Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-12-19

Heaven send you Oettcr luck Than you re
promised-an' n rough rode, ~porcupine
an q high tro,ten horse to all
your innimies. > And 50 saying, the old
concealed the cards ia some part
of hor dress, and hurried through the
haggcrd, muttering as soon as she passed
out Of hearing. There, why! may he
| didn't make you pay for your peepen,
for once. He has somethcn to think Of
now 10 keep his mind from harm; and
way
Nevertheless, Duke passes a gay
evening at an inn Of his native town, in
company with his old school fellow,
Pryce, and d%enounccs his anger very
literally against the inexorable father,
whom, he, Notwithstanding, next morn
ing sets otto conciliate.
1T was rather early when Dorgan
left the Inn where he passed the night;
that he was a little surprised to see a
considerable number of persons collect
ed around the door. They passed rap
Idly in and out Of the house, and a few
FASTENED across the fields in the direction
Of The village, while others passed them
after a hasty greeting, and seeming to
convey the tidings Of some important
event. On a sudden, while Dorgan con-
Iinued looking towards the open door, a
rushed from it, hurried through
the crowd, tore her cap from her head
and, while her long hair fell over her
shoulders, began to clap her hands, and
utter the most heart-Piercing screams
A terrible sensation lodged itself upon
the heart ofyoung Dorgan as he heard
this fatal song, which his memory M
bled him to recognise as the death-wa,l
Of his country. n
'He passed in without attracting any
notice from the crowds of persons, who
were too busy in hearing or telling the
circu distances Of the fearful occurrence
which had taken place, to suffer their
attention to be divided by the appearance
of a stranger. In the centre Of the
neatly furnished kitchen was a long deal
table, on which was laid the corpse, with
the clothes in which he had been found,
and all the awful appearances of the vio-
lent fate which he had undergone. The
gray hairs, matted and stiff, and the
wrinkled features distorted with the still
surviving expression of horror. and
frightfully dabbled in blood, remained
still! antou. hid, unchanged; al indication
that the coroner's inquiry was not yet
concluded. 1t vas in fact, at this mo-
ment~ proceeding in ali interior ROOM
A little girl is being examined when
Dorgan enters.
"Here the girl began to cry and
tremble, as il labouring under great
anxiety. I'll be kilt now entirely, she
said, { for there's one o. the mea that
murther'd uncle l%iss'nen to me- A gen.
eral exclamation Of establishment and
alarm broke from the circle at this ma
live declaration. The doors were clos
ed by the coroner's desire. and the girl
was asked to point out the person whom
she recognised. I'D be afeerd he'd
kill me- she said, weeping. DO not
fear it, said the coroner, taking her into
his lap, and patting her head, I'VE are
100 strong and too many for him. Where
is he, pet" There he is standen a.
nigh the table, in The sailors clothes. =
She pointed to Dorgan, who felt, while
her small finger III tremblingly directed
towards him, as if he were surrounded
by the phantonis of a hiGeous dream. -
He could scarcely believe that the fate
with which he had boen SO slngulnrly
threatened was in reality 10 be fulfilled
and he could do nothing more than cape
and stare around him, until the rough
hands of the two men present, grasping
his collar, and dragging him before the
%coroner's chair, convinced him that the
scene and the event we're directly the re-
verse of ideal. this is a serious
charge that is brought against you
young man. said the what is
your name? 'Dorgan,' was the reply;
have served in his majesty's navy and
have only arrived in Ireland the day be-
lore yesterday A murmuring Of re-
cognition passed among the people who
crowded the room, and one Of them
whispered to the coroner, who nodded,
as it in token Of assent. you knew the
deceased" he said, again addressing
Dorgan. 6 l did many years since. >
You owed him a spite, l believer Il
owe no man a spite. That is a towards
passion. He refused me the hand of
his daughter when l was very young,
and | confess my resentment against
him was strong; but | came home nov
with an altered spirit, anxious to see and
TO be reconciled to him. chose were
not, justice compels me to declare,' said
a voice behind Dorgan, . the sentiments
which heard you express towards him
Yesterday evening. In the parlour of