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I have sworn upon the Altar of God, eternal hostility to every form of .Tyranliy over the Mind of Man." Thohias Jefferson
PRINTED AND TUBLISIIED BY. II. WEUB.
Volume VB.
JBIiOOMSBURO, COLUMBIA COUNTY, JPA. SAtfUteBAY,- 1FBBRUAWY 4, 18431 ' Number 41
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POETRY.
"THE LATE REMORSE OF LOVE."
BY MRS. CASS.
Come back, my own departed one,-
Would I could lay my check
Onco moro upon thy hand and weep
The love I cannot speak?
Alas ! I knew not half thy worth
Till death was on thy brow
Come back, and tell my breaking heart
It is forgiven now.
I deemed that thou wcrl harsh and cold
And many a warmer smile,
Shone round my path but thine alono
Was true that mournful while,
I made thee sad wilh'look and word
Oh ! how these memories roll
With lava track along the depths
Of my .poor, wretched soul.
V i 1.-... 1. J 1 1 n t niitfnl ntt.eilci mti.ltl .
Have love with fonder zeal;
But what they are and what they were,
Time sternly bids mo feel.
Through all the'dark, bewildering dream
Thy love was still the same,
A gentle, anil unnoticed light,
Yet still a quenchless, flame.
Oh, bitter is the grief ihat wakes
My passing midnight's gloom?
Oh, misery, but to know that lovd
When hidden by the tomb I
I pine to meet it when the day
To other eyes is bright,
And watch, and weep, and pray, till wanes
The lone and dreary night.
Forgive 1 forgivo ! thy blessed world
Holds not a thought of care,
Ann all my vain remorse can fling
No shadow on its air;
But by the love that first was thino
Come from thy realm ofjrcst,
And with thy soft, low accents breatho
Teace to my tortured breast.
Come once but only once again
Let thy dear voice be heard,
And speak, amid my aouls's despair,
One little soothing word.
I know thy love, I know thy worth,
And 1 would be thy slave
Could I but open onco again
The portals of thy gravel
Froai tlio D cmocratic Review.
HARRY BLAKE.
A BTOIlt or CUlCUMBTANTIAI.KVIlir.NCF, rOUSDKI)
OIT FACT.
by Tim AtTiion or "lucv cuawfokd
CHAPTER. V
S . t I . i
un me tngni proceeding execution, m
the bar-room of the Blue Horse, were as
scmblcd half a dozen menj most of whom
had been there at Blakes quarrel with
1TF t.lrt till" I .
wiukiiuc' a tun i and melancholy group
they were. It might have been the ab
sonce ol thciolly face and merry voice of
old Garret Quackcnboss, who was gone to
Albany, to lay in aotock of substar.tials, to
keek up the well known gastronomic cha
aclerofthe Blue Horse; or it might have
been tho great size of the bar-room, with
its murky corners, whoso darkness was
scarcely relieved by the dim light which
flickered up from a dying fire, aided only
by the sickly flame of a single candle; or it
might have been the nnnroachinff end of
a
one wjio had so lately been among them
lhat had this chilling effect on their spirits.
But certain it is, that rarely had the bar
room of the Blue Horse contained so dull a
party.
Somehow or other, they had gradually
drawn close to the fire, and, as the night had
closed in, and the wind railed about the
old house, their conversation had assumed
a sombre character, and they whispered in
each other s cars, strange stories of robber
tes, murders, midnight assassinations, and
even of Ghosts, and on this subject one of
them was positive, having had a private
ghost in his own (ami y for vears an aunt
iiriwc-iuuri,r-c5tcj!rV7'rrctijoiTi.-r-n mutj-:
who haunted a hen-house on his father's
place; and what was remarkably, after her
ate visitation, ten eggs, an old game
cock, tho patriarch of tho barn, were miss
ing; showing that ghosts weie partial
to eggs, and not particular as to tho ago of
poultry. Another of them mentioned in a
confidential way to tho whole company,
thai his grandfather had walked a mile in a
dark wood, one very stormy night, in
compasy with a ghost, which behaved in a
very civil and gentlemanlike Tnannct; so
much so, lhat the old gentleman up to the
day of his death asserted, that ghosts were
i very ill-used chss of beings, and that, for
his part, he wished thai many people who
pretended to be their hellers onlv were as
good as they were. From this topic the
conversation gradually wandered off to Har
ry Blake and his trial, aud his approaching
death.
