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If anything more beautiful than the follow
ing, in reference to the coming of Spring-time,
Eas erer been written, we Lase yet to ■ee it.
'This, in our vi.w, ii • perfect Nunn. Its au
thor was the late Dr. Jamas G. PIiaCIVAL.
I feel a newer life in every gale ; '
The winds that fan the flowers,
♦adwith their welcome breathings fill tin sail,
Tell of serener hour,—
Of hours that glide unfelt away,
Beneath the sky of May.
The spirit of the gentle south-wind calls
From his blue throne of air;
And where his whi.pering voice in music falls,
Beauty is budding there.
The bright once of the valley break
Their slumbers and acr.iiie.
The waving verdure spreads &lengths plain,
And the wide forest waves,
To welcome back its playful mates again,
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Its canopy of leases;
And from its darkening shadow floats
♦ guih of trecololing notes.
Fairer and brighter spreads the reign of day;
The tresses of the woods,
With the fowl daily of the west wind play;
And the full brimming floods,
As gladly to their goal they run,
Hail the returning sun.
Pe SIOQ ilook.
THE ANCHORET.
Lone in a solitary wild
•
Amid the majesty of nature's God.
5.t. brooding o'er an - untold, hopeless win',
A thing like man.
The somewhat singular manner in
which the following story came into
my possession deserves recording. In
the year 1823, I was. travelling amid a
''howling wilderness." Night overtook
me many wiles from the place of my
destination. It was as dark as—as it
always is when neither moon nor stars
give evidence that such planets arc in
exbitence. I had some strong objec
tions to passing the night alone and
withont shelter, which might perhaps
appear strange to a son of the forest,
but whichto me at least, sbemed very
serious. To increase my perplexity, I
had wandered from the main road.
horse, however, still continued to nreak
his way slowly through the tangled un
derbrush, till at length, to my inex
pressible joy, I discovered apparently
the dim glare of a taper through the
deep gloom of the wood. I was deceiv
ed by a fierifacias, no, that ain't ther
name.—l have it—it was an igni3-fatuus,
but, notwi thstantling, as it floated along,
self-upheld, it showed me the dim out
lines of' a miserable, but apparently- ten
antless. So it proved, though afford
ing a better shelter, both for man and
beast, than ninny an apology for an inn
amid the-extensive wilds of Ohio. At
sunrise I awoke, much refreshed ; and
being of a somewhat inquisitive nature,
begun to examine the ruins of the hut.
I had pillowed my head upon a slight
eminence; it was a dry and ghastly
skeleton!—One hand was thrown across
the breast. the other stretched out up
on the floor; the under jaw had fallen
off, and the eyeless sockets,—laugh, I
shudder yet. even at the thought - of it.
On a worm-eaten shelf', amidst a pile of
mouldy and dust-covered books and
pamphlets, I found the following tale.
From the writing it appears to have
been composed at two distinct times.
There is the strong nervous hand of
youth, and the palsied, trembling hand
of mature age. Of its truth and conse
quent value, I shall say nothing, as
you can judge for yourself, after a pe
rusal :--
Should these pages ever meet the
eye of man, and perhaps they may
whetrmy body has iniugled with its or
ig7rtai dust, he will, I trust, permit me.
ere I record the purti--olored scenes of
ray life, to address to him a few prepar
atoiylines. Like you, oh man ! lam
one who is hastening on towards an
eternity of happiness or woe. Like
you / I am toiling_ on through life's dark
gkiotny vale. But start not, reader, if
you are yet in the bloom of youth, and
'pan still look forward to futurity with
,the hope and expectation of happiness.
I would not, I will not blight in the
nd thy fond day-dreams, thy airy
frost-work palaces. No, still Iv , to
sour heart the pleasing illusion ; I will
pot break the magic mirror. But thou,
ph-age ! thou who hast witnessed thy
iltopes of the future all withering be
;math thy grasp—who bast seen all, age,
all the fond visions of thy early life
~fa s do spas like the mist which rises
secret bosom of' the mighty
gipep, at the approach of the sun, weep
Ir . Vae over the destiny of man! But
.s er not that I too in youth formed
erratic schemes of future life, and blitce
seen 'theta-vanish when apparently just
about to.be .realized. Paint, with the
• •of Imagination ft long sought for
like a bright , pluts tom , such
- sairiatitirre keen flaveriri,g aroun you
in 'roar midnight dreams, and when you
0413 foraturtt to - spite the teriatinhabi
taps7l-cirilkury's temple, hare seen it
4 1 10 de 40,ifir%graigp, and smile in cruel
tftikevriificirr your disappointment.—
fiach feeprigs have often , alas ! too often,
brie - eta' Wm., 10 - .lde:has been of a wild
*4 varying 4e. The brief abstract
n93_ the 1n4•7
. onguse some,: it, cannot
u2ltire any. Some pat•ts. of ii., seem like
sae recurrence to-salmi of.in indistinct
Sat Ilkoikforgotten cireantivritile others
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strong as death, it would almost burst
the gates of that potent monarch, and
wrest its victim from his dominion !
