Never was man more embarrassed by the embraces of a fine woman.
"My deliverer! my angel!" exclaimed she.
"Tut! tut!" said the Englishman.
"You are wounded!" shrieked the fair Venetian, as she saw the blood
upon his clothes.
"Pooh - nothing at all!"
"O Dio!" exclaimed she, clasping him again round the neck and sobbing
on his bosom.
"Pooh!" exclaimed the Englishman, looking somewhat foolish; "this is
all nonsense."
PART FOURTH.
THE MONEY DIGGERS.
FOUND AMONG THE PAPERS OF THE LATE DIEDRICH KNICKERBOCKER
Now I remember those old women's words
Who in my youth would tell me winter's tales;
And speak of spirits and ghosts that glide by night
About the place where treasure had been hid.
- MARLOW'S JEW OF MALTA.
HELL GATE.
About six miles from the renowned city of the Manhattoes, and in that
Sound, or arm of the sea, which passes between the main land and Nassau
or Long Island, there is a narrow strait, where the current is
violently compressed between shouldering promontories, and horribly
irritated and perplexed by rocks and shoals. Being at the best of times
a very violent, hasty current, its takes these impediments in mighty
dudgeon; boiling in whirlpools; brawling and fretting in ripples and
breakers; and, in short, indulging in all kinds of wrong-headed
paroxysms.
