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was on 'count o' your voten the wrong ticket, to 'blige Mr. Locus—that's the how—and it made you feel bad—and you knowed it.

What, John! What, John! are you serious ?" continued I. “Do you really intend to sacrifice your inestimable right of suffrage? The right for which your fathers fought, and bled, and died ? Reflect. Consider. It is the glorious privilege, as well as the religious duty of every freeman, to go to the ballot box. Liberty, the liberty of an American citizen—" Stop it. Stop it,” roared out Ned Locus.

“ No politics, Cypress. What's the use? You'll only set me a-going, and I can talk as fast you, and we'll like enough get angry.”

“ We may as well let it alone,” said the quiet Oliver. “There are no converts to be made in Suffolk, not even if Daniel Webster was to come and talk to it. We'll beat thee next fall even if he should.”

It will readily be perceived that at the date of this dialogue, I was what is called at 'Tammany Hall, “a consistent democrat.” Ned has always thought it a pity. But he does not on that account, shut me out from his heart, and treat me as if he thought I wore a caput supinum, as some mad zealots have, in the rage of their disappointment, sometimes ferociously advised him to do. Ned and Oliver both belonged to the party that thought the constitution was in danger, and that the country was doomed to utter ruin, unless the dynasty of a certain very respectable financial institution was perpetuated.

“I'll bet you the expenses of the trip, on that,” replied Ned to Oliver's vaunt.

"I never bet, Neddy. It's against our rules. But it's got to be done. Don't get mad. It's no use.” And then he wound up with his everlasting saw about the boiling of pork.

Vol I.- 9


“D— -n your easy impudence. We'll have five thousand majority in the city alone.”

- Order! order!” cried Raynor. Gentlemen, have the goodness to come to order, for a song from Venus Raynor, Esquire,-one of his own composing—that song, Venus, you made about the people that were drowned down to Oyster pond point.”

The usual apologies and excuses were soon disposed of, and then Venus opened his mouth and sang a most pathetic ditty, to which we all listened with sincere delight, for it was sung with the pathos, tenderness, and grace of nature. enraptured with it, and, next day, got Venus to go to the lighthouse and write it out for me. The following is a copy verbatim et literatim ;

I was

“Come all ye Good people of evry degree
come listen awhil with attention to me
a sorowful story i am going to relate
a mournful disaster that hapenned of late

0 Oyster-pond tremble at that awful stroke
remember the voice that gehovah has spoke
to teach us we are mortals exposed to dath
and subgect each moment to yield up our breath

on monday the 12th of december so cold
in the year 18 hundred as i have been told
the winds blowing high and the rains beating down
when a vcssle arived at Oyster-Pond town

their anchors being cast thir ships tore away
all hands for the shore were preparring straitway
duwn into the boat soon they did repair
and on to the shore was praing to steer

But mark their hard fortune it is mournful indeed
yet no one can hinder what god has decread
the council of heaven on that fatal day
by death in an instant calld numbers away

A number of men in their halth and their prime
called out of this world in an instant of time
the boat turning plundge them all into the deep
and 5 out of 7 in death fell asleep.

the sorrowaful tidings was caried straitway
to freinds and relations without more delay
but o their lamentins no launge can express
more point out of joy great grief and distress

the widows are bereaved in sorrow to mourn
the loss of their husbands no more to return
besides a great number of orphans we hear
lameting the loss of their parents so dear

Also a young damsel a making great mourn
for the untimely death of her lover that gone
for the day of their nuptials apointed had been
and the land of sweet wedlock those lovers to join.

Alas all their lamentings are all but in vain
their husbands are drowned they can't come again
o friends and relations lament not to late
the council of heaven has sealded their fate

their bodies when found were all conveyed home
on the sabbath day following prepard for the tomb
their bodies in their coffin being all laid a side
in Oyster.Pond meeting house ally so wide

* Bravo !" !_" Well sung, Venus ;"_" Encore !"__" That's a damnation nice song ;”—and several other critical eulogiums where wreathed around the head of the beach troubadour.


“Now, Raynor," said I, “ we've had nothing out of you, yet. Since Venus has given us a wrecking song, suppose you give us a wrecking story—a true one. Tell us about your saving the life of Captain Nathan Holdredge.”

“ No, no," protested Raynor ; it's late now, and soon as the moon gets up. we've got to go into the surf;-and you know all about it.”

“ Tell it. Go ahead; or I'll summon a court of Dover and have you

fined." “ Don't do that. Here goes then for THE WAY THE OLD MAN SAVED CAPTAIN HOLDREDGE;" and the intrepid veteran went on as follows; I took it from his own mouth, and the whole story is his without embellishment, or addition. If I could only give his voice—his eye--his hand-his attitudeI should be happy :

" It was eighteen years ago. The lighthouse war’nt built. I was fishing off agin Bellport, twenty miles east of here. I got up on the 17th day of October, early. The first thing I see, was a ship on the beach. I went over to her, and it appeared as if they wanted no assistance ; the wind was blowing at the east, and it was stormy-rain storm—it was between break of day and sunrise. I was going to return back again to the hut where we staid, and they beckoned, and hollowed to us to stay ;—then they let down their jolly boat under the stern ;—the captain, second mate, and one sailor came ashore in her. When they came ashore, I knew the captain. It was Captain Holdredge.-After being there a little while, the captain invited me to go on board with him and take something to drink with him-some brandy ;-and he would send a demijohn on shore for the rest of the crew,

1 discovered that there was much agin difficulty in goin to the ship, as there was coming from her. The

-my crew.

wind was off shore, and sea breaking on ;—then I told him, if you will let me and one of my men and him go aboard, I would go-he wanted to take the two sailors, and they insisted upon going, and he was a' mind they should too,,but if them two sailors is a going to go, I sha’nt go. These sailors seemed to be rather affronted at my opinion, and seemed to think that they could go as well and long as me or any other man.

“ Then f told him I choosed not to go. Then Hol dredge said, stay where we was, and he and the men would go

and get a demijohn of brandy, and bring it ashore. They then started for the ship. She lay in the surf. The surf was pretty big. The vessel lay about one hundred yards from the dry land. It was this same Raccoon beach. The wind was east. The ship's name was the “ Savannah.” She was a packet ship. She had five passengers. She was from Savannah, loaded with cotton- four hundred bales, as I was told.

“When they got off against the ship, they was about twenty yards to the west of her. The current carried them there ; —then, heading up east to the ship, brought them right broadside to the sea ;—the second sea capsized them-turned the two sailors out, and pitched the captain underneath. The two sailors came immediately ashore by the help of the sea; -and the jolly boat kept, to all appearance, about the same distance from the beach, and worked westward. I endeavored to try to get to her, for I knew the captain was under her. I endeavored to get to her all I could. The sea broke over my head and knocked me down two or three times--I still endeavored to assist him at some rate or other—I got so that I touched the jolly boat-I just put my hand on her, and whether it was my touching of her or not, she took a pretty rank heave of the sea, and she turned down on


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