The Buccaneer: A Tale

TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE:
No kind of literature is so generally attractive as Fiction. Pictures of life and manners, and Stories of adventure, are more eagerly received by the many than graver productions, however important these latter may be. Apuleius is better remembered by his fable of Cupid and Psyche than by his abstruser Platonic writings; and the Decameron of Boccaccio has outlived the Latin Treatises, and other learned works of that author.
LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET: BELL AND BRADFUTE, EDINBURGH; J. CUMMING, DUBLIN. 1840.
London: Printed by A. Spottiswoode. New-Street-Square.
J. Cowse, pinxt. W. Greatbatch, sc.
THE BUCCANEER. The Protector instantly exclaimed Guards! what ho! without there! Five or six rushed into the room and laid hands upon Robin. London. Published by Richard Bentley. 1840.
Stay! methinks I see A person in yond cave. Who should that bee? I know her ensignes now—'tis Chivalrie Possess'd with sleepe, dead as a lethargie; If any charme will wake her, 'tis the name Of our Meliadus! I'll use his Fame.
Ben Jonson.
REVISED BY THE AUTHOR. LONDON: RICHARD BENTLEY, NEW BURLINGTON STREET: BELL AND BRADFUTE, EDINBURGH; J. CUMMING, DUBLIN. 1840.

With roomy decks, her guns of mighty strength, Whose low-laid mouths each mounting billow laves, Deep in her draught, and warlike in her length, She seems a sea wasp flying on the waves.