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finn nut of Evil It was an observation of

Drvden that "poets always succeed best in fic-

tion. and me laci t tuuunucu uy uie iai ow.

ing" fine verses irotn tne Boston Daily Advertiser The lying Jiction of the coalition prints

abun the intended sale of the gallant frigate, has produced this much good, f- U S. Teh Aye! pull her tattered-ensign down, Long has it waved on high, And many a heart has danced tp se: That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout. And burst the cannon's roar The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no mor?. Her deck, once red with heroes blood, Where knelt the vanquiah'd tee, When winds were hurrying o'er the Hood And waves were white below, No more hall feel the conqueror's tread, Or know the conquered knee; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The egie of the sea! Oh better that her shattered huik Should sink beneath the wave; Her thunders shook the mighty deep And they should be her grave. N il to the mast her holy flag, Set every thread-bare sail, And give her to the God ot ttorsa

were (urncd on tlic Captain: and befor them stood a man about forty five years of age, in height above the middle size, with a frame between that of a Hercules and an Apollo. His dress and language evinced his profession, and his appearance exhibited a most advantageous representation of the

American sailor.

Mae eyes upon the manly visage before her. He had risen to his feet; his lip quivered; his whole demeanor was changed, and the sun-embrowned cheeks were wet. It was indeed a moment of agony. "My Benny!" at length burst from the now enraptured sister, as s-he flew into the arms of her restored brother. Capt. Walters was

"Mv friends,1' replied Graham, most I himself the first of the company to re

The lightning and the gale!

I mourn not the forest, whose verdure is dyjnp I mourn not the summer, whose beauty 13 o'er: 1 weep for the hopes that forever are flying, I sigh for the worih that I slighted before; Ai d sigh to bethink how vam i3 my sighing-, For love, nce extinguished, is kindled no more. The spring may return with his garland of flowers, And wake to new rapture the bird on the tre?; The summer smilesoft thro' the crystaline bowers ; The blessings of autumn wave brown o'er the lea ; The rock may be shaken the dead may awaken, Dut tiie friend of my bosom returns not to

me.

From the Trenton Emporium Where's the man who seeks for Fame? Hane! fie laurel give hirm Unfold the scroll and write his name; 'Tis all the grave will leave him, Where is he that toils for Go'J? Give! let naught annoy it: When a few brief day's are told, No more he can enjoy it. Where's the bosom swell'd with PraY. Spare! I would not wound it: For death shall twine at even tide, His mean, scant garment round it. Where's the heart on Pleaairg bent? P -ur a double measuie: Health and Life, to morrow spent, Gone will be the treasure. Take each cup of joy away, To others fid d and giv'n; U, what are all these bubbles, Bsyt To him whose home is heav n!

From the Phi'adelphia Saturday fivoing Tost.

THE VENDUE. CHAPTER 11. The wanderings of William Szsanscy, We have already witnessed the re

turn and restoration to wife and chil

dren of the long lost William Swansey. and we left htm seated among the almost distracted group of his family and friends. Of thete friends, 1 may now inform the reader, some were his school fellows, the companions of his youth. Such were Solomon Overton, the protector of Mrs. Swansey, and her children; Mrs. Overton, a most interesting representation of what a farmer's wife should be, and if not still young, yet smiling in health and peace of mind ; and, in point of age, the father of the little assembly, the w hite headed Thomas McFrame, reaching, but not trembling on the verge of seventy years. Every eye was turned on Wm. Swansey, or Simon Graham, as the restored

father and husband, who sat ready to relate the causes of his long absence and happy return. "You may remember, my dear Maria," said Graham but here the sound of a carriage rapidly reaching and sweeping through the gate, interrupted the speaker. "Is 31r. Simon Graham here?'1 said a strong voice from the carnage. -He is," said Graham, rushing towards the new speaker, as the latter sprang to the ground. "Why, Captain, you are a prompt sailor, by sea or land," smil ingly observed Graham, as he seized the strangers hand, and both turning to the carriage, assisted out a very lovely woman, a still more lovely boy, about four years old, and a very genteel middle aged, but very feeble man. "Air. McFrame and Mr. Overton," said Graham, as he supported towards them the invalid, "you cannot have forgotton our old acquaintance, Henrv Ilo'lcomber "Henry Holcombe !" ejaculated the whole company, with mingled joy and regret; "is this Henry Holcombe?" crowding around lum, as they all rather tumultuously entered the house. "This is our still gentle Henry," continued Graham; "something the worse in his timbers is true this is Mrs. IIolcombe,and this," seizing the eager boy in his arms, and holding him towards Mrs. Swansey, "is Charles Holcombe." "Ai.d who am I?" exclaimed the newly arrived Captain, with a most good natured laugh. Here all eyes