'Don'l you think they might pardon
him?' inquired Caleb Grayson, who Was
one of he parly, and wha had been sitiing
among them, without taking any part or
showing any interest in their conversation
until it touched upon the subject of Blake's
oxecution, but then ho seemed keenly alive
to it, and with his features working with
intense anxiety, he repeated his question:
Don't you think they mighlt I wish they
would. Do tell me Bomo one, What do
you think?'
'I heard thai Mary Lincoln's father did
his best for him, but it was of no use,' re
plied one of those addressed. 'But you
must not griove about it so. You couldn't
help being a witness against him. Even
Harry said so himself.'
The old man's face brightened, and
something like a smile passed over it, as he
said. 'Did Harry say so? Well, I'm glad
of that; I'm glad of that, for it makes me
very sad when I think that it was I and
Walton who put him where ho is indeed"
it does.'
'It was no fault of yours,' said tho man,
and you mustn't let it trouble you. I'm
sure I should have done as you did, Ah!
here comes some one.'
Tho last words were called forth by tho
sound of a horse clattering up to tho house
Then the loud voice of a man was heard
bawling out for some one to take his horse,
and in n few minutes a tall man, unknown
to them nl, entered tho room, with a ohor1
whip in his hand. There was little in his
foatntcs, or tho appearance of his person,
to encourage familiarity, for his complexion
was swarthy and sallow,and his expression
anythir.g bill prepossessing; and his dress
was coarse and soiled, as if from hardH
travel.
He passed a moment, and looked about
mm, as hn entered the roornt and then stri
dings across it, drea chair directly in
Iront of Hie fire.in tho midst of the astonish
ed group, and held his feet to the blaze
'A threatening night, friends,' said ho at
length, addressing lliern.
There was sopiethingfn llic stern sinis
ter eye of the man, snd his haggard, repul
sivo faco, which gave a momentary cheek
to the conversation, and no one answered
him, but ho went on.
'Go on, don't lei me stop talk. On
with you. I want to break in no man's
humor, Ive an odd humor of my own, for
I've heard that there is a man lo be hanged
to-morrow, and I ve come fifty miles to
see it. 1 was at tho trial, and now I'm
come to see if he will wear tho same bold
faco when he dies that he did then.'
So you weie at tho trial?' said Caleb
Grayson, who was leaning with his elbow
on the "table, and cheek resting on the
palm of his hand, and looking gloomily in
Hie lire.
'Ay, I was, mv man,' said the stranger
bluntly; 'and I saw you there. You wero
the witness who swore f that you saw
him slab Wicklifi'c. IHwas at your elbow
at the lime. Your testimony did for him.'
JhooldJman half slatted from his seat,
and turned, exceedingly pale, at the same
time pressing his hand across his eyes. At
rfi,a,'MVu!mv-aeitatcd voice:
r nui iuuiu a man u9.' .
. j f
go, and my answer was on oath.
I did
see him slab him I'm suro I did.
'J hen, of course, it was all right. For
my pari, I'm gald he's to hang. I shal
be glad when he is out of the way. Had
heenjon tho jury, and known only what
you slated, l would liavo brought in the
same verdict.'
J he old. man looked at him sharply, as
ho asked. What do you mean? What else
do you know?
iKnow!' 'repeated the stranger, looking
carelessly up, and drumming with his
whip upon his boot. 'Nothing. What
could I know? You saw him murder the
man, didn't you? You swore to that.
should think there was liule more to bc
discovored.'
'True, true ' replied the other. Yct
this is a strange story of Harry's, and even
now he persists in it, and in asserting his
innocence. I'oor fellow! I always lo"cd
that boy ns my own child I, I who have
brought him to this end. Poor little Mary
Lincoln, too! it has killed her. Thank
God, she is in her grave. 'It's better for
her.
Of course ho'll insist to the last that he
is not guilty,' said the stranger. 'There's
always two ways of dying. Some confess
and throw themselves "on tho mercy of the
aw. Others keep their mouths tight, and
accuse it of iniustice to the hst. Tho first
hopo for pardon, through its clemency.
l he last hope it, through the fear which
every man has of shedding his blood.
