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my despondency, Nicholas,” said the Pirate, more buoyantly. “Come, I will hope the best with you. Here is my defence, which I have drawn up—look it over, and tell me if you think it clear and forcible enough.” Clinton read it to Jane, while the Pirate paced the cell, listening critically to judge of the effect it was likely to produce in the court. “It appears to me unanswerable—it must carry conviction with it to the hearts of every one o’ said Clinton, energetically. “I will take down the heads for Mrs. Markham, they will assist her to a clearer understanding of your case. Lady Hester promised to write to her as soon as I had seen you.” “Where is Lady Hester now —and Mr. Lee 7" “In private lodgings beside the prison.” “Let them come with you to-morrow ; I shall have a priest here who will unite your hands then. You must not oppose my wish—I must see your marriages over before my trial, which comes on the day after. Then whatever the result may be I shall have the satisfaction of thinking that I do not leave you comfortless.” “It is nearly time for your friends to leave, Marquis,” cried the turnkey outside, knocking at the door. “Presently,” returned the Pirate. “By the bye, that man’s brain,” said he, “is a whole library of prison

legends and traditions; he would curdle your blood by the hour, and make your hair to stand on end. He has

inoculated me with the disease of superstition to such a degree, as would surprise you. Do you know I have fancied that I have seen some supernatural appearances

here ! At two o'clock this morning something passed

my window, to my thought, three times, like a person in a white night-dress, but whether male or female I could not discern. And the night before I had such dreams as made me feel myself like an inhabitant of another world—there was you too, Nicholas, scaring me out of my five senses.” “ No-” “You, or your angel. As I opened my eyes on awaking out of sleep there stood your figure beside me —not in the dress you at present wear, but in your former hunting array, at the time when you ranged the woods. A pale light was quivering about you. My cell had been in darkness, and as I listed my eyelids. I was surprised to see this light, which was the first thing that attracted my notice. Your face looked chalky, and thin, and melancholy, but the appearance was before me no longer than an instant, it passed completely as the turnkey opened the door and came into me. What it betokens perhaps Jane can tell us.” “O, it must have been an illusion.” ejaculated Jane. “A beam of moonlight, some of your own clothes hung up, and an excited imagination, made up your visión, depend on it.” “I do not know,” said Clinton, gravely, turning a shade paler. “I am not altogether a sceptic in such things. Milton says— * Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth, Unseen both when we wake and when we sleep;" Shakspeare says—

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy;’

and the Bible, I believe, gives us to understand that wo

are surrounded by spirits of a different nature from ourselves, both good and bad. These are high authorities —I cannot venture to differ from them.” “The turnkey would have it that you had died somewhere about the time when I saw your figure, Nicholas,” said the Pirate, giving the conversation a playful turn. “Are you sure that you did not ? Are you certain that your veritable flesh and blood is before me !” “I am not conscious of having made a journey to the shades,” returned Clinton in the same tone. “And my spirit lodges so comfortably in its present habitation, that I am inclined to think it is the one it has always been used to. There comes our summons, Jane.” “Time for visitors to go, Marquis,” key, throwing open the door. “I shall take these papers of yours with me, father, and return them to-morrow,” said Clinton, putting the Pirate's defence in his pocket. “And remember the priest will be here,” said the Pirate pointedly and firmly, kissing his daughter's cold cheek as she embraced him at parting.

* cried the turn


“There we sate, in the communion
Of interchanged vows, which, with a rite
Of faith most sweet and sacred, stamped our union—
Few were the living hearts which could unite
Like ours, -
With such close sympathies; for they had sprung
From linked youth, and from the gentle might
Of earliest love, delayed and cherished long,
Which common hopes and fears made, like a tempest, strong."


After a calmer night than he had yet spent in the prison, the Pirate arose from his bed to receive a priest who had been invited by his earnest desire to hear his confession, and to impart to him religious instruction. Unfortunately the man was not suitable to his office, inheriting a fierce spirit of bigotry for every popish form, without any of the milder and holier traits of the gospel, which are found shining in all their intrinsic loveliness in some professors of his pompous faith. Hence the Pirate, whose imagination more than his judgment clung to catholicism, found little real benefit from the spiritual exercise in which he was engaged. However, he made a clean breast as far as his crimes against the laws were concerned, and acknowledged himself to have broken all the Ten Commandments, he joined too in the prayers of the priest, and answered Amen to his formal exordium and peroration; but the root of the matter had not been planted in him, and he was still left at the mercy of his wild and wandering thoughts. These soon presented to him an awful idea replete with fascination: he recoiled from it, but it came again and again with increasing force until he grew familiar with it, and entertained the dangerous guest within the innermost sanctuary of his soul. “Self-destruction / rather than incur the odium of the scaffold ! Self-destruction / rather than that it should be ever said to my children ‘Your father was hung !’ Self-destruction / rather than that my last moments should be embittered by a vile rabble gathered together to glut a brutish curiosity s” Thus muttered the Pirate, compressing his lips firmly, and solding his arms on his breast in an attitude of calm resolution. “ Brien, you shall not consummate my disgrace by bringing me under the hands of the executioner!—you shall not feast yourself by beholding me in that extremity of degradation 1 I will cheat your prime hope, fellow !—I will foil thee there !” Having thus said, he became silent, but his eye and his countenance showed the fierce workings of his spirit. Presently they too grew hushed, as it were, in their tone, and then might you see in him

“Gestures proud and cold,
And looks of firm defiance, and calm hate,
And such despair as mocks itself with smiles,
Written as on a scroll.”

All this he threw off upon the entrance of his children with their intended partners for life.

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