impressively, "here is the man who has,

under Heaven, restored us to eacri oilier;" but rather abruptly checking himself, addressed the Captain, saying"this is my long lost wife, this my son, and

here my daughter. This the now ven

erable Thomas McFrame that his

daughter. Here let me make you ac

quainted with Mr. Solomon Overton,

Mrs. Overton, and their 6on and two

daughters." And thus the various members of the party passed in review before the intent countenance of the sailor, who seemed as if his piercing eye sought some particular face, but with evident pain and uncertainty. "Come," said Graham, Jas you and your company must need some refreshment, let us compose ourselves. I was just opening a little history of the wanderings of William Swansey, alias, your

friend Simon Graham, when you arriv

ed; if vou are not too much iatigued

to hear a long story, it shall be resumed as soon as you have taken some restoratives." In about an hour, all were again reseating themselves to hear the promised tale, but as they were sitting down, the sailor anxiously whispered to Gr.ham, "Which is her?" Foh!' replied Graham, "Captain, you are always a little too impatient for tirne"--and the Captain with smiling resignation, seated himself beside Mr. McFrame and Mrs. Overton. "You may remember, mv dear Maria" tesumed Graham, "that when we

were children, my impatience and violence of temper made me a troublesome playmate, and as age advanced, these defects became more inveterate. Losing my mother in infancy, and having neither mother nor sister, Maria Wallace seemed to me the latter. Left al

most unnoticed by my father, little Ala- j

na was really my most clleclive moral instructor. I well remember, when a mere boy, my head involuntarily asked me how well Maria behave should 1 do so? or, what will Maria say when she knows what I have done? lut, alas! even the monitor was then taken from rne she was gent to Bethlehem, and myself to a country school. Years passed away, duiing which 1 only occasionally saw my sister, as J fondly called and considered my cousin. At school amongst many others, 2 formed three acquaintances, which I

now mention from the influence they had on my future state. Ail of these Mr. McFrame and Mr. Overton knew. Henry Holcombe wa- slender in frarm, firm, but younger than myself. Thomas Sharp was one or two ears my senior, and in person and temper the very

reverse 01 jieurv iioicomoe. Uark, gloomy and yet fieice, with the most undaunted c- urage, and yet very uncommon personal strength, Sharp seemed created forthe tyrant, and Holcombe for the victim, and such soon became the relation hetween them. The sufferings cf the one, and the infliction- of the ether however soon met a check.

Of all the young men I ever knew, JJenj imin Walters, of our school, most

completely ct his parents, his teachers

and Lavaterat delia ce."

"Benjamin Walters !" eagerly ex

claimed Mrs. Overtcn; "my brother,

Mr. Swansey, where is mv brother?

Do your know aught cf him?" and a

conv ulsive flood cf tears checked all

reply. 31 re. Swansey was herself shocked, or appeared so, and tho?e of the company who never before learned the relation, turned their eyes upon each other, vf ith they knew not what of undefined inquiry. "1 hope," observed the sailor, looking earnestly into the face of Mrs. Ov rton, "that this Benjamin Walters is not the same with a mad master of a vessel ;

