doat on her memory now, though years have rolled away, and she has long
been mingled with the dead. Yes, Cerise, if from the regions of bliss,
where thy pure spirit dwells, thou canst look down upon a wretch so
loaded with guilt as I am, oh, turn not away with horror, but view with
pity one who loved as fondly as man could love, and hereafter will care
little for all that Paradise can offer, if thy fair spirit must not bid
him welcome!

* * * * *

"I wish, Huckaback," observed the pacha, angrily, "that you would go on
with your story: you are talking to a dead woman, instead of a live
pacha."

"I entreat your pardon," replied the renegade; "but to amuse your
highness, I have entered into scenes which long have been dismissed from
my memory; and the feelings attending them will rise up, and cannot well
be checked. I will be more careful as I proceed."

* * * * *

Cerise was melancholy at the idea of my departure. I kissed the tears
away, and the time flew rapidly. I persuaded her to allow me an
interview after the family had retired, as I had much to say to her.

* * * * *

"Well, well, we'll suppose all that," observed the pacha, impatiently:
"now go on; you remember you were to set off in the morning."

"Yes, yes, your highness," replied the renegade, somewhat displeased.

* * * * *

And I did set off in the morning upon one of the Marquis's horses, and
rode as hard as I could to Toulon. I determined again to try my fortune
at sea, as I was afraid that I should be discovered if I remained on
shore. I purchased a small venture with the money in my purse, and
having made my agreement with the captain of a vessel bound to St
Domingo, exchanged my dress for a jacket and trousers, and was again at
the mercy of the waves.

* * * * *

"Such, your highness, is the history of my First Voyage, and the
incidents which resulted from it."

"Well," said the pacha, rising, "there was too much love and too little
sea in it; but, I suppose, if you had left the first out it would not
have been so long. Mustapha, give him five pieces of gold, and we will
have his Second Voyage to-morrow."

As soon as the pacha had retired, the renegade growled out, "If I am to
tell any more stories, I must not be checked and dictated to. I could
have talked for an hour after I had me