. St. Nicholas [serial] . pilot to fetch him in. Well, luck to him, and he cant come inquick enough for me! said Blackbeard. Why, Captain, said another man, will yefight him to-morrow ? Ay, said the pirate; if they can get in tome, why, I 11 try to give em what they for a pilot, I tell ye what t is. If any manhereabouts goes out there to pilot that villainin, t will be the worst days work he ever didin all of his life. T wont be fit for him to livein these parts of America if I am living here atthe same time. There was renewed laughter. Suppose you are done for, to-morrow, Cap-tain, sa
. St. Nicholas [serial] . pilot to fetch him in. Well, luck to him, and he cant come inquick enough for me! said Blackbeard. Why, Captain, said another man, will yefight him to-morrow ? Ay, said the pirate; if they can get in tome, why, I 11 try to give em what they for a pilot, I tell ye what t is. If any manhereabouts goes out there to pilot that villainin, t will be the worst days work he ever didin all of his life. T wont be fit for him to livein these parts of America if I am living here atthe same time. There was renewed laughter. Suppose you are done for, to-morrow, Cap-tain, said the New York captain; what then ? Why, if I am, said Blackbeard, I am;and that s all there is of it. Your wife 11 be a rich widdy then, wasthe reply. She 11 be no richer than she is now, saidBlackbeard. Well, she knows where you ve hid yourmoney, anyways; does nt she, Captain ? Nobody knows where that money is butme, said Blackbeard; and nobody else shallever know it. (To be continued.) FIRST-COUSINS. By M. B. ,. - ■. The finest flower that blows Is the lady rose;Pink, or white, or crimson, Everybody knowsThat where her beautiful face is seenThe rose is queen.—And little lady Alice, Herself so fine and fair,Looks like a dainty fairyqueenWith a white rose in herhair. But there s a shy, wild cousin — The delicate sweet-brier;She blossoms in the wilderness, And careless folk pass by her;Yet butterflies have found her,And bees come buzzing round her With covetous desire;While little barefoot Katy(Who never, I suppose,Has plucked a lady rose)Takes home a bunch of sweetnessTo poor blind Annies room, That brightens all the darksome placeWith sudden sense of bloom,And fills her long and lonely hoursWith happy dreams of birds and flowers :--1,^:^».
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