But love, love had its sway, with a
force that time itself could not diminish.
It was not the low, steady flame of an
undying taper; it was not the bright
flash of moment ; but it was like the
terrible precursor of a storm without
its evanescence, burning like eternal
flame on the broad faeo of li'ven !
An uncle, a very rich and kind man,
came to visit my father when I had at
tained the age Of twelve years. The
distance to his residence was short, but
always immersed in business, he seldom
found time or inclination to leave it.
When he returned lie insisted upon
taking me with' him. It
,was the first
time I had ever parted from thebeauti
fol, the playful companiots of my child
hood; -.from, my reresail father, rin d
dear, dear, mother, Sad were my oi
ings, though the sir.'et • ti .
flOwed freely, and we
Time coursed on with lagging steps
for eight. years. I had become a man;
and often now, in fancy, were the soft
and low-breathed sighs of beauty waft
ed to my ear. Beauty was my idol ;
I worshipped, almost adored it. Yes,
I could bow down and lay my head in
the dust before a pair of brilliant eyes
and crimson-tinged alabaster cheeks.
Two years had passed since I had
seen my home. Swift rolled the rat
tling wheels, and the cheerful chimp of
the driver rung like music to my heart,
for it urged still faster on the foaming
steeds. Anticipations of happiness and
sweet enjoyments! already ye pictured
to my view the dear circle of my kin
dred. There were the blue, joy-lit eyes
of my mother and sisters, and the black,
careless gleam of my brother's. The
carriage stopped at the well-remember
ed door, and I rushed in. William met
me in the hall; he was weeping.-
" What is the matter? why do yon
weep ?" 4 . Prepare yourself for bad
news—almost the worst." " I am, I
ani ; what is it ?—Speak !" " Theresa
is —." "Dead !" I shrieked rash
ing past him.
- She was dead. How calm and still
she slept; that pale, inanimate,-lifeless
thing? I bout overdier and kissed her
pale lips, still warm with recent life.
pale
mother ftpyt was ill. She had been
afflicted with- an inflammation of the
brain. Her health was partially re
stored, but her reason remained unset
tied. Such was the welcome I receiv
ed! I followed, with a stern look and
a tearless eve, to•the grave of Theresa.
They litfd her in the cold ground. I
could have cursed them for the d
but with a strong effort restrained th -
violence of my passion. I heeded not,
who went or came, till a trembling
hand wits laidupon my shoulder, and a
laugh full of horror startled me. It
was my mother ! She wept and laugh
ed alternately ; but she was very pale,
except a deep glow like fire upon her
smooth, glossy threllead. And oh ! if
agony can be added to despair, I felt it
then. And we stool together, and 1 ,
knelt tog,ethqr, over the fresh sodded
; grave. Suddenly she started and fled ;
others rushed past in pursuit; and my
brother came and took my hand, while
the tears flowed - down his cheeks, and
led me unresisting home. And there '
my father sat, silent, uncomplaining
and passive, as though he scarce knew
the cause of his sorrow. They brought
my mother home, the servants from
whom she had fled; they bore her in
lon a litter; her hands and clothes were
• stained .with blood ! They laid her
'upon ti bed, bat she never spoke again!,
I went to her, and kissed her white
brow and her cold, bloody hand; and
turned a‘tay, left the room, and fled.
I know not wither, bat the- tangled
brake was my only bed, and the wild
beast, and the spotted snake, and the
toad, were my only companions; for .1
seared away the sweet birds that would
hare sung to me; I bade them begone
and they flew away , hut I loved
. :1•
evenin ! , and at midnight, to I; , ten to
the hooting eat the owl ; and the bat, I
loved to hear hun whiz past my head,
and snap his teeth close to my ear; and ;
the wild beast growled in concert,
while his red flaming eyes glared upon
me; and, oh ! how soothing was the
shrill howl of the shaggy wolf. At
length I became restless, and wished i
again to behold a face that belonged
to humanity.—The bestial train of the '
forest begun to grow hateful to me. I
wished again to hear the birds of song
wharble forth their morning notes to
the rising sun, but they flew away at'
my approach affrighted. Then would
I lay me down, despondent and heart,-
sick, on the cold ground, and—no, no, 1
I did not, could not weep! Once sleep
closed my eyes ; I was again in my
father's halls; all mirth and festivity.
