The pilot: a tale of the sea. By J. Fenimore Cooper.

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that ch sAltll daze, nor sh a, t sleettpless niiht hefi1tl
thet vilcst amongl t hemt —---...and(lt all for yourt sake.
Alice! l, land comres to this contest wt tlh a
searcd cOnscitelee, and loody hanIs(, 1tit all sIa!t!
bh forgoftten fior tlie pr'esent, when both opl)ortuniity andl power: t olfi to make her feiel our vetlgceanee, eve1 in her vitals, I cattte ot o suo tt such e.,,a tlti. J,
( WhYIt, then, has led you bli(ndly inlto snares,
thtr.e all your loastedl aid would avail yotu ntolthing; fir-, should I call aloud your umiiwe, evei.tre, int the tiark: and dreary jm~-sag1'es otf this oh.
setlure edifice, the. cry' wtould echo tlhrought l t
co:unottry (rle t(lhe mlonitlM, a(d a \whole )tpeople
would tbe founttd in ars to pu.ish your taudacity.''
" My namnc has b(ctn soun edt atnd that in,no
gentle strains," returned the pilot, scorni'ully,
w.Ilhen a whole people have (Iuailed at it' the
crave, cowt ardly wretiches fly'in i l -i tbe the mt t1anl
they hld w\ronged. I have ived to bear the lIanl^
nters oCfI t:he:. new republic, l)roudly, in sight of the
three kiitgdot ls, when practisedtt skill and equal
ar1s have in vain strtm316d to pluclt it down.
Ay Alice, the echoes ot f mly gunt s are still roaring amlonog your eastern hills, and would rerdemr
mty name moret apfalling tht in v 1 iting to yotr
sleeping yt e) eln."ll
{ lBoa st inot (tf the momentary stuccess that t w
art of (:od has yipelded to your unhalltowed efforts," satid Alice; fbt at (I'y.f sevire an tthe avy
retribution tnust fi low; nor fhatter yourself w'ith
the idle hope, thiat your nameneC terrible as ye 1 }av:
renl(delred it to tie vtirtttous, is sutl1iient, of itsel!
to drive thIe thoughts o1t home nl coultrc and t, a
kin, fiorn all whio hear it:.......... Nay I know not that
even nowtt in liste ning to youl am not ibrgetting
a solemt n uty, which wvould teach t.me to l)roclaim)