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For guilty states do ever bear / / The plagues about them which they have deserved; / / And, till those plagues do get above / / The mountain of our faults, and there do sit, / / We see them not. Thus, still we love / / The evil we do, until we suffer it. / / BEN JONSON.
The Buccaneer welcomed the young man with greater warmth than is usually displayed, except to near and dear connections. It must be remembered, also, he had arrived at that period of life when feelings of affection and friendship stagnate somewhat in the veins, and curdle into apathy. Few are there who have numbered fifty winters without wondering what could have set their blood boiling and their hearts beating so warmly some few years before. A benison upon a smiling lip, a kindly eye, and a cheerful voice! -- whether they belong to the young or to the old -- may all such true graces be long preserved from the blight called "knowledge of the world!" which, while bestowing information with the one hand, takes away innocence and hope with the other. -- But to the story.