The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1826-11-23


hood and youth for his sake.--She en-
deavorcd TO describe the dangers Of the
turbulent ocean, on which he was about
to embark, until tear stole down his sun
burnt cheGk--5he saw II, and she renew
ed her efforts.-But all was in vain-the !
boat was waiting, and. he was resolved to |
30 on board the ship which lay IN the |
stream. The last rays Of the setting sun |
had left the hills, and were dancing on the |
steeplcs Of Wilmington. The birds had
finished their melodious anthem, and the
murmurs of the town had passed away
The young man approached the girl whom
he had ruined, and offered her his hand.
She melted into tears at the idea Of part
ing, and begged him again to stay but
he tore himself from her, and with the
promise that he would remember her, he
threw himself into the boat. In moment
the bark was moving through the dark
blue wave, and left no trace behind the
keel but il was not so with the blasted
hopes Of the poor girl. She discovered
herself abandoned by the man who had
ruined her, and her heart was breaking
with anguish. The gondaliers rested for
a moment on their oars, and she took one
long gaze. II was the last.--The boat
bore slowly away, and their voices died in
distance like the wind signing in the 10
Ian harp. She strained her bright blue
eye, but she saw no more. The anchor
was weighed, the sails were unfurlod, and
the ship rode on her course in majestic
grandeur. The mighty waters rolled on
Before her as she ploughed through the
sea, and the poor girl turned from the
sight with broken heart. The remcm-
brance of happier days arose before her
the scenes Of home and childhood fitted
across her imaginaton--her idea of her
forlorn situation appeared before her like
spectre, and she again burst into tears.
They were tears of penitcncc and love-
they were tears Of tender heart. They
were as salutary to the bosom Of sorrow,
as rain is to the dying flower.
The moon cnrobcd in her fleece of light
grey clouds, was travelling on through
the mmepsity Of space, and had thrown a
soft slvery light over every object in ma
ture. She was oscended in her ivory
chariot TO the key stone Of the zenith, and
the fair haired Venus was sinking in the
I western fields. ] travelled on with my
friend to Wilmington where we watercd
our horses in Brinton's bar room. We
then moved out to sec those beautiful girls
whom my friend mentioned, and passed
the evening to my hearts satisfaction /:
for wine giveth talkativepcss TO the
tongue. Flattery giveth delight to wo.
mans heart, and ] never was weighed
and found wanting of small talk and
obliquc compliments for the ladies'. The
packet left me and moved on the next
day in the stage towards my natal and be
loved village. was young, and the i'm
age Of the girl, haunted me in every
| dream. In my solitary rambles, ! fire
qucntly dwelt upon her sorrows, and the
Inconsistency and cruelty Of the man. The
father Of the Inflated girl had been a
friend TO her bctrayer, but be rewarded
him with the ruin Of his daughter. She
was an outcast depending upon him tor
her nisarahi~ support, and che hud follow
cd him several miles 20 the place Of en-
barkation. Such man ought to be shot
like Murat, or hung up like dead dog.
Ingratitudc is the most ignoble trait III
the human heart, and the seduction OF in.
nocense is crime as black as hell. Had
a daughter and such a villain were to
seek her company, would put mad
bull at him, rs the mighty Pope of Rome
did at Henry VII. Addison celebrates
two lovers who agreed that they would
each in absence gaze upon the moon at
the same honr, that they might remember
each other but alas! this poor girl could
only remember her shame.
arrived at my destined homo, and a
bout two years after, as ! travelled TO
Philadelphia, ! again saw my friend in
Wilmington. The circumstance was al
most obliterdted from my mind, but his
| presence recalled the obnubilated traces.
asked him for the story of the poor girl ;
and be told me that she was in tho cold
grave, and that she died the miserable
victim Of broken heart. went on with
him in a gig from Wilmington, and on
our way to the city he stopped at farm
house, and in an orchard he led me to the
spot where she now sleeps. The scene
was lonely, and the rank weeds had over
run her grave. Such spot is interesting
to the poetical mind, and brings refec-
tions into existence which would other
wise remain in oblivion. II is said that
Prince Eugene lavishly rewarded friend
who first gave him TO understand the val.
ne OF moral maxim but the grave teaches
without remuneration. That unhappy girl
would have been perhaps the ornament Of
the circles in which she moved, had not
the Vaccinations OF lawlcss villain in
tcrposed. Such are the consequences of
the Internal crime Of seduction, at which
a fcnd would blush. Ifmy young friend
still lives at Wilmington, he viii recog-
nize the writer aud the characters of this
story. lie will remember the sorrows Of
that beautiful girl, whom we saw in tears
that evening. But her sorrows arc at an
end, and the sccundrcl can never triumph
over her innocence again.
MILFORD BARD.