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burying themselves nearly to filling; but buoyant and light, it rose again and struck powerfully on the stern by the settling mass; the little ark shot ahead, as though it had been driven by the hand of man. Still, as the water rushed into the vortex, every thing within its influence yielded to the suction; and at the next instant the launch was seen darting down the declivity, as if eager to follow the vast machine, of which it had so long formed a dependant, through the same gaping whirlpool, to the bottom. Then it rose, rocking to the surface; and, for a moment, was tossed and whirled like a bubble circling in the eddies of a pool. After which, the ocean moaned, and slept again; the moonbeams playing across its treacherous bosom, sweetly and calm, as the rays are seen to quiver on a lake, that is embedded in sheltering mountains.'
The next day, they discover the pinnace, in which the mutineers had deserted, a wreck upon the waves; and there soon follows an appalling spectacle. This passage, though a fine one, is weak at its close; and shows the mischief of surplusage in describing a palpable and terrible scene.
A grim human form was seen, erect, and half exposed, advancing in the midst of the broken crest, which was still covering the dark declivity to windward with foam. For a moment it stood, with the brine dripping from the drenched locks, like some being that had issued from the deep, to turn its frightful features on the spectators; and then the lifeless body of a drowned man drove past the launch, which, at the next minute, rose to the summit of the wave, to sink into another vale, where no such terrifying object floated.'
The survivors are discovered, and taken on board the Rover. Then follows a sea scene of some mummery, and with something too that is legitimate, in which Fid and the black have occasion to exhibit themselves in a light that engages the attention of the pirate. He orders them before him.
Then came Fid, followed by the negro, rolling along the deck and thumbing his hat with one hand, while the other sought an awkward retreat in a part of his vestments.
"You have done well, my lad; you and your messmate."
"No messmate, your honor, seeing that he is a nigger," interrupted Fid.—“The chap messes with the other blacks, but we take a pull at the can now and then, in company."
"Your friend, then, if you prefer that term."
"Ay, ay, sir; we are friendly enough at odd times, though a breeze often springs up between us. Guinea has a d-d awkward fashion of luffing up in his talk; and your honor knows it is n't always comfortable to a white man to be driven to leeward by a
black. I tell him it is inconvenient. He is a good enough fellow in the main, howsomever, sir; and as he is just an African bred and born, I hope you'll be good enough to overlook his little failings."
"Were I otherwise disposed," returned the Rover, "his steadiness and activity to-day would plead in his favor."
"Yes, yes, sir, he is somewhat steady, which is more than I can always say in my own behalf. Then, as for seamanship, there are few men who are his betters; I wish your honor would take the trouble to walk forward, and look at the heart he turned in the main stay, no later than the last calm; it takes the strain as easy as a small sin sits on a rich man's conscience."
"I am satisfied with your description. You call him Guinea?" ""Call him by anything along the coast; for he is no way particular, seeing he was never christened, and knows nothing at all of the bearings and distances of religion."
At this stage, the Rover sees fit to let Wilder a little into his history; but it is too vague, to allow us to gather from it sufficient reason for his abandoning himself to the desperate course of life in which we find him. The conversation between the freebooter and his female passengers is sometimes well sustained; but there is something unnatural in his tone, as long as we are not aware, that he is conscious who is before him; and it seems quite out of place as well as character, for Gertrude to rebuke him, in his own lawless cabin, in the language of the Book of Job. During this portion of the time, also, Master Fid discloses something of the history of Wilder, that seems to excite the peculiar attention of the governess.
A sail is discovered. Among the opinions gathered upon this interesting topic, that of the black is hit off with admirable
"I ask you, if the stranger may not be a dozen tons larger or smaller than what you have named?" continued the Rover. ""H'em just as massa wish 'em," returned Scipio.
""I wish him a thousand, since he will then prove a richer prize." ""I s'pose he'm quite a t'ousand, sir."
""Or a snug ship of three hundred, if lined with gold, might do." ""He look berry like a t'ree hundred."
"To me, it seems a brig."
"I t'ink him brig too, massa.
"Or, possibly, after all the stranger may prove a schooner, with many lofty and light sails."
"A schooner often carry a royal," continued the black.
“And you think it questionable, whether it be a sail at all ?”
"H'em sartain nothing but a fly-away."
Fid soon interposes.
"“What the devil do you take it for, Guinea? a church?" "I t'ink him church," responded the acquiescent black.
"Lord help the dark-skinned fool! Your honor knows that conscience is damnably overlooked in Africa," &c.
The Rover's critique upon his crew is well managed; though somewhat out of season. Among others, the author has attempted a portrait of the Yankee, we guess, and one quite excellent in its way. The display of flags to the stranger sail, is in the best style of nautical coquetry. After showing other signals, the Rover's orders are to
"Let him see the taunting drapeau blanc." Wilder obeyed in silence. The field of Portugal was hauled to the deck, and the white flag of France was given to the air. The ensign had hardly fluttered in its elevated position, before a broad, glossy blazonry rose, like some enormous bird taking wing, from the deck of the stranger, and opened its folds in graceful waves at his gaft. The same instant a column of smoke issued from his bows, and had sailed backward through his rigging, ere the report of the gun of defiance found its way, against the fresh breezes of the trade, to the ears of the Dolphin's crew.'
