I was then told, to my mortification, that my kind friend, the GENTLEMAN on whose benevolence and protection I had already built hopes of success in life, was neither more nor less than the captain of an armed clipper brig, a SLAVER, anchored in the outer roads, which had been for a fortnight ready for sea, but was detained in consequence of the desertion of three several crews, who had been induced by false representations to ship, and had deserted EN MASSE as soon as they learned the true character of the vessel and the voyage.

He was now using all possible means to entrap a crew of men or boys for this abominable traffic, and was by no means particular in his choice.
This was a severe blow to my vanity.

I felt not a little indignant at being so easily cajoled, played upon, and almost kidnapped by this unprincipled scoundrel.

It was a valuable lesson, however; for experience is a good, although expensive teacher.
A few days passed away, when, one morning about three o'clock, as some members of the city patrol were passing through Church Street, they discovered a man, apparently n a dying state, lying in the street.

He was conveyed to the guard house, or patrol station, where he died in the course of half an hour, without being able to articulate a syllable.
Several wounds in different parts of his body, made by a small penknife, which was subsequently found, were undoubtedly the cause of his death.
The unfortunate man thus murdered was the captain of the slaver, who had sought to entrap me by his honeyed words.