A. bridal train swept by me, and the
I blushing bride, I thought it was Lucia,
but on her lip, her sweet vermillion
lip, lore had wreathed a smile; it look
ed as though her heart smiled. And
the bridegroom : a scornful smile carted
his proud lip, and a frown darkened his
brow. There I stood, aloof, alone, and'
unnoticed; till my father raised his
hand to bless his last remaining daugh
ter. A shriek brOke the momentary si
lence, and the bride sank upon the floor,
red blood spouting from hot tiesom ;
while th*grogin stood over her, waiv
ing in exultation his blood-stain ed dig ;
ger ! Another shriek, and I awoke. '
lig fire -was 'burning low, and a haze
panther bad•approsebed within PI •fe w
fat* natp Crouoiliegto take ,bis deadly
leap. I seized it .stroking brind awl
hurledtt=liend—he ran howling
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THE COMPILER.
Needless and tedious would it be, to
relate the manner in which 'my time
was passed for several' weeks. One
night I was awakeued by a servant
who told me my sister was dying, and
wished to see me. Then I felt that
she too was destined for -the grave, and
instantly proceeded to her chamber;
but too late, she was lifeless. Then,
for the first time, was n direful tale
whispered in my ear. She hud been
betrayed and deserted !
James Walton'.' let his name be re
corded in letters of blood on the black
est page of infamy, was one of those
sthooth, perfidious villains, who, like
the deadly serpent, charm ere they
strike their victims; ho was one of
hose who by deep wiles, and artful
flattery, win their way to the hearts of
unsuspecting innocence, and then leave
them to their misery and despair. I
sat by my sister's corpse two long
nights and days; and then at midnight,
unknown, I followed her to the house
of the dead. Well do I remember the
long train that accompanied her,—
the maidens walking by the side of
the hearse, and the t owl( d clergy,
and the long glimmering, flickering ta
pers ; but not a whisper, nothing save
the slow solemn tread, broke the mourn
ful silence; Au uninterested spectator
might have fancied he saw the nightly
orgies of deparked spirits ! They laid
her in the dust, the last save one of an
ancient but honorable name. They
laid her in her kindred dust; then,
when all had departed,—when I viewed
the sable train and the dim tapers,
slowly wending their way through a
long avenne, shrouded by the green,
lifeless poplir ; and when the chant for
the dead fell fainter and more faint up
on my ear, then I knelt by the ceme
tery of m'y ancestors, upon the tomb of
my sister, and swore eternal hatred
and a deep revenge upon her destroyer;
and invoked the spirit of Lucia to haunt
me sleeping or waking, till that revenge
was complete. That oath was record
ed in Ictt• rq rr•:-.- - 1
' r..- - rc I
Frem„thatline ne - came an altered
mati t ,and - entered the gay world Se
just retlitifed fkini Ibreign parte.
gemorratir, 4i4lni awl t Nournai.
GETTYSBURG, PA.: MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1858.
all was still; no illumined hall, no fes
tivity resounded loud—the voice of
mirth and gladness there was hushed.
I entered; there was none to welcome
me. The door of my sister's chamber
stood partly open. She was singing a
low, plaintive air. The words to this
day remain imprinted on my memo
ry :
Theresa, eh! where is thy sweet voice now?
I hear it no more at the even tide,
For the green grass grows where thy form lies
low,
Grim death has called thee to be his bride!,
All, all are dead ; Tam left alone,
Like a meatless bark on the bounding sea '
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How sweet the grave where their spirits hare
flown,
But there's none for me, there Is none for mei
Soft lies the turf on a sinless 1ieu.41,,
And liners the breeze ere for aye it Mee,
O'er the grassy grates of the sleepless dud;
Oh I would they could whisper o'er oee
`l-ia,
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1 • ii [ L.! , ah oddly i _Taihed
in Klenee. Limo, my sister," L re
pented, and then she knew me ; joyful
was that meeting to both. At length I
inquired for my father. She wept. I
repeated the question, and she answered
in a low, deep voice, "Dead." "And
William, where is ho?" "Dead, dead,
all dead !" " All dead," I murmured ;
"it needs but one more, and I am alone
—one more, and my blood flows in the
veins-of nothing earthly save myself;"
and I felt a horrid pleasure in the idea;
my lips parted with a smile, but it was
full of woe.
