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THE

CORSAIR;

A ROMANTIC LEGEND OF HELL GATE,

ILLUSTRATING

THE BEAUTY OF INNOCENCE.

Date of the action: Midsummer, 1627.

Author Unknown, and now First Edited.

NEW YORK: WM. B. ALLEN & CO., PUBLISHERS, 164 Fulton St., Opp. St. Paul's.

PREFACE

As we have invited the reader to a long Poem, we feel some misgiving in setting before him a lengthy Preface. We will therefore bring to his attention, as an Appendix, the matter intended as an Introduction, thus leaving him free to begin with the Story of the CORSAIR at once, while the former may afterward be read with advantage, should he feel interested in the facts and history of the locality of which it treats. He will also find therein some particulars relating to the leading characters described in the Story. There he will also learn why the Pirate's daughter became so impressed with fear as the vessel approached the turbulent Strait, whose name, even now, is suggestive of wreck and disaster.

PRELUDE.

This story of the sea, Full of weird mystery, 'Twere vain to tell to thee 'Mid dusty lore I found it! You still might doubt its truth,-- The truest tale, in sooth, Has gathered skeptics round it!

Yet, should you deign to read Where'er the Muse may lead, The tale, as you proceed, Will wake some tender feeling, Till, like a pleasant dream, The Corsair's MAID will seem To throw a hallowed beam Where phantom-shades were stealing!

THE CORSAIR.

Nor florid prose, Nor honied lies of rhyme, Can blazon evil deeds, Or consecrate a crime. --CHILDE HAROLD'S PILGRIMAGE.

The whirligig of Time Brings in his revenges. --SHAKESPEARE.

'Tis said, in ancient times, Cursed with a thousand crimes, Blood-stained in all the climes, Sailed hither a Pirate;-- Flax'n was his flowing hair, Rake-like his haughty air, Eyes that revealed despair, His passions fierce and irate.

Sprung from the Vikings bold,-- Sea-kings they were of old Who held their warlike hold On Norway's stormy shore,-- He made the sea his home, And hoped, where he might roam, The waves would be his tomb When he should be no more!

His Norman castle lost, His fate by battle crossed, His life like ship a-tossed, The raging seas pursuing, He reared a stronger hold, Afar from winter's cold, And filled its cells with gold From many a ship subduing.

He'd sailed o'er tropic seas; 'Mong sun-bright Cyclades; Before the gelid breeze, And gales Siberian;-- Upon the Spanish Main Captives many he had slain, Blood running there like rain From veins Iberian!

Thrice, when o'ermatched in fight, He sailed through Hell Gate, light As sea-mew out of sight Through tempest-clouds careering, While ships for war arrayed, The treach'rous rocks delayed, Or there forever staid-- To Pluto's realms steering!

Laden with golden store, The Pirate sunk in shore A thousand bars or more Before he joined in battle: Then roared his guns amain, Then poured his iron rain. Till groaned the decks with slain, Mid spars' and cables' rattle.

Down went the Norseman brave, Down to his sea-green grave, No more to be a slave Where the dark norns bewilder!-- Athwart the morning skies The wheeling sea-bird flies And mocks the coral's rise, Old Neptune's silent builder.

The Pirate's buried gold Sands of the Sound still hold, Nor wizard's wand has told The place of its concealing; Yet, ere the Corsair died, He sought these waters wide More spoil, perhaps, to hide, Or this, perchance, revealing

Ere Fortune frowned again, That oft had brought him pain, Instead of golden gain, The only thing he cherished, Save her he wed of yore, Save the bright child she bore, His blue-eyed Leonore-- For these he would have perished!

But ere he spread his sail, To catch the westward gale, His vassals, growing pale, Sighed at the words then spoken;-- Hushed was the wassail all Within the castle hall, And shadows on the wall Grew phantom-like and broken.

For, o'er the Corsair grim, There came a wayward whim That hither should sail with him His daughter Leonore, Who, bright and beautiful, Was always dutiful, With pride not yet too full She left her island shore.

Her father's castle there Soon fades, a speck in air, With banners floating fair From loop and turret, waning. Then on the deck--alone-- She knelt to Nature's Throne, Whose God rules there--unknown-- The mighty billows chaining.

Unknown her father's trade, Unseen his reeking blade, Not yet had that sweet maid Found he was cruel-hearted; For, guarded in her home, Whene'er his ship did come, She, not allowed to roam, Ne'er from her mother parted.

