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Oh ! mark, dear girls, the moral story 

 Of one, who breathes but to adore ye ! 

 Let no rash action mar your glory ; 



But when you wish 

 To catch some coxcomb, place before ye 



The flying fish. 



April 20. 



Two or three years ago, our captain, while his 

 vessel was lying in Black River Bay, for the pur- 

 pose of loading, was informed by his sailors, that 

 their beef and other provisions frequently disap- 

 peared in a very unaccountable manner. How- 

 ever, by setting a strict watch during the night, 

 he soon managed to clear up the mystery : and a 

 negro, who had made his escape from the work- 

 house, and concealed himself on board among the 

 bags of cotton, was found to be the thief. He 

 was sent back to the workhouse, of which the chain 

 was still about his neck. But another negro had 

 better luck in a similar attempt on board of a 

 different vessel. He contrived to secrete himself 

 in the lower part of it, where the sugar hogsheads 

 are stored, unknown to any one. As soon as the 

 cargo was completed, the planks above it were 

 caulked down, and raised no more till their ship 

 reached Liverpool ; when, to the universal astonish- 

 ment, upon opening the hold, out walked Mungo, 

 in a wretched condition to be sure, but still at least 

 alive, and a freeman in Great Britain. During his 

 painful voyage, he had subsisted entirely upon 



