Northern star, and Warren and Bristol gazette. [volume] (Warren [R.I.]) 1826-1830, 1826-11-11
90 arsa r. q Satuaay A. 1926 TNo

occupied BY these tall trees. a .fsw
bright corhfelds might be observed by
any person standing on the sufrounds
ing heights. Uponthe other side ofthe
ssream, and even down its inaHgn. The
vines wildly hung their festoo6s. and
displayed their Injurious fruit The
Mild rose dipped its branches 10 the
stream and the myrtle htooped its
form over the bank, and looked down
upon its own fine scented blossoms re-
6eeted in the water. While Captain
brearden WINS at his sport Of angliug,his
eve was attracted by a red bifd enjoy
ing ITS bright plumage amongst the
light branches Of a yellow rose-tree.
AT that moment the soft tones Of n
flageolet, wsrbline out wild prelude,
came from among the vines. Drearden
instantly fixed his attention to the deli
cate note and even the bright bird
checked its chaltering aud appeared 10
listen. A voice, richer in tone than
ever belonged to glorious 3lEk eye
ed Hours singing amidst the groves Of
Mahomets paradise, took up The notes,
and added grace TO pretty words, ar.
ranged TO favouritc Spanish love-seng.
Immediately the voice ceased its meio-
dy Dreafden forced himself through
the entangled branches Of the vines,
until he came TO a pomegranate tree
NJ the foot of which reclined the lively
singer. :
Il was Rose Raimonde. Her small
feet were just perceivible under ker
light silk petticoat-her round arm and
ros cate tipped fingers rested upon a
large yellow sbawl--a short blue jack
ct displayed the contour of her neck
and bust, and her bright hair was braid
ed and confined by long gold pin al
the topof her head, which was else
uncov cred. Around her neck was a
ribbaul, to which she had attached her
flageolet.
As soon os Rose perceived the in
tru,ier, she started up, blushetl at know
ing the stranger must have heard her
song, and hastily flung her cloak aroul d
her. .
Nay lady. said Drenrden, taking of
bis silver hound fofag'ng cap, ai,hous h
| must, indeed, apologize for The ab-
rupiness Of my appearance yet trust
you will allow me, who am no nro IN
sweet sounds, 10 tender my need OF
praise TO ono who can Without chuit,
discourse such eloquent musick.
We have before said'ihe winds were
rough, and the clouds moving in the sky
A, his moment distant sound OF NUT
tcrins thunder trcnbled along the tol 5
of the high mountains. Q that hose
Rainonde had taken il as warning,
and turned f. ON Drcarden forever!
Nv voice. is weak and my sk'il but
simple, sir, said Rose, timoroiSly.--
canLot be annoyed at gentleman $
crossing my path. But my father VIII
be looking ont for me. and mast away:
trust, lady. said Drearden, you Will
allow me 10 ;,sk whether behold the
fair aulhorcss of that sweet song!
Here thunder gave a louder notice OF
its approach, and few heavy drops OF
rain splashed lie richly eoloured vine
leaves.
No sir, said the sweet girl in answer,
learned it of Spanish lady-Out l
must be gone: The clouds cause ii
deeper shade amongst the vines, and
the tops OF the chesinuts are restless
4 storm is coming on--excuee NE, SIT.
added Rose, moving away.
Indeed fair stranger. said Drearden,
poiutedly, 1 did not perceive the dark
clouds; | was engaged in lookIng at the
floyely sun. But answer me one ques'
lion and will not stop your Path tor
an instant Is your fathers abode taI
frum this spot
Yes sir, answered Rose, Wrapping
her cloak more firmly round her, 1t Is
at the father end Of the wiley, ant
close 10 the convent, whose cross Is vis
lille above the tops Of the acacias.
! Nay. then, fair one, my gallahtry mus
excuse my boldness. il would DC
disgrace TO an English officer, 10 let
llsiy trip it so far alone lard especial,
when storm IS muttering.
Rose caught at the words "pn Eng
l;,b officer" and at last, without an.
strong objection on ber part, Drear
den walked by her side. During tn
a walk, Dresrden managed TO make III
oons ersation agreeable and interesting
| He gained from the simple hearted gil
that she was the only cbrh Of an Eng
l;sh gentleman who had formerly hel
A a rank in the army, and lost his vile !
. British India buring the time OF TipP
ssib. And also, that Mr.. Raimond
I, threw up his commission inmediatel