I w s crce acquainted with. A thunderust, who regaidd a northwest--r as little as he did a voyage round the earth. Many a scrape have I carried him out of, many a brawl has he involved me in if it is him, madam, you are weeping for, dry your tears, and rejoice that he has gone to th both-m. The last time I saw him, he told me he was a native of Bucks county, Pennsylvania; that his parents were dead and that all the near relative he left behind him was a sister, a good girl enough, but hardly worth returning to see." During this incomprehensible narrative the mingled emotions of Mrs. Overton were overpowering; her tears were dried; indeed, her r-ally sweet visage

assumed a severity which, to be felt, must be seen; but which her tormentor regarded with no other indication than a most provoking curl of the lip, as much above description as her wrath. "It is in vain," continued the sailor, "to blubber about drowned nvm, an if, as 1 was the friend of your brother, you could forget him, and call me your own brother Benny" Here Mrs. Overtcn raised her fine

gain command of feeling, and while

gently removing his sister irom hi breast, and reseating her, laughingly observed, "This is like sailing in one hour from the north pole to the tropics, but all in good time; my beloved Susan, with your leave, I shall now find a birth beside you, and let Mr. Graham finish his log book 5' Strong as he was, he would have found it no easy matter to have separated himself from Mrs. Overton, w ho as I firmly believe, heard no other part of Mr. Graham's tale, except where the name of Ben Wallers roused her recollection. "Ben Waflera, as 1 have already observed," continued Mr. Graham, "set teachers and Lavater at defi.ice. Wild as the winter wind, )et collected in all circum-tanct s, beyond any otlnr example I ever knew; apparently

thoughtless, I never knew him, in word or deed, give the slightest unprovoked pain. Active and powerful, his own wrong? were utterly disregarded , and the first time I remember to have seen anger in his eye, was when our poor friend Holcombe was si nick dow n by Sharp. The blow was given pretendedly in play, but really in malice. Ben turned his eye from the writhing victim, to his persecutor, and coolly ob -erved, "Sharp, I wish vou had struck me in place of Hein." "1 can do so yet," grinned Sharp. But he was oo late; fire llashed from Ben's eyes, and Sharp lay rolling in dust.

Yv hat a blow ! what a blow! How much has it cost Thomas Sharp, Henry Holcombe, Benjamin Walters, ai d Simon Graham. Sharp ro?e slowly,

made no attempt to resent ti e chastisement, but we could ever after perceive

a deadly hatred rankling on hi brow,

a hatred which neither Ben or myself ever feared. Our protection pr served Henry from its immediate effects, and in due time we were separated, each to find his own way m the world. My Maria had not yet returned from Bethlehem, hen in an excursion into New J. rsey, 1 met with, flirted with, and was in the end ruined, in mind and reputation, by a wman whose name I cannot repeat. saw my oivn folly when too late. My mind was in chaos; the enly prudent act I had done on this fatal expedition, was one of

mere omission, t had not mentioned m place of residence to and tore myself away, and returned home. At

my calmness astonished and delighted the captain. He thought it courage it was despair it wa9 madness. Oo the third day the north-west teiud, which had hasted us out of the Delaware, nlew a gale and adverse to uur course. lidding by a rope 1 saw the captain was alarmed, and coolly asked him if he had ever been ship-wrecked. He replied thai he had uot, and hoped he never should be. 1 neither hoped nor feared, but was really glad to have my mind employed by the tempest, and 1 was grant d. The storm augmented and we were forced to sea dismasted and reduced to a wreck. Driven for ten days at the mercy of the winds, and expecting death every moment, we were relieved on the eleventh day, by a ship bound from Charleston, in Soulh Carolina, to Cadiz, in Spain. 1 regretted the misfortune and wretchedness of the captain and crew, but on my own account really preferred the change of destination. Without any particular additional accident we reached Cadiz, where, in a foreign land, unknown and psnnyless, 1 was put on shore. The circumstances of our 6hip-wreck made some noise among the American residents at Cadiz, and was the cause of my introduction to a Mr. David Ford, a Philadelphia merchant, theism that city on business; and sufiice it to say, as much cf my story was made known to him as inteiested him grc.atl) , and I was very kindly taken into his employ. In the many years of my painful pilgrimage, Mr. Ford was the only entire Strang r 1 ever made a confidant, and in him 1 found a true friend.

