The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1820-09-20

this Tear gave way TO worse, Tor there upon
the hard clay Roor lay the mother spon her
face, as II murdered by some savage blow.
She Vas In the same deadly swoon into
which she had fallen on her husbands de.
psrture three hours before. The old man
raised her up, and her pulse was still so
wss her heart; her face pale and sunken
snd her body cold as ice. q have recover
ed daughter" said the old man, but l
have lost wife :" and he carried her, with
grosC, 10 the bed, on which he laid her
ifeIess body. The sight Was too much for
Hannah, worn out as she wac, and who had
hitherto been able to support herself in the
delightful expectation of gladdening heS
mothers heart by her safe arrival. She, too,
now swooned away, and, as she was placed
on the bed beside her mother, il seemed, in
d'ed, that death, disappointed OF his prey on
the wild moo, had seizad 1t in the cottage,
and by the hre.side. The husband knel,
down by the bedside, and held his wife's ICY
hand in his, while William Gcieve, appalled,
and awe stficken, hung over his Hannah,
and iDwa,dly impIo'ed God that the nights
wild adventure might not have so ghastly an
end Bu, H,nnab's young heart soon began
once mo'e tn beat; and soon as she came TO
her recollection, she rose up with face
whittier than ashes and free from all smiles,
5 II none had ever pisved there, and Joined
her father and young master in their efforts
TO restore her mother to life.
II wa, the mercy of God that had struck
her down TO the earth, insensible TO the
shrIekIng winds. and the fears would otnet-
wise nave killed her Three hours Of that
Wild storm had passed over her head, and
she heard nothing more than if she'd been
asleep in breathless night of the summer
dew. Not even dream had touched her
brain, and when she opened her eyes, which,
d. she thought, had been but moment shut,
she bad scarcely time TO zeal 10 her recol-
lection The image OF her husband rushing out
into the storm, and OF 4 dougster therein
lost, till she beheld that very Gusband kneei-
ing reDdeIiy by her bedside, aod that very
daughter smoothing the pillow cu which her
aching temples reciiBed. But she knew
i,om The white stedfast countensnces before
her, that these had been tribu'aion and de-
lverance, aud she locked on the beloved be-
ings minIs,etng by her bed, aud as more
teaIfully dear 10 he' from the unlmaged dam
ger from which she felt assu ed they had
been rescued by the a. IN Of he Almighty.
recollection, and returning strength. They
had all power TO weep, and power to pray.
The bible had been lying ~ its place ready
for worship; and the father cad aloud that
chapter in which is nstra.d our Saviour's
act Of mi aculcus power, by which he saved
Peter from the SEQ. Soon as the solemn
thoughts awakened by that act Of mercy so
similar 10 that which had rescued themselves
from death had subsdtd, and they had all
risen up from prayer, they gathered them
selves IN g altitude round the little table
which had stood SO many hours spread and
exhausted nature was strengthened and re-
stored by frugel and simple meal pattaken
OF IN silent th'nkfuiness The whole story
oi he night was then calmly tscited /; and
when the mother heard how the stripping
had followed her sweet Hannah into the
storm, and bone her in his arms through
bundled drIited heaps; and then looked up
on her in her p,ide, SO young, so Innocent,
20 20 beautiful, she knew, that were the
child indeed TO become an orphan, there was
one, who, IT there was either trust in nature,
or tuth in religion, would guard and cherish
her all the days Of her life.
II was not nine o'clock when the storm
came wn from Glen Scrse upon the Black
moss, and now 10 pause OF silence The
clock stuck twelve. Within these three
hours Wiliam and Hannah had led lite
of trouble and Of JOY, that had enlarged aud
kindled their hearts within them and they
fel' that henceforth they were to live wholly
for each Others sskes. His love was the
proud and exuItiug love of deliverer, who,
under Providence, had saved from The frost
and the snow the innocence and the beauty OF
which his youog Passionate heart had been so
desperately enamou ed and he now thought
OF his own Hannah Lee ever more moving a.
bout in his fathers house, not as a servant,
but as daughter and when some few happy
years had gone by, his own most beautiful
and most loving wife. The innocent maiden
still called him her young master but was
not ashamed ot the holy affection which she
now knew that she had long felt for the fear
less youth on whose bosom she had though,
herself dying in that cold aud miserable moor.