Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-10-14

ing and praise to the Holy One, for the
boon Of my Lucy's innocent and religious
love I" Prayers crowded fast into his soul,
and tears of Joy fell from his eyes, as he
stood at the Threshold, almost afraid, in
the trembling Of lfe-deep affection, to meet
her first embrace.
In the silence, he heard sobs and sighs,
and one or two long, deep groans. Then
in another moment, he saw through the
open door ofthe room where Lucy used to
sleep, several figures, moving to and fro in
the light, and figure upon its knees who
else could it be, but her father Unnotic-
ed he became one Of the pale-fac ed COM
pany: and there he beheld her on her bed,
mute and mOtionless, her face covered
with deplorable beauty eyes closed, and
her hands elapsed upon her breast !" Dead,
dead, Dead" muttered in his ringing ears
a voice from the tombs, and fell down in the
midst Of them with great violence upon
the floor.
Encircled with arms that lay round him,
softer and silkier far than fower-wre aths
on the neck of child who has laid him
down from play, was he when he awoke
from that fit lying even on his own mai
beat yet, although soon about to beat no
more AT that blest awaking moment, he
might have thought he saw the first glimpse
of light of the morning alter his marriage
day, for her face was turned towards his
heart, and, with her faint breathings, he
felt the touch of tears. Not tears alone
now bedlmmed those eyes, for tears he
could have kissed away, but the blue lids
were heavy with something that was not
slumber; the Orbs themselves were scarce
ly visible; and her voice, it was gone, to
be heard never aga,n, till in the choir OF
white robed spirits, that sing at the right
hand Of Cod
Yet no one doubted that she knew him
him who had dropt down, like superior
being, from another sphere, on the inno-
cence Of her simple childhood; had taught
her to know SO much of her own soul; to
love her parents with a profounder and
more holy love; to see, in characters more
divine, Heavens promises Of forgiveness
to every contrite heart, and lie Of per-
feet blessedness beyond death and the
grave! A smile that shone over her face
the moment she had been brought to know
that he had come at last, and was nigh at
moved, no, not for all the three days and
nights that he continued to sit beside the
beautiful corpse, when father and mother
were forgetting their cares i'll sleep; that
smile told all who stood around, watching
her departure, neighbor, friend, priest,
parent, and him the suddenly distracted
and desolate, that, in the very moment of
expiration, she knew him well, and was re-
commenting him and his affections 10 the
pity of one who died to save sinners!
Three days and three nights, we have
said, did he sit beside hei, who so soon
was to have been his bride; and come or
60 who would into the room, he saw them
not; his sight was fixed on the winding
sheet, eyeing it without single tear, from
feet to forehead, and sometimes looking up
to heaven. As men forgotten in dungeons
nave lived miseraby long without food, so
did he; and so he would have done, on and
on to the most far off funeral day. From
that one chair, close to the bed side, he
never rose. Night after night, when all the
vale was hushed, he never slept. Through
one Of the midnights there had been a great
thunder storm, the lightning shifting a cliff
close to the cottage; but it seemed that he
hSo'o "oe, ohu ehO hoouo VI HOAS
day, to him the roaring vale was silent.
On the morning of the funeral the old peo-
pie, for now they seemed to be old, wept
to see him sitting unconscious beside their
dead child; for each remaining hour had
now its own sad office. Three large specks
suddenly a'ighted on the face of the corpse;
and then of, and on, and away, and re-
turning, was heard the buzzing of large
hell flies, attracted by beauty in its cor
ruption. ola, hal" starting up, he cried
IN horror, "what birds of prey are these,
whom Satan has sent to devour the corse! :"
He became stricken with a sort of palsy;
and, being led out to the open air, was
laid down, seemingly as dead as her with
in, on the green daised turf, where, be-
meath the shadow of the sycamore they
had so often sat, holding up beautiful Vi
sions Of long and blisslul life!
The company assembled; but not before
his eyes; the bier was lifted up and moved
away down the sylvan slope, and away
round the head Of the lake, and over the
wooden bridge, accompanied, here and
there, as it passed the way side houses on
the road to Grassmere, by the sound of
Psalms, but he saw, he heard it not, when
the last sound of the spade rebounded
from the smooth arch of the grove, he was