Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-05-06
ORIGINAL STORY.
FOR THE LITERARY cADET.
TALES OF AN ITINERANT-.M. III


And in my arms, then press'd and would have claspcd
But with my cries ] scared his coward heart
III he withdrew and mut,ered vows to hell.
Btiridera.
Reviyins from the confusion of the moment, and
'ubduing the intensity of their feelings, the aged
father, mother, and lovely Emma, rendered to the
Eternal King, their prayers and thanksgivings, and
sought in the consultations of the Holy Cross, that
composure and relief which the disciples of the Sa-
your of mankind ever find, when they bow before
the shrine of the holy Nnzarine, and in the full.
ness of contrite hearts, pour forth their souls in p-
Gus alteration and humble prayer. The elements,
as If unwilling to alloy such n scene of piety, or TO
disturb the outpourings of flial and parental love
and affection, ceased their warnings, and the sun,
bursting from the dense mists which had so long
obscured his r~efulgent face from creation, dorted
MS Viviiying rays over the cloud cap'd' noun
tain, and shedding his beams through rainbows
and vapors, reflected upon the surrounding VALLEY.
IN all his majesty, and discovered the beauties ofna.
ture IN all the variety of their hue, and bright
ness. The warblers Of the forest uttered their dull
Get notes. the timid fawn glided carelessly from rock
20 rock, and the neecy lambkins sporting round the
cottage and sambolins DER the lawn, seemed to re.
Joice that the turmoils of the skies, and the roaripss
OF the wild winds had subsidized, and now skippino
from turf to turf, slaked their thirst IN the de,c;ou,
riVuie'' which, meanderins over beds of coral,
watcred the valley Of the Cumberland. Allan
sighed, AS he again clasped Emma TO his bosom,
ana The mother, incapable Of sustaining the fulness
OF her surcharged soul, gazed intently ON her long
lost child and pressing her 20 her heart, mingled
her tears OF JOY, with those of gladness, which stole
from the soft blue eye of the witching Emma.
At length, when reason resumed her empire,
ana The bursts Of affection had given way to the
indulgence of other feelings, not less interesting,
Emma told her story, and recounted the hardship,
Sae hao endured, since d Iavage foe tore her
from the breast of her Parent, and doomed her to all
the ills, wsyfarinss and calamitics of human suffer.
ing.
The old man listened attentively to her tale, and
sever and anon" thanking the holy saints and
martyrs for her preservation, Joined his care worn
matrou in chanting praises to the unerring King
OF Kings, their everlasting friend father and bene.
factor.
know not said Emma, who were the fends that
tore me from you, to what nation they belonged,
or what were their motives, in consignins me to
unknown Willis and dreary regions. They were
In the guise o lndians, and pretended to belong to
The Wyandotts, but ere we had proceeded many
leagues, they threw aside the costume ofthe west
ern inhabitants Of THE forest, and assumed the attire
of Enslshmen. They rovcd from hamlet to ham
let, and from settlement to settlement, DESTROY
ing and ~pillaging whatever came in their way,
spreading death and destruction over the thinly
settled country. The monsters appeared not to
have any direct object in view, for wherever they
commenced and completed their ravages, they took
nothing with them, hut seemed to delight, in be-
holding the effects Of the miserable settlers, sinking
beneath the flame, and in numbering the helpless
infant and the imploring mother. Their reckless
hands, often imbued in human blood, seemed ia
miliar with the red streams OF life, and often would
the rutians feast upon the hearts of their victims.
Neither age, sex, or condition, pleaded successfully
for mercy, but the infuriated hell hounds contempt.
uously sslrned from them the imploring wretch
who sued for mercy, and uttering horrid impreca-
cations, vowed eternal vengeance against mankind.
Why ! was was spared ] knew not and each
succeeding day ] looked for the wonted hour, when
their merciless hands would fall on my devoted
head. But they seemed not to regard me other.
wise than a captive, and when on my knees, | i'm
plored them to deprive me of a miserable exist
ence, they laughed me to scorn, and ridiculed my
%calamities. Wandering from waste to waste, aud
from wild to wild, we ut last reached the interior
Of Mexico, and once more, my aching eyes, beheld
the signs Of civilization, us they gazed upon the
temples of Santa Fe.
As we approached the city, the brigand was dis.
banded, and the leader, Michael Mintz, claimed
me as his rightful property;-the claim was resist.
ed by others Of the party;-a deadly combat wa,
the consequence-and Michael with ten of his fol.
lowers were numbered with the dead. Angelic ID,
Castro now assvmed an ownership over me, which
was conceded; and taking different paths, we enter.
ed the city, where ! was suffered to seek among
strangers and foreigners, the means of sustaining q
miserable existence. Fortunately, in my wander.
hugs over the city, | attracted the notice of a Benc.
dictine Monk; and the holy father, commits ~seratins
my condition, after having listened to my story
procured me an entrance into the Convent Of 81
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