Harry Blake is no coward,' replied
Grayson. 'He say'a he's ready to die; but
that he is innocent. Tho lovo of life
must bo strong in him, for until now I
nover thought that he would lie.even to save
his life. But ho is not innocentno no,
ho is not; for I saw him do it I saw him.
'I ho love of life is very strong. It must
be, or Harry Blake would not lie.'
A slight, sneering smile flitted across
the faco of the stranger, as he turned from
the speaker, and looked among the dull em
bers of the fire, without speaking. It was
a dim, dreary room, and its distant corners
were lost hi darkness, and the frame of
the stranger, as ho sat between the nndrons,
threw a gigantic, spectral shadow on the
wall, that seemed to havo something omin
ous about it, aud taken.in, connection with
the glnomy nature of tho conversation
and ino cold lndiheronce of tho stranger,
and his wild forbidding air, seemed to have
thrown a chiH on all about him. For as c
sat there, burried in deep thought, with his
eye-brows knit and his lips working, as
with suppressed emotions, those who had
hitherto hugged tho fire began slowly to
widen the distance between themselves and
their iH'omened visiter! to scan his - person,
as if there were more in it than had met the
eye, and (o watch his tall shadow on tho
wall as if there weie something about it
moro than appertained to shadows in gen
oral, bull they spoke not, until the ob
ject of their solicitude, as if concluding a
long mcnt'.l discussion, drow a heavy
orcath, and rising said,
'Well, let him die; It's as well. Oth
ers have died in the same way.'
Turning to a sort of under-barkeeper,
who officiated in tho absence of Garret ho
said. 'See to my horse, will you? And
now show me to my ioom, and wako me
at sunrise. I shall not breafast hero.
Those collected about the fire watched
him as ho followed the attendant out of the
room, end shut the door aficr them.
'What io you think of that man, Mr.
Jompkinb? said ono of them to a small
man in an ample vest and contracted small
clonics.
Come, come, none of that,' aaid the
small man, with an air of suspicious stub
borncss. 'Don't bo trying to make me
commit myself by asking questions.' As
he spoke he fixed his eyes obstinately on
his own finger nails not lhat they were
particularly clean or ornamental.
'Can't you speak v our own mnd. mnn
said the other pettishly.
TS
well then,' said his companion, 'IT
tell you what I think. I think, said he
sinking his voice, and placing the back of
hi? hand lo the corner of his mouth, by
way ol indicating the extreme of confi
dence, 'I think he won't be drowned'
'Ah !' said the small man, 'if that's all. 1
think so mvsc f.
And having settled this matter to their
mutual satisfaction, thevrose to go. a mo
lion in wnich they were followed bv ull
except Caleb Grayson, who.long after they
wero go ne, and the room was silent nnrl
desciled, sat there, with a heavy heart, ai
ino pan winch the law had forced him lo
take in the legal murder which wo3 to take
place on the morrow. At last ho started un
as ii a sudden thought had struck him. and
finding his way to the stable, saddled hi
horse and rode off.
T. . -rvi . . .
ii was a uurii uigni. mack c ouds were
drifting across the sky, obscuring it, and to
gcther with the tall trees and forests which
in places-overhung tho road, rendering
pitchy dark. In defiance- of the threatening
. . . . . O ' '
look ot the sky and the obscurity of the
Mad, the old. man kept steadily on fur sp.v
eral hours; neither pausing to rest his beast
nor to reiresh tnmself, until it was broad
daylight, when he arrived at a large wood
en building. Stopping Tor tho first time
ho fastened his horse to ihe gate, and cros
sing a small yard, ascended a flight of stepi
and entered tho hall.
A guard was pacing un and doAvn dm-
and under hun, on a wooden bench sat
an
old man reading a worn out Bible.
'Can I see Blake?' demanded G ravsnn
of the old man.
'Yes, yes, I supposo voii can.' renlicil
ho, putting asido his book; 'I've order m
admit his friends a sad business a nad
business and he tho flower of the country
round. Ah, neighbor Grayson, who wnnbi
have thought it!
Oaleb Grayson made no renlv to dm .
marks in which the old man indulged, un
til he opened the door of the room or cell,
and pointed to Blake,, soatcd at a small
wooden table within.
