The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1827-07-05
THE CONSTANT VENETIAN.
'Tis sad history:--The maid was slain
by one who was her lover

The morning of that costly pageant, the
bridal of the Adriatic. had arrived-the
dark canals of Venice were deserted, and
the whole population of the city were gid-
ing over the sea. The ocean breezes were
soft and refreshing. The banners of the gon-
dolas fluttered gaily in the air. and all was
blithe and beautiful. Near the state-vesselS
of the Dogc, f1oated the barge ofthe Duke
de Faurni, but the eye of the multitude was
not turned to him: his daughter-the last re-
naming prop of his house-thc beautiful
Rosine-the bright flower of the Republi.
can States--occupied the attention of those
around her.
Rosline was. at this period, entering her
eighteenth year-the time when the females
Of the south yossess that peculiar beauty.
which unitps The vivid loveliness of youth
with the matirer grace of womanhood; hers
were the true Italian embellishments: the
vermllion lps--the clear brown cheek, over
which the damask tinge rested--the dark
flashing ewes, bespeaking heart formed for
devoted love, mingled with an enchanting
maiden delicacy. to which often the Vcne-
tian females are stmngers-these were the
few gems of worth The observer could at Fl st
discover; the renainder g'ittered in the
souls casket. But Rosline's love-her first
love--and what love is so fervent as that ot
ycuth9 was given; and the hearts affection
of one, whose VOWS were to her the world
alone she could breathe, she received. Who
then wondered that the beautiful girl gazed
not ON the scene before her--that the mu-
sic's strain was unheard-and the showy
spectacle was to her insipid' Surely no one;
the man who p5sses ssed her love was by her
side--and in his presence, the worlds pleas
ure and the ciy's gaiety we're tasteless.-
The Youngest son of noble British family,
possessed of hikh personal and mental beau
tv, the inheritdr of relatives princcly for
tune, aspred t, the hand Of Rosline, and
became her accepted lover-her betrothed
husband
On the sparkling bosom of the sea there
now re'gned an unbrokcn silence; the Doge
pronounced the well known sentences, and
| the glittering ring fell; then the loud clar-
ions, mingled with the shout of countless
voices. Iynt the air the asse mbled gondolas
dispersed, and the living tide once more en-
tered the CITY. Tie vows of attachment
tho hurried accents ,fthe glishman-were
again listened to. and prolonged-until the
rilded bark arrived at the marble steps OF
the Dukes palace.
The entertainment given that evening by
the Duke exceeded, in splendour and mag
niicence, the banquet of the Doge on the
preceding morning. But amid the beautiful
and noble females who graced the mansion,
Rosline shonc conspicuous; wandering with
her lover through the long colonades, IN
which dim twilight reigned; or. encircled
bv his arm, and minglng in the festive
|dance, she was alike an earthly Paraalse.---
But. alas, it was doomed to be transient,
ileeting, and decaving'
The clock of St. Mark tolled the third
hour of morning ere the guests departed;-
Steinford pressed the lips of Rosline once
more. and repeated the heightened adieu-
ever and anon castinga lingering glance as
she crossed the corridor to her apartments
tt was at that moment messenger arriv-
ed at the palace, bearing letter tor tine
Enrlishman, which he said required his I'M
mediate perusal; it was from his native Isle
from his brother in it he SAID their father
Law on his death bed, and desired to see hi
i.st horn before life was ended; the lette'
. concluded with an earnest WISH TOT oteih
ford's instant return to England.
With the speed of lightning. he placed
; the nacket in his bosom, and strobe across
the gallery, leaving the courier alone, ant
surprised at his vehemence. His frantic e.
nunciation of their parting excited deep ter
ror IN the breast of Roslinc, as he entered
her apartment. No lamp burned in th'
, room. and the faint rosy tinge which gleam
) ed in the east threw pleasing light on thu
snowy pillars and silken draperies.
"Dearest Rosline, we must part" lie re
a peatetl in trembling tone; "but wili re
turn again."
, "Never-never," said Rosline, in lo'
Y whisper; Steintord, know full well tn
character of you northern men; here,
hold YOU in a silken cham Z; there, ITS ink
!, will seyer-absence anuuls the strongest tt
= Of love-"
"Rosline, dearest Rosline," he returned
). elf YOU value my future peace OF mind, tai
a not in such strain. Can you distrust my at
= tachment?''-and he pressed her to nj
k heart as he spoke-'may you be avenged
= l forsake you Sweet one' doubt not m
TRUTH
y "Henry," exclaimed Rosline, disengag'n
herself from his embrace, "the Origins
= Of this" (and she drew from her bosom n
'i picture) "shall never cease to occupy m
heart"
e 81 swear by the bright beams OF that m
Y ing sun, that life itself shall tail to anlma
u u my frame, before my love for thee shall
st quenched." :.
a ,o "Holy Nary she continued, bending b.
:. fore the image Of the virgin; "reglster, II
,s vow. And now Stemford," she added, "ioe
II. on this scene once again; morning has crin
soned the oceM, and the fresh air waves u
lo,rY,e .n the halcOny. WEcn