Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-07-29

SuieIy, VI sweStuodIsS tOgethcI anu ooidii,
graver thoughts, too have we shared, for,
when your poor brother died away like a
frosted flower, wept as If had been his
sister nor can ever be so happy in this
world as to forget him. Tell me, my friend,
why are you here and why is your sweet
face SO CHASTITY
The heart ofthis unexpected visitor died
within her at these kind and affectionate
inquiries. For she had come on an er-
rand that was likely to dash the joy from
that happy countenance. Her heart up
braided her with the meanness Of the pur-
pose for which she had paid this visit but
that was only a passing thought for
was she innocent and free from sin, to sub
NIT, not only to desertion, but to disgrace,
and not trust herself and her wrongs, and
her hopes of redress to her whom she loved
as a sister, and whose generous nature, she
well knew, not even love, the changer of
so many things, could change utterly;
though indeed it might render it colder than
Of old to the anguish of female friend
ooh Mary, must speak-yet must
my words make you grieve far less for mo
than for yourself Wretch that l AMI
bring evil tidings into the dwelling of my
dearest friend These ribbands---they
are worn for his sake-they become well,
as he thinks, the auburn Of your bonny
hair that blue gown is worn tonight be-
cause he likes it t!--but Mary, will you curse
me to my face, when | declare before the
God that made us, that that man is pledged
unto NE by all that is sacred between NOR
toll onl that L h,u have ;,,v,
bosom written promises and oaths of love
from him who, was this morning told, is
in few days to be thy husband Turn
me out of thy hut now if you choose, and
let me, fyou choose, die Of hunger and fa-
tigue, in the woods where we have so often
walked together; for such death would be
mercy to me, in comparison with your mar
riage with him who is mine for ever, if there
be God who heeds the oaths ofthe crea-
lures he has made.
Mary Robinson had led happy life, but
life of quiet thoughts, tranquil hopes, and
meek desires. Tenderly and truly did she
love the man to whom she was now betroth-
ed; but it was because she had thought
him gentle, manly, upright, sincere, and
one that feared God. His character was
unimpeached-to her his behavior hadalways
been fond, affectionate, and respectful; that
he was a fine looking man, and could show
himself among the best of the country round
at church, and market, and fair day, she
saw and felt with pleasure and with pride.
But in the heart of this poor, humble, con-
tented and pious girl, love was not vo-
lent passion, but an affection sweet and
profound. She looked forwards to her
marriage with joyful seh ateness, knowing
that she would have to toll with her family,
if blessed with children; but happy in the
thought Of keeping her husbands house
clea. of preparing his frugal meals, and
welcoming him when wearied at night, to
her faithful, and aflectionate, and grateful
bosom.
AT first, perhaps, slight flush of anger
towards Sarah tinged her cheek; then fol-
lowed in quick succession, or all blended
together in one sickening pang, fear, dis
appointment, the sense Of wrong and the
cruel pain of dsestee ming and despisng
one on whom her heart had rested with all
its best and purest affections But though
there was keen struggle between many
feelings in her heart, her resolution was
formed during that very conflict; and she
said within herself, "Ifit be even so, neither
will | be so unjust as to deprive poor Sarah
of the man who ought to marry her, nor
will | be so mean and low-spirted, poor as
am, and dear as he has been unto me, as
to become his wife,"
While these thoughts were calmly pas
sing in the soul Of this magnanimous girl,
all her former affection for sarah revived;
and, as she sighed for herself, she wept
aloud for her friend. "Be quiet, be quiet,
Sarah, and sob not 50 as if your heart were
breaking. 1t need not be thus with you.
Oh! sob not so sair! You surely have not
walked in this one day from the heart ofthe
parish of Montrath ~ 81 have indeed
done so, and am as weak as the wreathed
snow. God knows, little matter ifI should
die away; for, after all, fear he will never
think of me for his wife, and you, Mary,
will loose husband with whom you would
have been happy. feel, after all, that l
must appear mean wretch in your eyes"
There was silence between them and
Mary Robinson looking at the clock, saw
that it wanted only quarter of an hour
from tho time of tryst. "Give me the
oaths and promises you mentioned out of
your bosom, Sarah, that may show them
fo Gabriel when he comes And once moro