Angelina: Or, The Mystery of St. Mark's Abbey — page 111: what you’re looking at

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98 - ANGELINA; OR, brilliant eymphony was played, and then a rich and melodiow® voice, which abe immediately knew to be that of the smuggler captain, sang the follewing words, te which she listened with unbounded gratification :— Sweet maid of the blue and the mild beaming eye, _ Oh, why for the cot in the valley still sigh ? Haste with thy lover, across the blue sea, And who then so cheerful, so joyous as we ?— There is not a damsel ’mid fashion and pride, That shall happier be than the smuggler’s bride. Oh, "tis sweet, with a fav’ring breeze, Te glide o'er the bright expansive seas ; But greater the pleasures I then should share, When thou, my own beauteous one, wert near. Thou should’st reign the queen of the ambient tide, Aad many should bow to the smuggler’s bride. Io my bonny beryue we would stem the wave, And there is not a joy thou should’st not have, And thy radiant smile would have the power, To nerve wy arm in danger’s hour. Then come, o’er the ocean we'll gaily ride, And no care shall e’er saddén the smuggler’s bride. The voice ceased, but our heroine continucd to listen in imagination to its melodious tones, so delighted was she with the sweetness of the uir, asd the ex- quisite manuer it was sung. All, however, was now again quiet, and at leagth Angelina retired to rest, and soon sunk into sleep, pleasing visions flitting befure her fancy until the morning dawned. All the following day were they upon the ocean, and time but increased the admiration of Mr. Woodficld and Angelina towards Hugh Cliflord. He must studiously attended to their comforts and seemed to possess no greater pleagure than that which could be found in their society. To Angelina he behaved with the strictest attention, and she, in spite of her efforts to think to the contrary, felt, as they approached nearer and nearer towards the place of their destina- tion, and the hour drew nigh that they must separate, that Hugh Clifford was to her nct an object of indifference. It was night, and the moon bad risen, when the distant and moss-covered ruins of St. Mark's Abbey rose dimly upon their sight. The vessel swif ly stemmed the waves, until the old abbey burst fall upon their view, illumined by the broad moonbeams. The vessel was now anchored within a short distance of the shore, and under the shelter of the rocks to screen her from observations; Hugh Cli@ord then ordered the lonpg-boat to be lowered over her side, and having assisted our heroine into it, he quickly followed himself, as did also Mr. Woodtield, and , several of the crew. The boat soon reached the point of landing, but scarcely had Hugh Clifford stepped on the shore, when two meg darted upon him, and seizing him violently, ordered him not to resist at the peril of hiv life. ‘‘Ab!—-the lubbers are on to us;” he exclaimed, ‘‘courage lads, to shore with ye, and let us see if we cannot soon teach these fellows: better manners ;—off, off, with ye, ye land sharks {"’ NOOKS ACO @ COL