. Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ..... the investigation, some start-ling facts were elicited, and three of theprisoners fell dov on their knees andimplored for mercy. From that moment,the seeming madman shook oft all dis-simulation, and resuming his true cha-racter, astonished the court with his ani-mated countenance, and keenly reproach-ed his accomplices for their meanness andpusillanimity. For shame ! he said,* is this the way you give yourselves up ?Then addressing the president, he said,** Sir, I wish to cross-examine that wit-ness. Ihis lie did with the greatestabilit
. Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ..... the investigation, some start-ling facts were elicited, and three of theprisoners fell dov on their knees andimplored for mercy. From that moment,the seeming madman shook oft all dis-simulation, and resuming his true cha-racter, astonished the court with his ani-mated countenance, and keenly reproach-ed his accomplices for their meanness andpusillanimity. For shame ! he said,* is this the way you give yourselves up ?Then addressing the president, he said,** Sir, I wish to cross-examine that wit-ness. Ihis lie did with the greatestability, and the most remarkable acute-ness of observation. In fact, he provedhimself to be a man of superior talent andeducation, and fully bore out the obser-vations of the person who had recom-mended him for the service, he havingbeen selected from among the rebelliousIrish to enter as a volunteer into thenavy, in order to sow the seeds of re-belhon and mutiny in the fleet, or inany regiment to which he miglit gainaccess. OR, BV FLOOD AXD Page 20. THE SEA-SIDE HUT. ** Mercy on us, what a storm ! ex-claimed old Alice Biidport, as a flash oflightning- momeniarily illuniined thewretched hovel, accompanied, rather thanfollowed, bv an awful peal of thunder,which seemed to shake the very bowelsof the earth. * Where can my boy Willbe, tarrying at such a time ?—Grant hea-ven, hes safe. Never fear, good mother, said her jdaughter Jane, Will has been the road jtoo often to mistake it, een were the night jmuch darker than it is. I Open the lattice, Jane; if my ears de- ceive me not, I hear footsteps. Jane |threw it open—but no sound, save thewind and the roar of the proximate sea,betokened Wills return. * Heaven shield jme in my old age, said the motlier, for ,it can boast no other tutelage. What imatter—I shall soon take my long restbeside my good old Jonathan. Aye, very soon, said a rough voicefrom without. Good God ! what can that mean ?exclaimed Alice, hastily glanc
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