MEE=
Day once more broke over the world
in all her matron glory. To visit and
weep over the graves of my family,
was my first duty. I was astonished,
on reading the dates of their monu
ments, to find they had been dead up
wards of a year! Could it be possible
that a year had passed over my head in
that wild forest?
gri
•ti of my father
—lonely is my father's hall. A solita
ry bcing,,mnsing with a terrible de
spair, yet with demoniac pleasure, I
had almost said exultation, over the
total extinction of my family—a smile,
grim ns imagination might point that
of the arch fiend, when cowling over the
goodly numbers of those whom ho has
led astray, would often settle on my
features, and leave its trace for hours,
when brooding over my proposed re
venge. ' Lonely is my father's hall;
my step alone awakes the lingering
echo; my foot only disturbs the mid
night watch. When a deep sleep cov
ers the world—when the spirits of the
dead return to earth in penance for
their crimes—then do I steal forth, like
the guilty wretch who fears to face his
fellow mortals, andAtretch myself up
on the vault, where my friends sleep
in corruption ! If ever I walked forth
in the day time, I was pointed at, and
laUghed at—and the suppressed whis
per of fear or curiosity, would some
times reach my car; but none 13 poke to
me; few know me—even the children
would run screaming with terror from
me. '"Tia strange!" I exclaimed, as
I paced my mother's chamber—it was
the first time I had entered it since her
death—"'tis strange that all should fly
from me, as though there was contami
nation in the very air I breathe." ,hJy
eye caught the reflection of my form in
a Mirror, and my wonder ceased. A
moat. horrid appearance was presented
to MX umttod e,lf lock&
bang - over 'my forehead, a black grisly
beard curled itroundszay neek,_m7 gar
ments, covered 'with diet, hung in tat,
torUatiOnt me. , I laughed aloud ae ray
own grotesque figure.
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"TRUTH Is muiltri, AND WILL PREVAIL."
uncle had left me the bulk of his im
mense fortune. Riches were therefore
mine, far beyond the utmost extent of
my wishes. Envy followed my foot
steeps ; praise and flattery were whis
pered in my ear. Apparently the
"gayest of the gay," I rushed into the
vortex of dissipation. Fortune brought
mo friends, lovers, every thing that the
heart of man could with—bat all around
me were false; their pretentions of
friendship were hollow and fleeting as
tbo cavern echo.
The time at length came—and hp
who had ruined the fame, and lirokon
the heart oConany a fair and ill-starred
maid, became ih his turn a mark to the
all powerful shaftirof love. The ohjeet
of that love was fair, but nature had
denieellier a heart, or rather the -lore
of the, world and its allnremente, ban
ished every other passion. Her high
, •vf -h. her only aim, was to be thought
t‘l, fairest, the most fashionable, and
the most worshipped, of the heartless
insects that sported around her. TO
be such, rivhe must become tributary.
These she had not; and she destined
James Walton as her prey. Ile foil
into her snare, and proved to the
world that he had a heart, by hisdevo
tion to her slightest wishes. This was
what I wanted—and I rejoiced, fur my
revenge was near. Every manoeuvre
that an inventive genius• could suggest
was put in operation, to alienate her
pretended affections from him.
They succeeded, for she know my
fortune was more ample; he was for
bidden the house, and I was near to
triumph in secret over his agony ; he
beat his naked bosom with his clenched
fist; his features were distorted with
shame, rage, and disappointment; and
his eyes rolled like a raving maniac's
"Ha! ha! ha! itwas a glorious sight,"
I exclaimed, pacing as usual my *solita
ry chamber. That night was spent in
exultation, hut my revenge was not yet
complete. Lucia was dead, and he vet
lived: it was not enough, lie must diet!
lie thought me ignorant of his villainy,
for with him my face had ever worn a
careless smile, as though all within was
at ease, and he triumphed in the hope
that it would ever remain a secret.-,
The next morning a friendly invitation
was sent, requesting him to meet me at
eight in the evening We met us
friends, where the banks of the ',—
wash the eternal rock n'pon which my
mansion was built. The white moon
light trembled on the foaming wave,
and slept placid and serene on the
green sward beneath our feet. He
was musing over his ruined hopes, pit
ignorant of their destroyer. I stood
before him; my eye flashed' back the
moon beam, and my form diliated with
passion. "James Walton," I shouted,
"murderer cf the sainted Lucia, Rsluc
er of innocence, foul, contaminated
wretch, thy hour has conic : remember
thy black crimes; call to mind the
tears and prayers of your ' victim, for
the avenger is near! Did you think I
did not know you ? Did you think
retribution, because delayed, would
never come? Know that I have dog
ged your stops, have watched each
movement, when you little thought I
was near. 'Twas I who ruined your
libpes—'twas I who blasted your ex
pectations—it was I who stole the af
fections of your false fickle bride." i
Ile had been standing silent, and pale
with fear, till the last denunciation wits
hurled upon his head ; bui then his eyis
glared like mine: he eagerly seised the
offered sword, and they were tiared•no
the glittering dew. - We . fought with
the fury of mortal hate : the fire rolled
to the earth when our swords clashesi:
my foot slipped, and his weapon enter
ed my side. I thought the wound was
mortal, and sprang upon him like a 4-
ger, determined he too should share my
fate. •I shortened my sword, and drove
iE to his heart. He fell to the earth
with,* hollow groan—his eye glared+
a:id Lao white foam, mingled with
hire4l, stood on his lip. I yelled with
a tiend-like laugh, as 1 trampled upon
his body-:—and then .hurled it into the
foaming' torrent! Dark black clouds
curtained the planet of night; and the
rains of heaven washed away every
trace of James Walton from the earth !
