The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1827-04-12

and even his opponents lamented the stern
policy that dictated his execution.
Bot there was one heart whose anguish il
would be impossible to describe. In hap
pier days and fairer fortunes he had won
the affections Of beautiful and interesting
girl, the daughter Of the late celebrated
Irish barrister. She loved him with the
disinterested fervor of woman's first and
early love. When every worldly maxim
arrayed itself against hin when blasted
in fortune, and disgrace and danger dark
ened around his name, she loved him the
more ardenty for his sufferngs. Since
his fate could awaken sympathy even of his
foes, what must have been the agony of
her, whose soul was occupied by his i'm
age: Let those tell who have had the por-
tails Of the tomb suddenly closed between
them and the being they most loved on
earth who have sat at its threshold, as
one shut out in a cold and lonely world,
whence all that was lovely and loving had
departed.
TO render her widowed situation more
desoate, she had incurred her fathers dis
pleasure by her unfortunate attachment,
and was an exile from tho paterna roof
But could the sympathy aud kind Offices of
friends have reached spirit so shocked
and driven in by horror she would have ex-
perienced no want of consolation, for the
Irish are people Of quick and generous
scnsibilities. The most delicate and cher
ishing attention were paid her by families
Of wealth and distinction. She was led in.
to society, and they tried all kinds Of oc-
cupatlon and amusement 10 dlsslpate her
grief, weon her from the tragical story Of
| her love, but II was oil IN vain There
are some strokes Of calamity that scathe
and scorch the soul that penetrate to the
vital seat Of happiness, and blast it, never
again 10 put forth bud or blossom. She
never objected TO frequent the haunts OF
| pleasure ; but she was as much alone there
as IN the depths Of solitude. She walked
about in sad reyeric, apparently uncon-
sclous of the world around her. She car.
ricd with her an inward woe, that mockcd
all the Establishments of friendship, anu
" needed not the song Of the charmer :.
charm be ever SO wiscly.'
The person, says the eloquent author Of
the Sketch Book, who told Inc her story,
had seen her at a masquerade. After stroll
ing through the splendid rooms and giddy
crowd, with an air ofutter abstraction, she
sat herself down On the steps fan orchcs.
ira, and looking about for some time with
vacant air that showed her nsensibihty
to the garisll scene, she began with the ca
priciousucss Of sickly heart, to worhle a
little plaintivo air. She had au exquisite
voice bnt on the occasion it was so sm-
pie, 50 touching it brcathed forth such
soul ofwretcheduoss that she drew a crowd.
mute and silent around her, and melted
every one into tc.rs.
The story OF one so true and tender.
could hut excite great interest IN n coun-
try remarkable for enthusiasm. 1t com.
plctcly won the heart of brave officer
who paid his addresses To her, and though
that one so true to the dead, could not bu,
prove aifectlonate to the living. She de
cllned his attentions. for her thoughts were
irrovocably engrosscd by the memory OIL
hor former lover. He solicited not her
tenderness but her esteem. He was as
sisted by her conviction Of his worth, and
her sense of her own destitute aud depcn-
dent situation, for she was existing on the
kindness of friends. In n word, he at
length succeeded in gaining her hand,
though with the solemn assurance that her
heart was unalteraby another's.
He took her with him to Sicily, hoping
ing that change Of scenc> might wear
out the remembrance of early woes. She
was an amiable and exemplary wife, and
made an effort to be happy one; but moth
ing could cure the silent melancholy that
had entered into her very soul. She vast
ed away in slow but hopeless decline, and
at last sunk into the grave, the victim OF a
broken heart.
1t was on this lady that Moore composed
the following lines
She is far from the land where her young
hero sleeps,
And lovers around her are signing;
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and