and cut her down instantly to the water's edge, while she heeled so far over at the blow, that the sea rushed in torrents down her hatches. Sinking rapidly, and still pressed forward by the brig, her foremast gave way, and her stern swinging round, she lay for a moment side and side with us. Her horror-stricken crew now endeavoured to board, but were all cut down in the attempt, in spite of their craven cries for quarter.
" At this moment, my eyes were turned in search of my friend. He had mounted the rail, and was in the act of springing on board the schooner. I rushed forward to prevent the deed, but arrived, only in time to see him alight full on the shoulders ofthe pirate-captain, whom he bore down before him to the deck. With looks of the most deadly hate and revenge, they grappled each other. Just then the schooner swung clear of us, and with a heavy plunge went down head foremost, carrying with her both the avenger and his victim, who, till the waters closed over them, continued their fierce struggles, and sunk at length, locked in each other's arms."
" Mr. Tackle !" said the officer of the deck, popping his head above the break of the forecastle, " what ! -sitting down in your watch ? I am ashamed of you, Sir. I have hailed the forecastle three several times, and yet could get no answer. I really thought all hands forward had tumbled overboard. If this should occur again, I will send you below."
"Smith," said Tackle to the look-out, when the officer had gone, " I thought I told you to keep an eye aft ?"
" That's true, Sir," replied he, touching his hat, respectfully ; " but I got so taken up by the story of the poor young lady, D. that I forgot all about it, Sir."
CELIA.
Oн, smile not so ! those looks of thine
Fall on my heart as bright and chill
As sunbeams upon snows that shine,
And warm not, though they dazzle still ;
While with the false deceitful ray,
The melting snows consume away.
Oh, smile not so !-or still smile on,
Like sunbeams on young flowers that spring
At their warm touch, when snows are gone,
Hope's golden harvest promising,
With fruit and fragrance to repay
The glances of each sunny ray.
Smile on me thus that look will wake
Thoughts of the heart that long have slept,
And bid all Eden's freshness break
Where sorrow's wintry storms have swept ;
Smile ever thus !-and from thine eyes
Let earth draw gleams of paradise !
