The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1826-01-26

spinning wheel.
Though greatly disappointed in not be-
holding his own--his beautiful Ulrica. AIMS.
ky paused in the doorway, and surveyed
with tender emotion the friend OF his infan-
cy, whilst thousand early and pleasing re-
collections crowded upon his mind. But MS
reverie was broken by the old house-doS'
which had belonged to his father, ana winch
lay stretched at the aged matron's feet, start
ing up, and bounding round him with iouo
and joyous cries, testlfying his pleasure AZ
the unexpected meeting. 'Ah, Zousky do
YOU remember your old play fellow SAID
kinskv, as he stopped to caress him !; whist
the old woman, stopping her wheel, ciled IN
an eager tone. Heaven De praised, 1t Is the
voice of my masters son y and the next mo-
nent Kinskv was in her arms, whilst the
Door creature wept and laughed alternately
in her excess of Joy. All, well-a-day, mas
ter Ivan and so YOU are returned at last to
YOUR native place! Mayhap you do not
know how the face Of things is altered here!
But l suppose You went to the Parsonage
first, and heard of the death of the dear old
people. Your poor mother heard that you
were killed in the wars, and the news broke
her heart and your father, heaven bless
him did not long survive; but he made
good end, and we buried him under his ia
was only Deborah and Zouskv there left to
mourn.
But Ulrica Wav-rman my beloved VI
rica, where is shes Alas fear she is no
longer living.
'Oh she lives, poor laasie, and was even
here Just now. But what have you, master
Ivan, to do with Ulrica Waterman Sure
ly your thoughts do not run on her still :"
tWhy surely, Deborah, you have forgot
ten that she is my betrothed wife. the last,
the dearest tie that binds me to this world
cried Ivan, whilst something in the old wo-
mans look and voice startled him.
But years have passed since then, my
son, and Ulrica is no wife for yon, replied
the dame, regarding the soldier with a pity
ing glance ,..
ky. ~asDng the arm of Deborah Speak
out, cid woman, nor torture me with these
insinuations.'
Alas returned Deborah. i would
she were wife-thc poor girl IS quite dis
tracted'
Distrscted' echoed Ivan, in tone al
most amounting to a scream of anguish !;
perhaps the news of my death -.
'No non replied the old woman, inter-
rupting him though perhaps that might
have struck the the first blow TO her reason,
for she sorrowed nightly for your loss
Then what in the name of Heaven can
have occasioned this dreadful calamity Z
asked the agitated Ivan.
About three years ago, my son, the young
Count La VI ark came to take possession OF
an estate near this village. He saw our pret-
ty Ulrica, and fell desperately in love with
her. She believing his false promises, and
Welded to his passion, became the mother of
hapless child. Just at this period a SOL
tlier passing through the village, brought the
news that Ivan Kinsky was still living. This
intelligence, together with the conviction OF
her guilt, turned the brain of the unhappy
girl Madly attached to her seducer, She
gave herself up to despair. Since the death
of her mother have resided with her, but
she is seldom at home, and wanders about
the rocks near the sea with her little boy,
singing sad dittes to the winds and waves.
The Count, who still loves her, came to
night, and they left the house together
Here the old woman ceased her relation
and Ivan, who had listened to her tale with
fearless horror, started up and rushed from
the house.
The wind, that had been gradually rising
during the day, now blew a perfect hnrri
cane, and swept through the old FIR trees ii
hollow and tempestuous gusts. The mool
was dimly struggling through the heavy
clouds which passed in rapid succession o.
yer her, at times illumlnsting the scene will
momentary splendour, and then again i'll
volving all in deepest gloom.
The night was congenial to the desolat
feelings of Ivan Kinsky, and he paused 40
in his flight from the village, till he foun
himself among the lofty cliffs which over
hung the ocean, and which had Been his f.,
vourite walk in his boyish dreams of futur
advancement; and, seating himself on
projecting crsg, he gazed with sullen des
peration oil the agitated mass of waters, a
they rolled with impetuous fury against I'll
rocks His dream of misery, however, wa
soon disturbed by female voice sinAin
near hiH. He started up and gazed roun
him: tho the notes were sweet, they wer
wild, broken and frenzied; and Ivan, wit
horror, beheld Ulrica, leaning over the edg
OF a tremendous peak of the rock In
state of mind little superior to hers, Kin.
ky began ascending the frightful eminenc
on which the phantom stood-for il appca
ed almost impossible for human footsteI
to have climbed the summit of the cliff II
projecting crags at times hid her from h
view; but the sound of that voice, who
every tone fresh stab to his hear
guided the unhappy soldier to the spot.
The moon now shone brightly throus
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