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ear. The sails of the brig were loosed, the crew were hauling home the sheets and hoisting the top-sails with the clear, hearty songs of English sailors, while the anchor was under foot and the cable rubbing with a taut strain against the vessel's bluff bows. At the gangway stood a large, handsome seaman, bronzed by the sun and winds of about half a c

ne," said the pilot; "the tide is

atch; "in ten 6 minutes. The ladies, you know, must

his glazed hat with the air of a courtier, said, "Pardieu! certainly;

deck, the captain softly opened the starboard

ilot says we are losing the strength o

ling about their knees showed they were mothers––young mothers too, for the soft, full, rounded forms of womanhood, with the flush of health and matronly pride t

hall soon meet again, let u

adieu, dearest sis

e last embrace; the tears fell like gentle rain, bu

e things, when I brought you to France after the earthquake in Jamaica; just like these little rogues here"––and he laid his brawny hands on the heads of the children, who clung to each

board, was held high above the rail in the arms of a sturdy negro, while the mother stood

ister Binks, brace round the head-yards, and up

le, the anchor was wrenched from its oozy bed, the vessel's head fe