sions at the Old Bailey, my young Commodore was convicted of felony, and sentenced to be hang'd; though the simplicity of the proceeding, made many people sorry for him. After this misfortune his fellow adventurer was in great perplexity, though he had escaped himself; for no body had yet enquired or sought after him about it. But Jack resolved to spare no pains, if possible, to save his poor messmate's life. And being one day at their rendezvous, talking about it, with another of his old shipmates, after several methods had been proposed between them, and all fell to the ground, Jack boldly cries—'Sblood, Tom! I have a good mind I'd write a letter for him to the King myself, I am told that no body else can pardon him; and I fancy that would be the most likely way to do the business; only I cannot tell who to get to carry it, and deliver it to him.'——'Zoons!' cries the other, 'I like your scheme, Jack! and if you can write it, I will go along with you, and we will carry it to him ourselves,' (and then we will be sure that he will have it)
