Cried Hale, "Who buys? who buys? who buys? Hearts! Boys! My lads! Hooraw! Thrippence a junk, Britannia rule-- Don't any of you chaw?" And all the while his wily eye Was taking curious notes Of men, and arms, and sheeted carts, And guns with stoppered throats. "Boys, what you goin' to doin' on? Hello!--this way that beer. You goin' to captivate New York? Pine-shillin' piece--look here--" "Sing us a song." "'Bout what?" said Hale. "Sing us 'All in the Doons'-- 'Britannia Rule'--'God save the King'"-- Said Hale, "Don't know the tunes." Cornwallis now came walking by,-- "The Capting, hey?" "It is." Hale folded up an ample slice: "D'ye s'pose he'd 'xcept of this?" Mad with the thought, to see the clown Break his own pate with fun, "Do it," said they. Said Hale, "I will." "Jerry's respects"--'twas done. And back he came with open grin; "Took it like ile!" said he. "I swow! I done the handsome thing-- He done it, too, to me." III. 1. Sins are like waters in a gap; Like flames to leap a check; If cable Conscience crack a strand, A man may go to wreck. Sins never shut the doors of hearts That give good cheer to sin, But always leave them open wide, For others to come in. Disdaining ours, for England's camp, There lurked a man about, Who, flushed with shame and rage of heart, Like Judas, had gone out. He left us, and he swore revenge, And vengeance did not fail. The courteous fiend, who led his steps, Conducted him to Hale-- His kinsman--one whose generous hand, Impelled by bold desire, Had saved him once, and still endured The seal of it in fire. He met him coming from the camp; He saw--he knew the hand-- He saw the whole--and in the road He made a sudden stand. "Hum! ha!--It's Captain Hale, I think. Nathan, how do you do? Sorry I am to see you here-- Sorry I am for you." Off from the sudden heart of Hale All his disguises fell: "Cousin! good God!--go back with me. And all shall yet be well." "It cannot be. You came to dare, And you must take the rod." Said Hale, "This hand, at Judgment day, Will fan the wrath of God." "Speak not of God," the traitor said; "A good French faith have I-- 'No man hath seen Him,' Scripture saith, And 'all is vanity.'" Hale, finding how the scoundrel feared Nor God's nor man's award, Looked for a handy stick or stone, To quicken his regard. But, tiger-soon, the renegade Had gripped his arms around: "Ah, ha!--yes, yes--help! help!" he cried, And crushed him to the ground. 2.