Blako rose as the old man ontored. nn,i
extended his hand to him.
'This is kind. Calob.' said lie. a ,
afraid that you alone among all mv Trimi,!..
would not call to soo rao; for I knoir. uni1
you think of me.'
'Ah! that's tho reason, Harry, that I
could not come,' replied the other sadly.
'I knew that I" had brought you to this, ond
I could not bear to come and look at my
work.'
'Well, well, it's all iast, and God knows
l'vo lillle lo live for now' poor Mary
she's gone no matter, tio mailer; the wprs
is over and you rriusil't Jay it lo heart,
Caleb you acted for tho best, and we'll'
ndtfalkorfl." ' '
'But we mtisl talk : of it, we must,' ex
claimed the old man. 'In spile of al) that
I fell, it's whit I came for. it I would die
easy, I must know iho truth and' f have
come here, Hairy, to beg, lo conjure, you
to tell it.'
' ' You have heard it already,' said Hurry,
sadly.
No; no, Harry, I have riot; I know f
have not,' said he, 'but you will tell it to"
me know.
Harry Blake turned his head away, and
was silent.
'Hairy, my dear boy, said the old man,
crouching at his feet, and pressing his.fpre
head against his knees, 'my own dear boy,
do confess to me. If wi. Premier mora 'hap
py a life that is nearly spenf to have my
statement eonfirmcd fiom your ptyn iip.s,r-T
Don't be afraid of me. Harry;, for here ,1
swear, in the presence of the God who
made us both, that I will not reveal what
you tell me. Indeed I will not. Come.
Harry come.'
'Caleb,' said Blake, passim? his hand .
o j
kindly over, (he old manta head,, 'from, my ,
soul I pity you; bvt I cannot lie.'
' roti pity me." said the old man, ril
ing. 'Am the one lo be pitfed ? No,',
oaa vs-iHatrrirnorelleveJt,. ,eay Irjjajn-r I
you will. With my own eyes, Harm t
saw you commit that murder. , Indeed I
did indeed I did!'
Blake shook his head ; 'You think so,
I know you think so; I'll do you that justice
But your eyes deceived you. It's useless lo
dwell 0.1 this now. You have done what the
law made your duty.in telling what ypu, be.
neveu to oe truth. 1 should have had to do
the same myself; and I freely forgive you,"
io no, Harry' said Grayson with child
ish querulonsness, 'this will not do. Whys
will you not tell the truth? Tou cannot be
saved now. All hope is past. Come there's
a good fellow. You met you quarrelled
words "grew high he attacked you and
finally you -yon slabbed him. Hal hal
that was the way of it, wasn't it? A man
will do many things when his blood's up.,
which ho wouldn't at another limn. v.
T.. A Will
hot blood couldn't bear all that ho said. It
was natural and I think pardonable; indeed
I do.' He placed his hands nn llh,!-.'.
shoulders, and looking imploringly h, ,1,(8
face whilst his voice changed from ?ta
sumed tone of vivacity to one.cflhp. deep-
"""bss. -itarry, wasn't it i mp
my own dear boy, wasn't it so? You know
you quarrelled with him at the tavern.'
'I did, indeed,' said Harry, gloomily,
God forgive me for i(.'
'And .you -cworo that you would tu
revenge if it cost you your life.
'It was an impioue sneonh V rQ!:!i
Blake in a grave tone, 'and fearful!,. i, .:.
been visited upon mc? , .
lou leu the tavern ' continued n-.,,.
son eagerly, 'took the sme road which he
iidu mhen ; camo up with him-
Anu :ounU turn deadT'said Blako.
'I'll not believe it1! h's , , ' , ....
claimed the old man striding up Ba down
the room with his hands casped i0!other
Ita not true. Oh! Harry, h'8 10rribIo
io go to the grave porsisiing jn a iie.
Hark!' said Blake, as th ,
persons .pprouch.ng (So door, were heard!
.11 s the hour, and ihov
Good bye!' ' s 'r rae'
'One word Hairy!' exclaimed .,.
man; 'are you guilty!'
Nol'roplicd Blake, wi.t, ... ...
cmphusU. LJrest
The next monism dm .i.
t and Blake was summoned to go forth.
wnuuston next week.