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=III
For many weeks after, I was unable
to leave my room. My wound was
deep, and at one time thought mortal ;
but health once more invigorated my
frame, and shed her balmy influence
through my veins. The past was
shrouded in gloom. Without a kindred
do to bind my heart. to the world, why
should I live? Why not, "by a single
act end all," and sleep in death? An
unknown, invisible hand, withheld me
from suicide. There was nothing worth
living for, but yet I lived.—A hatred to
society, and a wish to hide myself for
ever from the world, has led me to this
wild retreat. Youth, health, arid-riches,
although the last is valueless in my
eyes, are still mine. The time may
come, when I shall again mingle with
a now hateful world. Perhaps that
time is near.
Once more to the world a long fare
well—'tis now forever. Oh! would that
I had never left my lonely, solitary cot.
But vain is that wish. The past can
never, never be recalled: and the pros
eut,—how age addreiked to the wings
of Tinie. 'When I left this place fifteen
years ago, it wits my determination to
travel. 'The - world wee all- before me.
On no single. spat Ism sny.affeetinn cen
tered. turepe was witness! to my de
termination: The gilded; burning sands
of Afrie.s,bore the 1)1111_1 Of thy ootefe pt.
Asia through theWlas my Intriuilled,
yet proud spirit,, borne me. haie
Wupon thii Aighly `pyrinsids et .
i l pft,u—tkbee , trou&-lhilte. that unite
tbd pad( *Wt. tho Ortioeirt until:lags, So
come--thoseehronieise et brieneday_s t
whit/I'oam* at the etntabgne liandatt
thus, and laugh t 9 Walt thwentthquidt,
and the whirlwind I I have gazed up
on the giant walls of Constantinople,
where the fret christian Emperor erect
ed the standard of the cross, now wan
ing before the blood-stained crescent of
Mahomeit. The mosque and the mina
ret now usurp the place where once tho
spire of the Apostle of God reflected
the blaze of day. My bark has mingled
with the proud sails that float on the
Bosphorus. Rome! the palace of the
Gemara, the mighty Coliseum, the Cir
cus, the Temples of the Gods, the Capi
tol, and the Pantheon,—all have passed
before me, as though the wand of a ma
gician had opened tho mighty portals
of distant worlds, and suffered me to
gaze upon the efforts of towering ambi
tion--the folly of man in endeavoring
to perpetuate his name, as though he
would bid the generations of undiscov
ered firtturity to gase with wonder on
his works, and listen to his name with
awe. And these proud monuments are
erumblin' now. And the names that
reared them—where are they ? Go ask
oblivion. Will she tell you ? Oh! nev
er think of it. She will smile in deri
sion, and point to her black, still, en
gulphing wave,and whisper—There will
thy name sleep--sinfl so will mine.—
Well, jet it—lot it sleep.
The bright, unclouded sun, had smil
ed hie farewell to the half dismantled,
yet proud walls, of the city of Naples.
I stood upon an eminence in the out
skirts of the city. What a scene of
grandeur lay before me. A long, blue
streak, tinged with gold stretched it
self tr tho west, like some far distant
wave rising in wrath,siecept that it was
as sal and immoveable, as though out
spread by the strong hand of Otnaipo
tenee. The barge, the • gondola, and
the white glittering sail, like the sea
gull about to rise from element to ole
men t,dashed swiftly along, and mingled
with the shadows of innumerable pala
ces.
" A,very pleasant evening, sir," snid
a voice behind me. I turned to face
the intruder. He was an elders man,
with regular features. upon which age
had left bu s t few traces. On his arm
hung: a femnie, light and airy as a
phantom—and, as far ns I conid dkeee
er, very beautiful. '" You appear to he
a stranger in this city, and probably
are not aware that the suburbs are
much infested with robbers. In tea
minutes darkness mall cover the earth,
and your life will be endangered by a
longer stay."
