle stir.
my merry men alli'
Having thus given new spur TO
the revelry Of the board, the skip
per. unasked, broke forth with a
smoking song familiar 10 the tavern
haunters Of that era.
"Tohacco's n musician,
And In pipe dellghteth;
lt dsscends In close
Through the organ OF the nose,
with a relish that invfteth.
This makes me sing, so, no, no, 10, no. no.
Ho. boys, sound loudly.
Earth never did breed
such Jovial weed
Whereofto boast 20 proudly
The cackle of q wild goose, the
screech Of kingfsher In foul wealth
er, hath more music In it, Dickon
Cocklescraft. than this thou call ST
singing" said Rob. ~ would
counsel thee stick TO thy vocation
thy vocation, Master Shark. of
leave this gentle craft OF music
making 70 such sIs have no heart 10
admire thy virtues. Ha. hal''-he
paused Q moment to indulge his
laugh. When Q galliard OF your
kidney, dashed with such poison
Gus juices as went into the milk that
fed you. has conceit 10 be merry,
the fre-crackling Of roof trees and
the clashing OF steel are the fittest
melody for bis mirth. Dickon, try
no more ditties. thou wilt never
make living by the art"
by ST. Jamesl ! have sung at
more honorable feasts than 10 ever
fell TO your lot TO partake OF. Ay,
and lady songs, too,-and been ap-
plauded for my voice, old goblin OF
the BOWL Have not sung at she
back Of Sir Harry Morgan's chair,
la the great hall of the Governor OF
Chagres, in the Castle ST. Lawrence,
when We made feast there after the
sack Of the placer"
Truly" replied The Cripple:
whilst the hall streamed with
blood. and the dead corpse OF the
Governor was flung like rubbish
into q corner, 70 give more zsst 70
your banquet--and the women"
You have q licensey Rob OF the
Trencher, interrupted Cookies
craft, TO snarl at those you cannot
excel. So cen take your own
sweepl When you can better sing
a better song. then / will hearken
to you"
"On my conscience. can / now, st
this very speaking. Dickon Cock
lescraft, said The Cripple. "a bet
ter song than ever trilled through
thy pipes.
Which fesd men fat as swins.'"-
he sung, by way of proof OF his skill,
with tremulous cadence and melan
choly whine. as he hourished his
pipe in o line with his eyes. and
nodded bis head 10 mark the time.
The man has gone clean mad, y
ejaculated Kate OF Warrington, who
had for some time past been quietly
seated on stool near the fire, and
who now arose and stepped up tc
the table TO satisfy herself that II
was actually The Cripple whose
voice had aroused her. You had
better be telling your beads and
repenting Of your sins upon your
shrivelled hams, than tinkling your
cracked and worn-out voice ID mid.
night, TO be laughed at by Ruzzlinp
fools-barked at by sea-dogsI II is
time, Robert Swsle, your old bones
were stretched on your bed"
Faith, thou say st true, Mistress
Nightshade," replied Rob; "thou
speaks most truly: am over easy
TO be persuaded into unwholesome
merriment-it has been the sin ol
my life. So. put me on the floor
and now my crutches--m my sticks,
Kate. Thereby lantern, Kate. y
Away, lads, 20 the brigantine, -
said Cockiescraft, rising from his
seat. When you get her ut anchor
OF the Chapel. come ashore and pipe
me up with the boats vain 3 viii jstle
We have some boxes here 70 put on
board; and then, good fellows, we
will make flight into the city, and
ruff1e the sleep OF some of the bur
ghers, by way Of o farewell. Rob
will 60 with you 30 your cabin:
shall catch an hours sleep In my
cloak"
| "As thou wilt-as thou wilt, Dick
on" returned The Cripple az b,
set forth, with brisk ding, on hi.