Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-05-19

IL Is enough, Orol. Thou coulds
not love thy father, more than Chillan low
cd and honoured its chief. II has been fol
the love you bore him, and the bravery
you have inherited from him, that ha.
raised youI name among the chiefs o.
these mountains and vallies.-Heaver
speed thee onward to glory. But thou
dost not love me Orol."
Almanac, thou knowest do.
have ever loved thee. Even in my boy.
hood; thou didst win me. OF wouic
my father call US hi.' children as we were
playing around him. "Orol," he would
say, "take Almanca's band. 1t shal
one day be yours" Even then wor.
shipped thee, as thou didst turn thy
blushing cheek away from me-. And
now thou sayest love thee not Be-
lieve me, Almanac. I arm not changed
But lo"k yonder See st thou that brigh,
light streaming up over tho moun,ai
crags' = Last night as ! wandered near
wood alone voice told me / saw not
from whom it came) that my father lived
yet, imprisoned in mountain cave
"The mountain height" it said and !
heard it no more. o, if my father lived
to lay thy hand IN mine, and call US his
children again, this very night, Aimana-
ca, thou should'st be my own. But let
US hence-these night dews are heavy
and cold"
~
Another day was drawing to close
Orol was sitting alone by the side of a
strean that dashed from a neighbouring
mountain by his cottage. He had been
roaming on the hills, looking around on
the peaceful hamIels, and villages, over
which his father once held dominion,
and gazing on the goodly scenes of his
own native country.
In all the wide world there are not
such delightful prospects, such .pictur-
esque and romantic scenery, as may be
found among the mountains and vaies
of Chillan. In one direction may be
seen numberless hills covered with for
ests, gently rising, and as gently descen-
ding, extending in successive undulatIons,
far as the eye can reach. In another
direction may be seen The towering An
des, whose sides are variegated with
crags and beetling cliffs, and dark woods
and whose snOw-capt submits seem to
bear up the vaulted arch of heaven. In
another still, far as the sight can extend
may be seen the blue waters OF the Pa
ciic, seeming to hang on the borders Of
the sky, like broad rich curtain of ma
fnra,a richest UarnisbiOU
Long had 1rol sat gazing on the an
cry waters OF the stream, watching some
times the Sportive bubbles as they curicd
in the eddies before him, then passed
away from his sight forever G. Pass
ont" he cried" Pass on! unheeding
stream. l am wearied with gazing on
the playful currents. o, my father!
Dost thou live! Something whispers
me thou dost. But It cannot be. o, l
was once thy own loved boy thou
art gone forever and YEARLY pass my
days-,hose days which would have been
my happiest if thou hadst lived and loved
me as thou vast wont. o, my father!
thou art gone to the sky-the light-yes
the sun vert thou among the chiefs of
ChilIan. Terrible, vert thou, my father
yet lovely. The children of these
mountains acknowledged the brave On
gGlmo as their father, and they were
happy.-But the murdcrers came, and
thou, my father, thou vert no more. q,
I am weary--come sleep and close these
heavy eyes"-Orol leaned his head gen.
tly away on the green turf, and dream
ing slumber came over him. The mild
breeze of summer played sweetly around
him while he lay dreaming of his once
loved parent, and smiling amid scenes OF
visionary bliss.
esprit Of the sky, protect him."
whispered one who had been listening to
the plants Of the youth. 1t was the
beautiful Almanac, the only being on
earth that shared in Orol's love. She
came near him, not to disturb him in his
repose, but to scatter wild flowers around
his grassy couch, and smooth his cur
ling locks on his brow. She again with
drew, and from her hover watched his
peaceful slumbers.
=" Valient OroI!" cried the blushing
girl as she gazed on the young chief
-",may God bless thee, for thy fiial
tenderness. Well may the chiefs OF
Chillan, honour thee, for thou art pat
tern Of thy iather's nobleness. Vel
may thy enemies tremble when thou
walkest forth IN thy might and majesty,
for thou art god-like, and the children OF
the mountains and vallies are smitten
down by the lightning Of thine eye
Well may the daughters of Chillan, call
thee comely, when thy dark locks are
tressed on thy brow, and the dimplng
smile plays on thy cheek. Sleep on-
may the Spirit Of earth and heaven pro-