I wtui in no very companionable hum
or ; and, returning thanks for his kind
ness, *lowly departed towards the banks
of a projecting arm of the bay, then
placid and beautiful, as though covered
with 'glass. Many barges, and other
watercraft, were moored on the oppo
site bank, 'rocking to the scarce percep
tible motion of the water; and a few
chaluapes and gondolas, with illuminat
ed bows, wore darting across the bay
in different directions, like so many
shooting stars. A twenty oared barge,
fantastically decorated, with streamers
flying, now attracted my attention.—
She was approaching; and a strain of
the sweetest music came fluttering ov
er the wave : now swelling full, and
echoing far and free—and then sinking
into iadistinetnese, till every Libre of
the heart tvasstrained, and every nerve
trembled with indefinable emotion. , " As
she neared the shore, a gondola, with
out lights, darted' from the shadow of
the bank but a short distance from me,
and shot directly before her. A fearful
shriek was heard, and the next instant
they Met. The gondola was shattered
and funk; the blind ceased playing,
lights were movie hurriedly to and fro
in the barge, and cries for help, mingled
with shrieks, rung in my ears. I dart
ed doWn the declivity; and, wrenching
the chain of ti skiff, sprang into her,
and put off towards the sufferers. A
female, clinging to' a fragment of the
wreck, was with my assistance, lifted
into the barge. "Oh ! save my father,"
she shrieked, while the water dripped
from her long, black, glossy ringlets..-
11er father was lifted into the skiff, as
he rose a second time to the surface.—
Tiro of the gondoliers sunk forever!—
By the time we reached the shore, the
old man was so far recovered as to be
able to lend his assistance in conveying
his daughter home. A servant preced
ed us with a flambeau, to one of the
most magnificent palaces of Naples. I
was struck with astonishment at the
glare of grandeur and riches displayed
in the interior. I recognised the man
who had given me the friendly warning
in the suburbs, in the person of the
father; and if I had thought the
daughter beautiful in the dusky hue of
twilight, bow much more so did she
appear now, amid the blaze of her
father's palace ! Notwithstanding his
entreaties, I persisted in my resolution
of returning to my hotel. " She is very
lovely—very." Such thoughts -oocupi
ed my mind during the remainder of
the evening, and• her image mingled
with my dreaming fancies.
Tho nest morning, agreeably to a
promise of the preceding evening, my
steps
,were directed to the " Morrelli
Palace." was welcomed in the kind-'
est manner by the old man: llis diuigh
tor, he said, had scarce recovered from
the fright of the last, eveningbutwonki
soon make her appearance. He was a
man who had made human nature his
study. Easy, affable, and agreeable in
hie manner, and at home on every eab
ject. '..Taking. advantage of a momen
tary pause in tha .conversation which
ensued, hasaid:
It la right ypa should know the
person whom you : have , rescued. My
namels Falerio Castello:, It wnsonee.
miltlgbast glori , kir belong to a Senatil,l
whose wisdom dictated lams,aod.whow
rig id justitte - guarilat them from viola-
Molt Atilt loi."decenerated as*:
bat cotaphiptialissieno. '
TWO DOLLARS A-YEAR.
milted to know the name of one, to
whose generous exertions L owe my
life ?"
" Certainly : my name is Charles
M Aiy birth place, America."
"'You are then an American. The
sound of that mighty revolution, which
gave you liberty and a name among
the nations of the earth, has reached
•these distant shores. Our hearts have
bled at the recital of your wrongs, and
rejoiced at their glorious termination.
May , I know the nature of the business
which has brought you to Naples?—
Perhaps I" can assist you." Before I
could answer,Rosetta entered, radiant
in• beauty—hr face beaming smilee.—
After the usual salutations and gratula
dons-, Castelini again turned to me.
"If," said he, "our short acquain-1
fiance does not warrant the liberty I
'hove taken, it is at your own option to
answer my question ; bat /am anxious, 1
in some measure, to relieve the weight
of obligetion under which I - labor, by
reciprocating it, if possible."
"I thank you for your 'kind inten
tion : and if you think the events of my
life will in,,terost you, as they are con
nected with my business here, I will
relate theni—but speak not or. obliga
tion : the pleasure of having been of ser
vice to a fellow creature in distress,"—
and I glanced. to the blushing Roselle
—" more than compensates me. I pray
you, lot it be forgotten."
" Though you may forget it, there'
are those who never wilF—but, you will
indeed favor me: I shall listen to year
story with pleasure."
Where is that man, wlio,
having for
a short time at-least, beco me a being
of interest to an abject of adoration,
who would not tax each power to the
utmost, in portraying the scenes of
former days, to interest that heart in
his favor? I was in a most commimi
cative mood, and related the principal
events of my short, but, certainly not
uninteresting life. I was /'ully gratified
for my pains, by the gentle tear of com
passion that glittered in the bright
eyes of Rosetta. Row the sympathis
ing war of innocence and beauty, heals
the corroding sorrow of a wounded
heart: Each succeeding , lay saw me
at the " Morrelfi Palace," where I was
always sure of a welcome. • The duties
of his station, often called Castelini
from home for many hours together;
and, in his absence, I wandered with
Roselle through the long collonade in
front of the Palace, admiring the beau
;ty of an Italian eve, or listening with
!rapture when she accompanied her
voice with thiedulcot tones of the lute.
