Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-11-11

silence by her excellent understanding and
goodness of heart. Her father adorned
her with the ornaments and jewels which
had belonged to her sainted mother and
when he looked in her face, as she stood
| glowing with all these rich trinkets upon
her, and read there the likeness Of his
wife, all the husband and the father rose
in his soul he buried his head in his
daughters bosom, and sobbed convul-
siyely.
A long array Of smiling, happy forms,
with the beautiful couple in the centre, mo-
we'd through the lovely vale Of vines
Roses heart failed her when the process
sion passed near the pomegrante tree
but warm pressure, given to her hand by
Dearden, revived her. The bell Of the mo-
nastic Church swung its tenor-tones far
and near, when the marriage band was de-
scried moving towards the portal. Then
the gates, on which the miraculous deeds
of martyrs and saints were graved, rolled
on their vast hinges The whole Of the
cavalcade poured into the holy dome, and
caused whispering noise to echo down
the aisle as it moved towards the altar,
while the rich organ sent its full round
notes in thunder along the roof The holy
priest stood on the porphyry steps, with
splendidly Illuminated mlssal in his hand.
The fair couple we're also ready. Then
the minister Of God began the solemn ce-
remony.
AT that moment there was hustle in
the crowd the priest moved his head IN
the direction Of the noise, and young En-
glish Cadet forced his way past the bri-
dal attendants, and cried out Holy ia
ther demand of you, in the name OF all
that is good and pure, not to proceed in
this contract that Dearden is a villain
that Dearden has already ruined the peace
of one family that Dearden has caused
many heart to mourn which before was
unacquainted with grief! and, | say it be-
fore you, holy man, and i'll Gods own
house, THAT DEARDEN is MARRIED TO
ANOTHER %
Poor Rose instantly fell upon the mar
bic floor, at the same time utterIng an aw-
full shrek, which was echoed by wild cries
from all present. Her father rushed in
stantly to her assistance.
Curses kill thee, liar" roarcd out
Dear'lcn, and he forced his sword-arm to
hio oiuO Out tuC WCuuluS oult
nateIy caused him to dispense with his
weapon, and the bright steel was quietly
lying in the cottage ofthe injured father.
Stop thy impious tongue, thou spotted
wretch" said the good priest. "Close all
the gates let no one leave this holy place.
Father Giovani, hasten thou TO the Cover
nor use not the staid step of the holy,
but fly with the lightness and speed of
careless soul. And you, my children, see
this villain does not escape He must feel
the laws dread power, now he has dis
graced with his impious intentions the So
lemn rights of our holy Church. F"
The Governor and his two aids-de-
camp were soon within the monastery, and
Dearden was given in charge to the latter
officers. At his own request, they took
him to their apartment for he knew the
stiletto often does its work when in the
hands of enraged Portuguese.
The aids-de-camp trusted upon Cap
tain Dearden's parole of honor, and as they
were anxious to visit the guards mounted
upon the battery at Funchal, they left their
prisoner unchecked in the apartments
Dearden moved towards the window in
order to watch the departure of the Off
GERS, and to take measures for his escape
Immediately after they should have galloped
ou: of sight. Looking down the valley, he
perceived Mr.. Raimonde, wrapped IN his
cloak, moving hastily along, and at last ap-
proach the dwelling where he, Dearden,
was prisoner presently light step was
heard on the stairs, and Mr.. Raimonde,
with pale face and trembling lIp) soft
ly opened the door and beckoned Dear
den to follow him.
"My prcserver," said Dearden, and he
instantly snatched up his hat and accom-
panied him.
Mr.. hamonde moved quickly along
with his eyes fixed upon the ground, and
not word was uttered by either until they
came under the shade of large walnut
tree. Then Dearden broke the silence
"This is, indeed, kind, dear sir l felt
you would not believe the cruel blackener
of my fair fame, nor, l am sure, will
Rose
Here Mr.. Raimonde quickly turned
round; and seizing Dearden firmly by the
throat exclaimed, " Scoundrel the name
has reused me my poor child's wrongs
will nerve fathers arm. l knov thee for
a fiend. have had displayed before me
convincing proof of your former crimes,