At the time of leaving Philadelphia,

cd Halcombe whilst his wife, with one hand clinging to her child, and the other stretched toward her husband, was dragged by the hair by one of these furies. At this moment with a lion's rage, I dashed into the crowd, and wrenched a very heavy cutlass from the hands of one of the crew. The attempt was desperate, but 1 was not left alone. "Henry Holcombe!" came in thunder fiom the man who had taken off our irons, as he rushed to my side. "Sharp you cut-throat villain, do you remember Ben Walters?" There was, however, no time for words. We were two to near twenty desperate and armed men. Surprise had, for an instant, parahz d our opponents and that instant was fatal to them Two had already fallen under my hands and the use of their fire arms had yet been injurious only to themselves, though both our clothes were pierced. At ihe voice and recognition cf Ben. Walters, Sharpe had turned from his defenceless victim, and, fired a pistol, aimed at Walters, but which a Juicb of the vessel directed to the heart of ore of hi3 own men. Dropping their pistols drawing their hangers, the two seemed to have forgot every thing but vengeance. Wallers had not for a moment lost his presence of mind, and as he rushed towards Sharpe, called cul, with a most authoritative voice to three oi four of the crew, whom he knew, to cut down that villain Sharpe. This admirable stratagem had its lullcst effect. Dimay, confusion and mutual rage, now turned these wretches 00 each other; and in a moment, mors

than two thirds were dead, overboard or

I assumed my fathers christian name, j mortally wounded. Sharpe whose only nd my mother's family name, and, as virtue was mere bravery, undismayed, Simon Graham became, in procc?3 of j met the terrible Walters; but 'he contime, the partner of the house ol Ford, test was short: the sword of ihe latter Williamson andG'aham. sunk deep into the right shoulder of

irars Uowed away. ilr. lord re-the other and felled him to the deck,

A c r 1 hia c 1

eiut u in t. uiiaut iinuij aiiu 1., ins tui-?i-ir, I from time to time heard, but vaguely however, from my family. My heart bid mt' return, but remorse, shame, and perhaps?, mistaken pride forbid my meeting one so much beloved, and so deeply injured. The fiffiirs cf our house propered, and 1 became rich, far above my hopes. Though absent i was not unmindful of those 1 had deserted. I kept a will duly drawn in their favor. It was for many years my annual resolution to return; but delay followed delay, until a severe and protracted illness admonished me that my days were fleeting. Whilst merely convalescent, and whilst arranging my affairs for my return, one of our ships came into port, under command of Henry Helcombe. The name

and the next second his cleft skull clos

ed Ihe fearful contest. As many as remained unwounded were one by one admitted on deck and bound. Three, whom Ben. swore were cowards, were admitted to assist in navigating the Emily into port. These malefactors now await the decision cf the offended law s of their countiy. On my arrival in Philadelphia, I learned the state of offairs on the Muskingum, and purchased cn my own account the demands of the house against the estate of Jasper Trimming, whiih I soon found involved to great amount. The sen and mother have yet to account for their unfeeling conduct. Thy were not pressed by the house, nor would we have known how matters stood, but a gentleman, a merchant

home I found my more than sister, Maria Wallace. The wound in my heart festered: I became glnomvnud neglect-

revived friendly recollections, and on t from Marietta, having some busint ss to going on board, I found my old school J transact with us, accidentally learned fellow, his wife, and this little sailor, that we were the creditors of TrimI need not gay I took passage with thsm, ! ming, and stated the circumstances of

and our voyage progressed pleasantly;

though from the prevalence of northern

winds, we were walled into a more

the suit.

"We have good cause to forgive them," said Mrs. Swansey ; "they have

ful of busmes-: offended my uncle and j southern latitude than we could have brought vou home " as she fcndl? em

A . I 1 I . . . " '

aunt; was pmeo, ana married 10 my desired. We were nevertheless, borne

steady friend, my Maria.

The anger of her parents was severe, but evanescent; we were restored to our natural haven, hut peace of mind to me was gone. I every day dreaded to hear from or see the demon from New Jersey. Thus brooding over rashness

folly, my time passed, until my Maria was eoon expected a second time to need my cheerful affection. I went to Philadelphia c!) my uncle'd business, and in Market-street my limbs were fro

zen by being seized rudely by the arm, and oeeing in the face of my detainer the tormentor 1 so long dreaded.

