The youngest with much naiveté, asked if he was really a pi

rate.

"I am captain of an American privateer," he answered, "and' he, I trust, cannot be a pirate."

"Are you the captain of the 'Revenge?"

"I am."

"Is it possible you are the man represented to be a bloody and ferocious pirate, whose chief delight is in scenes of carnage?" inquired the ladies.

"I am that person of whom these nursery tales have been told ; whose picture is hung up to frighten children. I have suffered much from British prisons and from British calumny; but my sufferings will never make me forget the courtesy due to ladies."

The ladies could not realize that these were the sentiments of a man common report had branded as ferocious and bloodthirsty.

The vessels lay together for several days. During this time Conyngham showed the most marked respect to the passengers, and succeeded in winning their esteem. The lieutenant's relation of his many gallant achievments awakened even a deeper interest with the ladies. It soon became evident that Conyngham was smitten with the charms of the younger of the party, who evinced great pleasure in the society of the captain. The gallant American had achieved a conquest not anticipated by his fair captive. After a few days, the ladies were placed on board a vessel bound to one of the islands. They parted with the captain with regret. But with one the separation was not of long duration. They met again, and not many months elapsed ere the American led a lovely and beautiful bride to the altar. The romantic manner

of their meeting, and the marvellous stories told of the fiendish American pirate, served, no doubt, in after times to make them merry.

THE MAIDEN WARRIOR.

We have recorded in an earlier part of this volume, the exploits of Sergeant Jasper, of Marion's brigade, but we did not give an account of an incident, connected with him, of a most romantic and touching nature.

Sometime just before, or about the beginning of the war, he had the good fortune to save the life of a young, beautiful, and dark-eyed creole girl, called Sally St. Clair. Her susceptible nature was overcome with gratitude to her preserver, and this soon ripened into a passion of love, of the most deep and fervent kind. She lavished upon him the whole wealth of her affections, and the whole depths of a passion nurtured by a southern sun. When he was called upon to join the ranks of his country's defenders, the prospect of their separation almost maddened her. Their parting came, but scarcely was she left alone, than her romantic nature prompted the means of a re-union. Once resolved, no consideration of danger could dampen her spirit, and no thought of consequences could move her purpose. She severed her long and jetty ringlets, and provided herself with male attire. In these she robed herself, and set forth to follow the fortunes of her lover.

A smooth faced, beautiful, and delicate stripling appeared among the hardy, rough, and giant frames, who composed the corps to which Jasper belonged. The contrast between the stripling and