Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-10-21
{. .rG 81 az STORY,
FOR THE LITERARY CADET.
THE wYSTER soUs VISITORS.
LEGENDARY TALE,
BY RICHARD VI STOCKTON
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Ii was Of those nights so rare on the continent
which rec al the images OF the ead and troubled amo
sphere OF the north, when Of dark grew clouds
with few CLEANS of pale and lusly whe pursue each
other incessaty, and make the sky appear like darh
and agitateC ocean, suspended over our heads The ao
ltated objects around scarcely distingushable but
by the SQUAD owtes the knight porceive he
cd tne lake, and aishng. Jed his Led cautiously
MArURlN's ALBIGENsEs.
The night remained : rGooly wild and TEN
pestuous, aud ere the Blsn32 cached his haJ,ta.
| tion, whittier he wandered melancholy and alone
the gale, which had shifted to different quarter
increased in tenfold degreetill at length, the uni
ted fury of the elements seemed to have waged a
war Of extirpaticn upon tho whole creation. AL.
ready mad the vlage* clock told the dismal hour of
twelve, and yet the Bishop had not returned and
whilst the faithful Doratha sat by the expiring ta-
per's light, weeping for the return of the Bishop,
the pealngs ofdstant minute guns assured her that
some hapess barque, driven by the tempest, had met
a melancholy fate, by being forced upon the rocky
strand. "Woud that the Bishop were here" she
exclaimed-"O o that knew he were safe-that he
has not fallen u victim to his temerity;'' and she
wep loudly and bitterly for the safety of her patron
friend and benefactor AT short intervals, the min
ute guns were heard the bosom of Doratha beat
high with terror and anxIety-nor did she doubt
any longer that the Bishop had found watery
grave Still the signal gun of distress broke upon
her earwhenever they burst the tumultuous roaring
Of the storm and yet there was no hand TO save or
relieve those who implored for mercy and for aid
Overcome with the intensity other feelings Dora.
Tia reclined upon the rude couch which formed
part of the furniture Of her apartment, and knew
not, cared not, dreamt not, of what surrounded
her. Whilst thus she reclined herself, The Bishop
who had, with difficulty reached his dwelling, en-
tered the apartment, and reused her from her le-
tharsy. Doratba, not less rejoiced than her master,
threw her arms around his neck, and in the extacy
OF the moment, forgetting her situation and the re.
verential dignity Of her patrou pressed him to her
bosom, and believed him with her tears. "Dora-
tha, Doraha, faithful creaure,'' thou knowest not
what thou art doing; release me, good girl, and
thank heaven that thou and are yet spared from
the fury Of the storm. The faithful girl, recove.
ring her wonted state Of reason, blushed deeply,
whilst the Bishop bade her not be mortified. but
to listen TO his little history of the adventures otbe
night. Whilst she listened attentively to the
Bishop, thanking God for his preservation, the |
rollings ofthe minute guns, which were now heard
more distinctly, arrested the attention of the venera
BILE BERKLEr and suddenly breaking off his mar |
rative' he bade Dorstha hand his cloak, "for," said
he, "'ome hapless barque is in danger and distress
and must hie me hence to release the sufferers"
Fastening from Doratha, the faithful creature,
who on her knees implored him not to approach
he strand, at an hour so dismal, and when the |
Wild winds Of heaven seemed to war upon creation.
he Bishop grt his cloak around him, and, regard
ess Of the fury Of the elements reached the beach,
where the stranded vessel struggled against the an.
1--we were not afraid Of offending correspondent,
e should say to him, that in the neghborhood where
n ssen pleased to lay his scene, village never ex-
am 'het rom the fury OF the storm he has descr-
eu, we should think Il doubtful IL he could al so great
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