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There was reason for the caution, as the complexion of the African, under the influence of sudden passion, had changed from black to a strange brown of mingled shades ; his large lips, too, were drawn tight against his ivory teeth, which were revealed much in the same way as those of an angry dog. He tried to twitch his collar out of Haverstraws hand, but the grasp of the old man was not shaken.

“ You foolish nigger boy,” said he, “ do you want to make a quarrel here, and the Captain just going ?”

“ Me will go too !” exclaimed Merry, with an air that defied all who would oppose his intention.

“ What are you talking about, blackbird, eh?" roughly asked the man at the wheel.

“ The boy is wishful to go with me," answered Haverstraw, speaking instead of the black, and holding up bis finger to him for silence, in the hope of preserving peace,

A surly oath was the response, it was echoed by others of the crew, and Merry was flatly denied.

“ Now keep your temper, and listen to me,” said Haverstraw, pulling Merry still nearer to him, and whispering in his ear a few sentences. The negro gave a skip, snapped his fingers over his head, and grinned one of his broad grins.

“ Will it do, boy?" asked Toby, slyly smiling.

“ Iss, by gor, iss !” exclaimed Merry, with another skip; “ me get off dat way, ver well.”

“Softly!” exclaimed the wary old man, looking round on the crew whose attentions were now diverted by the Pirate.

The Captain shook hands with all, both in the cabins,

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and on the deck, then entered the batteau, followed by his son. Haverstraw descended to one end of the loaded canoe, which was nearly overset by the additional weight. The sailors continually cheered their Captain as the boats moved slowly off. He took his last look of the Fearless.

“ She is admirably built !" cried he, addressing Clinton, his eye scanning the hull and rigging with something of melancholy; “ I was never ioside a better ship. But I have done right to quit her,” (he could not restrain a sigh,)“ and I must make myself as happy as I

You would hardly think, Nicholas,” he added, “ how a thorough-bred sailor, such as twenty-five years of service has, I believe, made of me, loves his ship; she seems almost as much a part of him as the hand which has worked her helm, or the eyes that have directed her compass.”

While the attention of the crew was fastened on the boats, a splash in the water was heard, and the negro was presently seen rising to the surface, twenty yards off, and swimming with a vigorous and rapid movement toward the canoe, which Haverstraw put back to receive him.

“ Cuss the rogue! he was one of our best men," exclaimed the fellow who had heard the splash; “ hand me that musket, Benjamin, he shall not get off without a taste of lead ;” and Merry's mortal career would have instantly terminated had not Toby suddenly called out to him to “dive!” The black disappeared accordingly, and the shot passed the place where his head had been lut an instant before.

“ You just cleared it, boy, just, to half a second !"

cried Haverstraw, quietly laughing, as Merry grasped the canoe side. « Not there—not there !” exclaimed the alarmed old man, “ go to tother side, or you will sink her! the goods are heavy in the middle, and if you sit where I tell you we shall balance her evenly."

Merry therefore got in at the hinder end of the canoe, Toby being in front; the paddles were again set in motion, and the smooth waves, shining in the morning light, swept past them at no mean speed.

A seaman, whom the Pirate had recommended to the crew of the Fearless to be their successor, was in the batteau, and when it floated at the edge of the shore, he waited until the Pirate and his children had landed, then rowed it back to the ship. The canoe had been returned by the sailors to the Pirate along with its contents.

CHAPTER XXII.

" It is the loveliest day that we have had

This lovely month; sparkling and full of cheer;
The sun has a sharp eye, yet kind and glad;
Colours are doubly bright: all things appear'*
Strong outlined in the spacious atmosphere;
And through the lofty air the white clouds go,
As on their way to some celestial show."—Hunt's Poems.'

“ Love is sweet,
Given or returned. Common as light is love,
And its familiar voice wearies not ever,
Like the wide heaven, the all-sustaining air.
They who inspire it most are fortunate,
As I am now; but those who feel it most,
Are happier still, after long sufferings,
As I shall soon become."-Shelley.

We now return to the Pastor's lodge. Two years it is to be supposed have passed away since the Pirate parted from his men. The winter has set in with rigour. In Upper Canada, particularly in that part of it where the good clergyman dwells, the seasons are always more temperate than in the Lower province, but even here, every lake and pond-every stream and rivuletare coated hard and firm with dark, polished ice. The prairies, or savannahs, natural flats in the midst of immense forests, are iced nearly a foot deep.

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splendid phenomena, the hoar frost, has spread itself in a few hours over the whole of the vast wilderness, the work of an Almighty Enchanter, whose beautiful creations are without end. Nature is now in her most surprising attire; the boasted summer has nothing to exceed these glories, has nothing more inimitable, more surpassing

The enclosure in which the broken-hearted Lucy slept was covered with a winding-sheet of purest ice, that shone all over with glittering particles. The Pastor and his grandson, in fur-trimmed great coats, bear-skin caps and gloves, took a morning walk from the lodge to this melancholy spot. They pursued the sheep-walk, descended into the lower parts of the valley, went up the few steps of the enclosure, and proceeded in silence along the path which led to the isolated grave.

The Pastor had his gold-headed cane in his hand, and he leaned on it with symptoms of weakness. His upright figure had become bent under the weight of his afflictions. His benign face was now deeply furrowed, and it had lost its healthy complexion. Sorrow had pressed heavily on the good divine.

Arthur's manly countenance had become more habitually serious, his manner more uniformly grave. He had sought consolation in religion, and having had his fairest hopes blighted on earth, he had determined to seek no more the phantom of earthly happiness, but looked forwards with calm faith, and a fixed expectation to a future world of joy.

They both stood still by the two pair of cypresses which, in the summer, had overshadowed Lucy's grave with their dark fringed branches. There was just room

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