Few were the tears she shed, As o'er the waves she sped, Without one hope ahead To cheer the loved behind her! And though too brave to fear, She sighed to leave those dear For skies less bright and clear, Faint filial love to bind her;

For, 'mid his reveling band, Her father held in hand, And poured, while he could stand, The purple grapes' libation, Till quite forgot was she, Whose eyes, he said, should be The light of every sea. The pride of queenly station!

Soon--when his ship was light-- He met in tropic night A foe, with armor bright, Off the Azores: Up went the Pirate's flag-- Black, as round Pico's crag The infant storm-clouds lag Before they sweep the shores.

Far o'er the waters threw The moon her amber hue, As swift the foeman's crew Their guns unlimbered;-- Then, as when thunders roar, Their broadsides they did pour, Which did the pirate gore, Though heavily timbered.

Undaunted on his track, The Corsair would not slack While pouring fire back From every gun's embrasure.-- For, once his crew aboard, The conflict, sword to sword, Had made the Pirate lord Of ship and golden treasure.

Unequal grew the fight,-- The pirate's guns, too light, The Dutchman could not "bite"-- Van Tromp, the Admiral! Who loved these tropic shores, Where Night her starlight pours, And heard from the Azores Love's sweetest madrigal.

Then mid that dreadful fray Fair Leonore did pray-- "Oh, father, do not stay, Or we shall all be slaughtered!-- I dreamt but yesternight A frigate hove in sight With men, in armor bright, Who ne'er midst carnage loitered!"

"Nay--daughter, do not fear!-- The Dutch we'll conquer here!-- Ho, men! make ready--clear The foeman's decks, undaunted!" But ere his men could test Their foemen, breast to breast, The wind veered to the west, As if the seas were haunted!

Far o'er the sultry main There rose a hurricane, Black, as was Chaos' reign Before the earth was lighted;-- The heavens seemed roll Together like a scroll, As flashed from pole to pole The spirit long benighted!

Out of the tempest's gloom-- As from unhallowed tomb-- A raven on the boom Fluttered above the Pirate!-- The croaking of the bird The crew in terror heard-- "Death!" was the fearful word It uttered, wild and irate!

Wide grew their vacant stare-- More grim their dumb despair-- As thunder-bursts in air Came pealing--booming--crashing! While, like red meteors' blaze, The lightning's lurid rays Lit spars and sails and stays With never-ceasing flashing!

Oh, the wild hurricane! Thou terror of the main! What victims thou hast slain, The fairest tropic scourging! Though in thy maddest mood, Thou did'st the Corsair good, Else had his crew been food, Beneath the green waves' surging!

So quick the tempest came-- With thunder and with flame-- The Dutchman's fire was tame From which the pirate parted! Then o'er the angry sea, As strove each ship to be Well braced toward the lee, They, through the storm-clouds, darted!

Long was that famous chase-- The hurricane's embrace Long lines of foam did trace As fast they sped to leeward: The pirate, swift of wing, Flew, like a bird in spring, Away from the storm-king, Sweeping from seaward,

Till, like a mighty ghost, A headland on the coast, Grim as a sullen host In battle late defeated, Rose like a tower of stone-- As pale the moonbeams shone-- And then in darkness--gone-- Like host that had retreated!

"Oh, father!" cried the maid, Like one of ghosts afraid, "What is that dreadful shade That looms before us?" "'Tis but the land, my girl, That bends in graceful whorl, And soon 'twill shine like pearl, When bright the sun beams o'er us!"

With fortune now more kind, They sped before the wind Six days--the Dutch behind Growling like thunder, Before their path was seen To glow with light between The isles that lay serene In all their tropic wonder.

Then came more dreary days,-- Dull--dark--with misty rays A moment in a blaze, And then in darkness ending!-- At last fair Leonore, Longing to tread the shore, Cried--"Will we nevermore Escape this gloom impending?

"I know--oh--father dear, Some dread mishap is near-- A third night, dark and drear, The scowling Dutch behind us!" "Nay, daughter;--soon the Sound We'll reach, 'mid isles around;-- I know each pass profound,-- No Dutchman there can find us!

"Yes--ere that fair expanse The foe can win--perchance, Old Nick himself may dance Upon his quarter-railing!-- Through Hell Gate's narrow way His ship will go astray, Till gored, like ship of clay, She ends her days of sailing!"

Another night--"Heigh-ho!" The reef-foam gleamed like snow,-- Old Coney's serf below, The Narrows stretched before them-- With Staten on their left, And Bedloe's, far bereft, And Governor's, as cleft From Brooklyn, frowning o'er them.

"I pray thee, father, tell Why doth that doleful bell Sound so much like a knell, So near this gloomy water?" "'Tis nought, my Leonore, But watchmen on the shore, Who toll, while burghers snore, To fright the Fiend of Slaughter!

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