Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-12-23

from the pen of Anna Cook late Mrs. Beauchamp,
whose death was so tragical. They are said to be
letters written by Miss Cook at different periods o
her life, to an early friend Of hers residing in Mary
land, which have been collected by the husband Of
the lady to whom they are addressed, and are pu-
blished as genuine, and no doubt appears to be
tcrtained OF their authenticity. The following
tract from the trteenth letter will show speci-
men other talents writer:
"The deep interest you take in my welfare en-
dears you more and more to my heart and though
feel your advice is .ood and wholesome, | am ike
one under the influence OF charm that fascinates
his senses, and alluros him on to destruction and
death. The picture you have drawn OF chrisiani-
ty is indeed most glowing and beautiful, and might
have operated on my mind had il not been directed
into another channel by the perusal of sceptica
works of Hume, VoltaiIe, and Paine which that
monster, soon after our acquaintance commenced,
put into my hands, and the poison and novelty of
which, from the want of early religious inst ructiou,
| WINS too much inclined 80 relish. III ia error.
hope good aud merciIul God will pardon me-
Bat, my dear Ellen, do not ask me to forgive him
You caDno. feel the extent OF my wrongs, and the
magnitude ofmy suiierlnss. Every hour seems 10
.Hggrayate them. and 10 render them tenioli more
CALLING and hi ter He has married ano,her-the
EMMY plighttd to me-lhe one for whom he alan
ioned me, young. confdng, and doatiHg as was,
after reducing me To ri n and misery, by the most
shameless aud unmanly arts of seducon-and how
can forget such wrongs? Do they not perpetu-
ally haunt my imagination' Do they not, night
ana lay, ring in my ears? Do not feel them, in
the silent contempt aud scorn OF my fellow beings
No no! Any thing but that. My dear husband
seems to become more and more attached 10 me,
and to feel as wish him to feel bui from some new
cause, more and more indignant against the SLAYER
of my peace. You desire me TO "Iegard the past
as painful dream" On that could do so-that
could forget myself, him, every thiug-that my
crushed and b. used heart could cease to throb-
and that memory and life were ended forever.
painful dream it is not. No | turn to il as to a
living and horrible reality which gares before my
mind--which, like the deadly Siroc, witherS the
very springs Of thought, and almost prostraes the
powers ofmy intellect. | never .hnk Of il, (and
when is it do not y that do not feel touch
ed with madness. or afflicted with delirium. But
will not pause On ut IS too, too painful
You congratulate me on my marriage with Mr.
B--p and hope that ! viii PASS the remainder of
my life in tranquility ard hapIne How little,
my dear Ellen, DO you yet know OF you, lriend.--
Can marriage erase the deep and indelbIe stain on
my character, or make a malignant and envious
world forget the folly misfortune Of poor er,iny
woman: Can marriage restore me to what have
been-to the fame have lost. and 10 the feelings
possessed? Can marriage heal up the wide and
yawnins wounds ola laceraed aud tortured heart,
throw the mind the obvious W ters Of
Lethe Oh! No ! never. llappiness in this lie
is not COR me ; the dream has long since vanished-
Sorrow and pain, and modification are my portirn
here, aud though have a husband and II friend
who loves me, and w ON | love tenderly as
heart so bruised and broken can love, feel no joy
N his emhrace-no pleasure in his smile. The idea
bat l,e nls m q do Iei nnIu ~ fbv
me while with him, and while alone, feel .s if he
never could be proud Of one So ow---so abased and
so humbled and, as if I dill wrong TO unite my
unfortu ate destinies to him who had been so gen.
erous and so noble, and whose prospects of future
eminence and fame mi hi thus be destroyed forev-
er Happness-Oh! No. that is a name shall
never know again.
Your happiness, my friend, must be complete in
deed, to be surrounded, you are by such a group
oflovns and beautiful children. Does little Anu
grow rapidly, and docs she ever speak Of -;
but no-breathe not my name to her; tell her not
of my fate let me be to her one that has never
existed. Ellen, have strange ianc!es of late. |
nightly haunt the grave of my dear little child, on
which ST for hours, and weep and groan. had
planted at the head and foot two crimson rose
bushes, which have been waercd by my ears, and
which have grown up and spread their greeu foliage
the grave. The flowers were what are called
black, and loved to gaze their dark beauties
light, surprised to the color Of the flowers
OF much lighter red, resembling blood, and hang.
ing their withered heads to the earth What doe,
this portend Oh! that | was with my ch.ld-a,
rest--at rest"
The following is specimen Of the power of her
imag agination taken from another letter.
"It thought we were Sailing together, Colonel
$, in calm moonlight night, on n beautiful
lake, which seemed as clear aud trans as cry
stal the scene was peculiarly lovely rcposed
my head on his bosom the air famed my burnln.
forehead and waved aside my dark clus ering locks
delicious fragrance filed the air, and strains Of
more than earthly music Were waited to our cars.
! gazed on him madly-l was " wrapt in Elysiunl"
His very breath seemed to give me beng and his
SMILE sweet, gentle, difIused over my heart a
feeling of undying rapture. Suddenly, thought,
furious storm arose-the sky was darkened--,he |
waves rolled in mountain blows s-the lake yuwn.
ed beneath us-our little barque became the sport
of the wind and the waves, and heard voice |
that rent the armament, cry, You shall perish. !
caught him convusivey in my arms, and SAID,
will live aud jic together. Tie coldly threw me
Of, and saw by his side young female, whom he
tendery embraced, and who seemed to cling to
him for protection. | was horror s.ruck-I felt AS
ifcrushcd under the pressure of the carh-as if all
nature had conspired TO blast and destroy me- My
brain fire, and tlought my heart was a
mass of burning lava. dagger. all at once gilt
tered in my hand--I rushed upon him. and buried
"a 49, al. LII A.. r