At other times, the ready gendois
wafted as over the receding wave, danc
ing lightly over the tittle billow, as
though it felt the influence of the merry
air, with which the merrier gondolier
lightened hie daily labor. My proper,-
' sity for travelling suddenly left me. A
new study was opened, - tar more de
lightful than history or antiquity. She
whom I loved to study with *lithe vi
vacity of an Italian, possessed a heart
I sensitively alive to the kindly feelings
of woman—a heart which, once enkin
; died by the torch of love,tiarned with
the steadiness and intensity of her na
tive noon-day's sun. Possessing a re
tentive memory, her mind was stored
with wisdom far above her sox or years;
yet, with her, there was no parade of
learning or accomplishments—no affec
tation. Every action, every move
meet, proved her a very child of na
ture. At—times, in conversation, she
would rove from subject to subject with
astonishing rapidity; yet, like the bee,
extracting honey .from every flower.
Months revolving around the wheel
of Time, still saw me a daily visitor at
the Palace. On one of those mornings,
when a heavy mist, to appearance al
' most tangible, lay along the bay, and
hung suspended from the brow of the
mountain, or coiled around the vine
grove, forming a most picturesque view,
that of a forest of clouds,—when the
panting sun rode through the clear dry
firmament, and the streets were insuf
ferably hot and parched,—l found
Resella reclining upon a sofa. She
welcomed me—but her usual smile held
its place no longer. A mild melancholy
had settled on her features—and, when
She touched the lute, it was only to
plaintive airs. Soon she laid aside that
instrument, with a look which showed
she had sought relief from music in
vain; and, taking my arm, we passed
to a small but splendid drawing room.
Every thing hero was tasteful and ele
gant. A large gilt cross stood before
a mirror that covered nearly a whole
side of the apartment. We walked a
few times across the room—and then,
as if exhausted, she threw herself upon
the sofa. A tear trembled in "ner light ,
blue eye. What was the cause, I can
not tell ; but I never looked epee a wo
man's tears without being unmanned.
I seated myself by her side, and in
quired the cause of her distress. She
answered not, and I threw myself upon
my knee before her, and repeated the
question more earnestly. Still no an
swer was returned. That was an op
portunity I had long wished. for—and
I was in the eaact position for the scene
which ensued—an avowal of love. Iler
head fell upon niy bosom, and the tears
flowed freely and unrest:rains I. I He,
tuned in vain for the sweet assurance
of reel proCated passion—but the action
was sufficient. iVe knelt together be
fore the cross—and, on that sacred
symbol,. oar faith was plighted forever.
The consent of her father to oar onion
was still wanting but teat waigrant
ed as soon as asked. The Chapel was
' refitted; and, the next week, before the
hoiy. Pried, were thaw vows proacoatke,
ed, whiph eaaltarably bowl -as to each
other, till the del* shoukd
sever 'the bi'vfaible knot. "
012Stiailey'thitii;—thy handlai Matt
ed the Ay atiarthly: hove. ia Aar bo.
sonl forma.: thy hand , has fotrOh4 the
invisible, the attenuated thief Mt% •
and the palsy of ago is fast stealing up
on me. Seat ee'ean the tremhlinghand
direct the pen that records these lines.
For years has this manuscript lain un
touched. Once more, to wile away
the dreary winter of age, I trace back
the events of my life, yet unrelated.—
Thirty years since the fairest, happiest
prospects of the future, lay open before
me. My heart hioked forward to long
years of bliss. Now, oh 1 how 4*,
float by the visions of the past. kyear
after our marriage Roselle presented
me with an heir. With what fond de
light would I gaze upon the image of
its mother, as it hung upon her breast,
and clasped its little innocent arms
around her neck—and when its lisping
tongue first
heart
the name `Of
fatter, my heart swelled with unutter
able rapture, to see her huh to her., bo
som the blooming babe, and hang - over
its untroubled slumber, with such fond
ness. Parent—husband ! you alone
can understand my emotions at such
moments. How fleeting, how trier&
tory, is all human happiness ! Scarce
bad its infant spirit smiled a year upon'
the world, when it, was culled away r ---A- •
I gazed upon its quivering limbs writh
ing in agony, the rolling glassy eyes,
the convulsive shudder, the taint, felbfe
moan, and the ghastly features, blaek
ened over by the handof death ! 011td r
ly would I have endured all its suffer
ings, to relieve it for one moment—but,
it slept at length, in peace. What is
the calm, cold sorrow of an European,
to that of ono who has been fostered -
beneath the fervid sun of Italy? With
them there is no middle path—their -
hearts open to the highest happiness of
mortality, or the lowest depth of iniiiarY . . •
My beautiful wife sunk beneath thii
weight of sorrow, and long nights' 6f
watchfulness over our darling babe--4
Imagining a change of' scene would be
beneficial; and, by the advice of our
physician, we departed from Napie r it'
And embarked on the proud billows - tior
the Mediterranean. Die light bails -
flewswiftly over the blue element, as
delighting to exhibit its speed and thl
symmeiry of its form, to the monsters
over whom it glided. We touched se
Sardinia for fresh supplies of water, sad
again bent theprow through the yield- ,
ing element. Health was restart:id-4e
the fragile form of Roselle. Again kw
cheek bloomed, and her eye beamed
with renovated lustre. But there Was
a melancholy on her brow, and even lei
her smile, that time alone could Msg.