There appear to be other indications of hostility on board the ship of the crown.
Hark! 't is a drum. The stranger is going to his guns." The Rover listened a moment, and was able to catch the well known beat which calls the people of a vessel of war to quarters.'"We will imitate his example, Mr Wilder; let the order be given."'
Battle, however, for the present is avoided. The Rover hoists the flag of England, and under it, goes on board the 'Dart,' where he plays on the old commander, discovers that Wilder is an officer attached to the vessel, and returns in safety and unsuspected to his own ship. There occurs here a good opportunity for a display of some moral sense, which is very properly made use of; and though discovered, the Rover offers Wilder and his female charge free passage to the King's ship, where the ancient captain is sufficiently edified, in learning that he had had the honor of receiving the Red pirate in his very cabin.
Wilder, under the white flag, becomes the bearer of terms of capitulation, which are refused, and a sea-fight ensues.
What the Rover's guns did not effect, is finished by a hurricane, and the 'Dart' falls a prize to the freebooter. The death of Scipio Africanus unravels the plot, and affords a few passages of homely, but natural and inimitable pathos. The chaplain proposes prayer for the dying negro.
""I don't know-I don't know!" answered Fid, gulping his words, and uttering a hem that was still deep and powerful, as in the brightest and happiest of his days. "When there is so little time given to a poor fellow to speak his mind in, it may be well to let him have a chance to do most of the talking. Something may come uppermost which he would like to send to his friends in Africa; in which case, we may as well be looking out for a proper messenger. Hah! what is it, boy? You see he is already trying to rouse something up out of his ideas."
"Misser Fid-h'em take a collar," said the black, struggling for
"Ay, ay, Guinea; put your mind at ease on that point, and for that matter, on all others. You shall have a grave as deep as the sea, and christian burial, boy. if this here parson will stand by his work. Any small message you may have for your friends shall be logg'd, and put in the way of coming to their ears. You have had much foul weather in your time, Guinea, and some squalls have whistled about your head, that might have been spared, mayhap, had your color been a shade or two lighter. For that matter, it may be that I have rode you down a little too close myself, boy, when overheated with the conceit of skin; for all which may the Lord forgive me, as freely as I hope you will do the same thing! 'The negro made a fruitless effort to rise, endeavoring to grasp the hand of the other, saying as he did so
""Misser Fid beg a pardon of a black man! Masser aloft forget h'em all, misser Richard; he t'ink 'em no more."
"It will be what I call a d-d generous thing if he does," returned Richard, whose sorrow, and whose conscience, had stirred up his uncouth feelings to an extraordinary degree. "There's the affair of slipping off the wreck of the smuggler has never been properly settled atween us neither; and many other small services of like nature, for which, d' ye see, I'll just thank you, while there is opportunity; for no one can say whether we shall ever be borne again on the same ship's books."
Wilder proves to be the child of the governess, who in her turn proves to be the widow of De Lacey, a son of the admiral of the same name; and, as a proper conclusion of matters on deck, the prisoners are released, and the Rover retires. The next day he suddenly alters his course of life, disperses his VOL. XXVII.-NO. 60.
crew, sets fire to and blows up the Dolphin,' while himself, and another intimately connected with him, escape in some mysterious manner. Twenty years after this time, he lands as mysteriously in Newport, is discovered to be a brother of Mrs. De Lacey, and dies under her roof, and with his kindred about, him.
Indistinctness is a fault into which Mr Cooper is apt to fall in the closing scenes of his story. This is an unfortunate failing, at a moment when we naturally require a bold relief of every circumstance, and when our regards are concentrating on the converging personages of the drama. All this may arise from a very poetical state of feeling, that throws a kind of glare over every object; and it no doubt very naturally accompanies the peculiar excitement of the finale. But it is to be avoided, as there is a chance that the mass of readers are looking forward to a clear catastrophe, and are not always able, perhaps, to participate fully in the emotions of the writer.
In the delineation of the Rover, again, it occurs to us that there is something objectionable. There is too much poetry about him. It is not, in all respects, the natural character of a man who has. so long led a life of peril and depravity, and spent the better part of his days in the reckless swing of desperation. There is, perhaps, too much of the genteel villain, and too little of the Ishmaelite, in his composition.
Upon the whole, we apprehend the American public has more than cause to be satisfied, with this last present from Mr. Cooper; and will look with an interest proportionably increased to what he shall next send us, from his elegant retreat. What may we not expect from the native genius of the West,, kindled into new warmth at the altars of Vaucluse?
ART. VIII.-The Remains of NATHANIEL APPLETON HAVEN.. With a Memoir of his Life, by GEORGE TICKNOR. 8vo. pp. 351.
We think the wiser part of the world is growing weary of great men; or is at least growing more correct in its estimate of greatness. For thousands of years it has paid its willing reverence to that class of men, whose whole employment is to