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

amply restored to him; "le lhas been treachcerously, and dastardly, andt basely murdered i"
"lIe has o1t been murdered," said tle boy,
firmly; "n or did lie meet hlls ldeath amllolng those
who deserve the hnaue either of traitors or of dastards."
Said you no.t that he was dea:? that pmy
kinsmtan was buried in the sands of the seashore?:
"tBoth are tre, sir........
" And ytou refuise to exp)lain how he met his
death, and whry he has been thuts gnominioulsl in-t
te rr*cd?)
"< e rceteive(d is interment by mly orders, s ir;
an:d if their e ignominy about his grave, his own
atts have heaped it. on him. As to the manner of
his tlealth, cantnot) antt will not spealk."
1c Be calmn, lmy cousin," said CI:ecilia, in an imploring voi,:c t respecAt thte age of my uncle, ald
reclenbert- his strtong attachttment to:Alt.:)i!i1on."
Til vete.rean h}ad, howeNver) so far mastered his
feelting,,' as to continue the (lialogue with mXore recollection.
M'. ('Iriflith," he said, c; I shall tiot act hastity -— you atid yourtt comt)anion will be pleased to
retite to your several apartments. I will so fatl recspeot tihe sont of my brothllr H tarry's friend as to
beieve your par'ole will be sacred. (o, gentlemen; vot at'e 1ungua'dedl.":''h t.wo ptiisoncrs bowed low to the ladies andt
their host, anttd retired. (rifiith, however, lingetr -
ed at t0mom1cn(lt onil t threshold to rl to y say" Cfolonel Jtow-ard, I leave thi boy to ySott- kitndnless and considteration. I know yolu will not tbr
get that his b)(odt mitnigles \ith that of one who is
most dear to you."
noug h, eoughsir-," said the veteran, waving