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

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jrinee! Thle 1)100oo(d of fthose who )breathe the an'
you first breathed, and who were taught the same
holy lessons of' instructttion that you were first
taught; butt which, I fear, you have too soon forgotten!'
" The blood of the slaves of (lespotistm!i" he
sternly intertruptedt her; "the blood of the eniemies of tfiteedom you hav-e (ldweltot: so long in thtis
dull retiretientt andt you have herished st btlindly
the prkiutldices of your youth, that the promt1ise 8of
those tnoble sentimnents I otnce tholuzht I could see
buddint in Alice i)unJseouilbe, has not beeit fut.
ille{td."
" I have lived and thought only as ia wontan, abs
becomtle mny sex andl:statio)," Alice mteekly repliedtl;
" and when it shall be wnece.ssary fr ime to live and
tltink otherwist:e, I should wish to die."
-Ay, thl}ere lie th}e first seeds of slave try A
dependent Nvwomlan is sure to make the mother of
craven and abject wretches, whol dishotlour the
nalmie o)' mlanB m'
" I shall never be the Imother of' children, good
or }Lhd':U *~-..said Aliee, with that resignation in her
tonttes that showed she: had abandoned the natural
hopes of her sexc-. -"'{ Singly ad unsupporl ted lhave
I. lived; alone and unlalmen tst t I be carried
to llmy gravet,"'he exquisite pathos of her voice, as she utteretI this placid sstttpeech, blended as it waVts withl th
swevet and eall n cattltignity of virgin pride, touched
the heart. of her listelner, andl he ontinued silent
D manfy momeits, as i it n r everence oft her d eter
tinatio;t. tier sentiments awakened In his own
breast those ifeelilngs of generosity and disinterestedness, which had near'ly beelttn smothered int restless anbition adi the fride of' sd ccess. Ie re.sumtted t li isourse: t erefitbe, rMotret mildly, and