" I know all," the tauntingly and j

loudly vociferated; 'here is your boy," holding up a very vulgar child, who, from its age, I knew could not be mine, "who am I going to carry up to Bucks

county to introduce to your Maria." Ready to einl; with shame and surprise,! was long enough bewildered to admit a mob to collect; but recovering myself, I summoned sufficient presence of mind to know that neither anger nor remonstrance in the open street would do good; I therefore, though with some difficulty, prevailed on my evil genius to attend me to a public house. While making our way from the

crowd my mind was mad' up. Unhappy at home; hopeless, and, without the aid of my wife's parents, poor; pursued by a wretch I could neither silence nor bribe, and knowing that my Maria and children would not bp forsaken, I rapidly sketched my plan. As we entered the door of the public house, I calh d for a private room and a dinner for two persons, and at once paid the amount. 1 knew the house, and after

entering our room I with apparent levi-

towards our port on the wings of the

winds, when at once our hopes were

braced her restorr d huband.

"31y sweet sister," said Ben. Walferf,

s received me as a brother, though

"ha

blasted. We were chased and cantur- ! that brother was a pirate."

ed by a pirate an armed schooner. 1 "Vou were never a pirate, Ben." gob waybill) weak, but my own hardships j bed Mis. Over ton, though it was eviwere soon forgotten in concern for those j dent very painful feelings were excited of my fi lends. Amongst this ferocious I in her bosom. crew of blod, by far the most inhuman, j "A pirate or not," said Ben. "my was the pirate captain. Wh),l could I dear Susan, I was found in bad companot surmise, this monster seemed to re- I ny. I am now in better socie ty, it ia

gard us with peculiar hate. We had) 'rue. I have made you cry many a

been for some da) 5 in indescribable sufferings, and every moment awaited death with all its horrors. B-Uh Hoicoibe and myself were heavily ironed; but, 1 believe on the eighth day in the

evening, one of our captors came down and removed our iro. 3. This man I often observed, and could net but feel astonished that si:ch a countenance could be so associated. Whilst remov

ing my manacles I sat? the tears fall on the iron, and one fell warm on my hand. A ray of hope was enkindled, but my effort to epeak was checked with a silent but impressive look. There was something most acutely distressing in the conduct of our captors on this occasion. Capt. Holcombe had been until

this time rigidly confined, and so cramp

time and it is time to make you laugh. I am not as rich as my friend Graham, but I have something in the locker, and that something Susan must have; and if you cat: spare me a birth, may sail through life in your ship, sister." How Suean Overton received this proposal, we shall learn when we hear how such a man as Benjamin Walters could be found one of a pirate crew.

NEW GOODS. GEORGE TOUSEY

7 0ULD inform tha public, tbat fca

V has just received from

ed were his limbs, that it was with A CENERAL assortment of seasonalbe

assumed carelessness, out of a 6idedoor

into an entry, and walking slow into a back yard, turned round a stable, opened an alley door and escaped. In an instant I was again in Market street, and in ten minutes on board of a packet bound to Boston. The second day from leaving home, I was on the bosom of the Atlantic. It is in vain to attempt any description of my feeling?. The weather was stor my, aud, though never before at sea,

much difficulty he tottered on deck. A few moments of mysterious quietness increased my fears that something horrible was to follow; and my bitter suspense was soon dispelled by mingled screams and curses. Above all, rose to heaven the rending voice of Mrs. Holcombe, "My husband! my husband! for God's sake, captain, my husband !" These piercing exclamations drovr from my mind all personal reflection, and by

one of those, perhaps, supernatural ef

ty caressed the child, and stepped, with forts, I seemed not only restored to my

wonted vigor, but to have regained

more than the strength of youth, as I rushed on deck. The first object that arrested my maddened g"-3e, was poor Holcombe prostrated and bleeding; and the following dreadful words from the pirate captain discovered to my mind who he wa?, and the full horrors of our situation: "H rry Holcombe, do you remember Thomas Sharp?" grinned the demon. "God of mercy receive my soalTcalxly ejaculated the wretch-

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