The Massachusetts spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1821-1823, 1822-10-09

less, or walked az if pleased with the
soft pressure of the grass beneath its
feet she viewed it as silent messen-
ger from the sea, that perhaps might
have flown round her lovers ship. Its
plumes bore no marks of the dashing
waves its eyes, although wild, were gen.
tie; its movement was calm as if it had
never drifted with the rapid tides, or
been driven through the bowling tenn
pests; and as it again rose up from the
heritage and the wild flowers, and how
ering over her head for little while,
winged its way down the vale, over the
peaceful woods, she sent her whole soul
with it to the ocean, and heaved deep
sigh unconsciously as it disappeared.
The summer was now over, and the
autumn at hand. The hay fields were
once more green with springing her
bage; and bands of reapers were wait.
ing for few sunny days, till they might
be let loose in joyful labour upon the
ripened grain. Was the Amethyst frig.
ate never to finish her cruise? Septem-
Der surely would not pass away without
seeing her in harbour, and Arthur Craw-
furd at Crofthead. Poor Jane was be-
ginning TO pine now for her lovers re-
turn; and one afternoon, on visiting,
almost unhappily the rose-trees, she
thought that they were dropping. She
forgot that September mornings have Of
ten their frost in Scotland; and on seeing
few withered leaves near the now vast
ed blossoms, she remembered Arthur's
words about the OMEN, and turned away
from the bank with a shudder of fool
ish fear. But trife will agitate wis
er and older heart than that of Jane
Nasmyth; and reason neither awakens
nor lulls to sleep the passions of human
beings, which obey, in the darkness of
their mystery, many unknown and in
comprehensive laws. What if he be
dead p thought she, with a sick pang
Juggling at her heart-and she fastened
out of the garden, as if beast of prey
had been seen by her, or an adder lying
couched among the bushes.
She entered the house in sort of pam
lex, of which she was ashamed as soon
as she saw the cheerful and happy faces
of her parents, who were sitting togeth
er listening, according to their ususl
custom, to an old specialized neighbour,
busy at a newspaper, the Edinburgh
Evening Courant, a copy of which made
visits TO about dozen of the most re-
spectacle families in the parish. The
old worthy was Emeritus Schoolmaster,
and was justly proud of his elocution,
which was distinct and precise, each
syllable being made to stand we'll out by
itself, while it was generally admitted,
that Mr. Peacock had a good deal of the
English accent, which he had acquired
about forty years ago at Inverness. He
did not think it worth while to stop
very long at the end of paragraph. or
article, but went on in a good business
like style, right through politlcks, stocks,
extraordinary accidents, state of the
weather, births, deaths, and marriages,
pleasing and instructive medley. Just
as Jane had taken her seat, the good old
proser had got to ship news, and he an
nounced, without being in the least a
ware of what he was about, " Founder
ed IN the late tremendous gale, off the Liz-
ard, has Mgesty's FrigGte .4mefhyst. .4H
the creo0 persisted"
To be concluded merit ageek.