The Slave Captain

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XX. Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet. And thus, as in memory's bark we shall glide To visit the scenes of our boyhood anew-- Though oft we may see, looking down on the tide, The wreck of full many a hope shining through. Yet still, as in fancy we point to the flowers, That once made a garden of all the gay shore, Deceived for a moment, we'll think them still onrs, And breathe the fresh air of life's morning once more. Moose's Irish Melodies. A stylish equipage drew up opposite the shop of a fashionable perfumer in St. Paul's Church-yard at the moment when Captain Carlos was passing, his limbs cold and crippled with the long journey he had just performed. The steps of the carriage were let down by the footman in attendance; an elegantly dressed man descended, ran heedlessly forward, and stumbling by an unlucky mischance over the stick of the old sailor, fell prostrate on the pavement. On springing to his feet, he angrily accused Captain Carlos of having tripped him designedly, and burning with mortification at the ridiculous exhibition he had made in the eyes of the lady, still seated in the vehicle, gave the unfortunate old man into the custody of a minion of the law, who was attracted to the spot by the crowd that instantly gathered round. Authority has little sympathy with offending poverty, and without waiting to investigate the facts of the case, the civic functionary conducted his prisoner to the stationhouse. In an hour after his arrival in London, poor Carlos found himself the inmate of the city lockup, there to pass the night with such emotions as his position were likely to awaken. Next morning he was brought before the bench. The gentleman was not in attendance, but his...