Captain Kyd; or, The Wizard of the Sea. Vol. I

There's many a one who oft has heard The name of Robert Kyd, Who cannot tell, perhaps, a word Of him, or what he did.
So, though I never saw the man, And lived not in his day, I'll tell you how his guilt began— To what it led the way.
H. F. Gould.
The following dramatic romance consists of two acts, with an interval of five years between them. The time and action of the first part, the scene of which is placed in the south of Ireland, are comprised in something less than three days; that of the second, the scenes of which are laid in New-York Bay and on its adjacent shores, embraces a somewhat longer space of time, the two comprising the most prominent crises of the hero's life—one giving the colouring to the whole of his subsequent career, which in the other is brought to its close.
Natchez, Miss., Jan., 1839.
A lady should not scorn One soul that loves her, howe'er lowly it be.
Barry Cornwall.
'Twere idle to remember now, Had I the heart, my thwarted schemes. I bear beneath this alter'd brow The ashes of a thousand dreams— Some wrought of wild Ambition's fingers, Some colour'd of Love's pencil well—
Ambition has but foil'd my grasp, And Love has perish'd in my clasp.
Melanie.
Oh, bold Robin Hood Was a forester good As ever drew bow in the merry green wood, And what eye hath e'er seen Such a sweet maiden queen As Marian the pride of the forester's green.
On a rocky headland that stretches boldly out into the bosom of one of the lakelike bays that indent the southern shore of Ireland, stands a picturesque ruin, half hidden to the eye of the voyager amid a group of old trees. With its solitary square tower, and warlike battlements jagged and stern in their desolation, it still wears an air of imposing grandeur, that conveys some idea of its ancient baronial state. It is known by the name of old Castle Cor; and in its palmy days was the summer abode of the last Earl of Bellamont.