pato. Sweet being ! with thee Abe
thorny path of life was strewed with
flowers. When gazing on thee, I fetti
the proud consciousness that there we*
One -of all God's creatures, whose life.
was wrapped in mine,—who was hap-,
py then. •
For some days we had been bead*
along with a changeful and vacillating.
breeze; and, as the fourth night fell,
over the ocean, the salt flapped listless
ly against the mast—there was not it,
breath to raise a ripple on the inirroredl
tide. Our captain was well acquainted,
with the -fickle and easily angered
meat on which our bark slept, and from'
his features alone, for the sky was cadre
And cloudless, could bo gatheied huh.:
catious of a storm. My wife was per.
leaded to retire to the cabin, and feW
of the passengers remained upon deck.; /
Soon the black, threatening clouds'
arose, and the hoarse winds came roar.:
ing over the deep; the red, serpent, \
flashes of lightning burst with appaling,
rapidity around us, every moment be
coining more vivid, and the roiii
heaven's artillery more loud and tve
mendousi the waves heaved their lin
gry heads on high, but every thing had'
been prepared to meet the storm in:
time. The light bark fearlessly mount-,
ecisthe billow, and darted along with the
rapidity of the wind. " Shoals on our
larboard bow," exclaimed the topman.'
Breakers, dead ahead !" echoed at
thesame instant from the bow. "Hard.
a-starboard," shouted the captain, tn.a l
steady, stern voice.—Now, now might
be seen the awfnl grandeur of a mei
night ocean storm; the fearful weeders:
of the mighty deep! The eye might.:
gaze into the dusky chasms of the
surge and view the crirystaline caverns :
of her inmost recesses. But hark! ris--*
fug over even the crashing of the seep
and the continued roar of thunder,
a shriek of terror stuns the ear; illk4
harsh, grating sound iind the amid= t
shock proclaims the feared disaster has.
happened. "A boat !away there, heavo i
away !" shouted the Captain ; but AO
sooner had it touched the wave. than - ii i ,
was dashed into atoms. My will:1i. -
alarmed by the shock, came hastily up•
on deck, and, pale with affright, stood ).
gazing at the contending elements. .As
morning began to dawn, the Captain
thought best to risk another trial, end,,
a second boat was lowered into Ilia - .
water.
NO. 31.
There was no other chance for life.
I assisted my wife into her and then .en
tered myself; numbers soon crowded.;„_
in and we put off. A ray of hope ,
cheered us, for land was distinctlyvisi
ble ; but death would not be dii - ap=
pointed of his prey. A mountain wave •
ra4hed over us; our boat filled and musk..
Oh ! that shriek rings in my ears oven,,
now ! 21 - ow I can see the despairing
wretches sinking around me, otntral.
sively stretehing their hands to imi t ty l eito
in vain ! seized Itosella in raptrms, ;
and attempted to swim to iiliore;bht,
'twas in vain, she was washed aWayby
an envious billow. With the instiactivea
love of life, I still breasted the foiuniog :
torrent, and was at length dashed &cow..
less upon the beech, beyond the reani,
of the whell4in'g brine. When I recur.'
ered, the son was riding proudly oveel ,l
the calm blue canopy of the earth ; .theit
roar of the-'sett-was -gradually -subsid
ing. I started up and gazed &reeled
me. The bodies of several of theorewe
lay stretched upon the beach; a$
there was my wife, cold and stiff her t
hands clenched, her sweet mouth . dileif 4
and her eyes, and her mouth, and We
nostrils, were filled with sand: 7 446Mo
to stand as I did, and gaze- tvaity4e l
lifeless form of the only thing toted
upon 'earth---elasped inthe told lttti
cos of death—and such a death I
he must he more than • mortaVw
could endure a sight like that! • - ric •
*as I spared—and she they/ afoot, _
angelic being, to drink in the foidAtaieso
ings_of the sea HEW 4be -filthy seed
"Aare ! teir* froward old man's s.
I thought airlast - tear fell Apia kakis
grave of DIY 404u 1 146 1 1 Asjoo, YO.
write no niore÷lny..tereLoilia. ls :-.•
ly knit; [ - my sand is almost twit
soo.g. Pick her. 0 ;Wks" PIUS: ; •
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