THE PIRATE.
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"Thou art my son--my only son, whom have
loved with all the doatng fondness OF a tender
father; whom, next to my Maker, have idols
lied the most--whom have cherished in my
heart of hearts'--to whom have never breathed
IA syllable of harshness. All, William behold me
here-here on this vessels deck, and in the pre-
sence of the great AM. whose all.searching eye
reads the secret of our bosoms here on my knees


i'm humble suppcation, | bend, and wiring my
hands to lhee---I beg, implore thee, forsake not
Heaven-thy country--thy mother and thy kin-
dred. Return to the bosom. of THOSE who love
thee, and let me not descend in sorrow to the
grave. By these whitened locks, beached in the
frosts of age, but not stained with dishonour-by
these witheYed hands, which are now clasped in
prayer to thee--.by these scalding tears which
flow from broken heart, ] conjure thee, aban-
don this unhallowed life, this pursuit of horror,
this numbering cause"--said fatherto his SON,
who stood before him, hardened with crime. the
captain of "a crew OF pirates.


"Arise, old man, although loa,h the human
race, and have registered IN paradise an oath OF
vehgence on them, still thou art not SO hatefult,
my sight. Yet, ;isou art =, rran-s christian, a1'l