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For the last ten years they had sailed in the same vessel. They had stood side by side amid the thunders of -batile, an had, together, faced death in every form. Conse- quently it was not 8irange that their friendship shoul. not be of that kind so prevalent at their ages, that is only in- tended to be short-lived plant, to flonrish only while the parties continued in the same position in which they were when it was formed. This, we are happy to say, is not always the character of frierdship now-a-days. Occasionally we find the goo, old-fashioned article, that will stick by you through thick and thin, the same when misfortune hung like a-dark cloud over you, that it was when you inhabited a lighter atmosphere. Such we prize; but it is getting searcer, hardly oftener to be met with than angel’s visits, Excuse this brief departure from the subject, and we will go on with our yarn. | “‘T wish," said Howard, after they had seated them- selves, ‘‘that you had come ina few moments before you did, for I have just had a curions visitor; he bad not been gone bnt a short time when you came in.” “Who was he, pray, and what did he want ?” * As to who he was, you know as well as I do, but his business is easily expluned.-. It was nothing more or less tlian to tell me where the Dlack Vulture is to be fuund.” “Well, that is good news, anyhow. It will make Cip- tain Clinton good-natured a week. if he can only catch that fellow ; he has been looking for him so long, without success, that the old man’s. stock of patience, (that was never large, by the way,) is getting pretty well extiaustesl, But what kind of looking chap was it that brought tiis iuteresting piece of intelligence ?” “That is Just the sirangest pirt of the story. Yon re- collect of hearing me speak of a fellow that I siw at St Augustine, by the name of Granger, (or at least, that wag what he called his name,) when 1 was there a short time ago? 4 ‘ cComichooks;com