Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-12-05
THE SYBiL'., SPELL.

Clara was a weIl-educated aud intelli-
gem girl, but romantic to an extreme.
IN her IDEAS Of honour, Of friendship, of
love, she vas an enthusiast, but IN her
observance OF them she vas faithful and
sincere. She was one ofthose sensitive
creatures that seem born like sweet bu,
transient flowers, when shed their fra
GRANGE and peri h in their youth. To a
heart like Clara's, love could not long be
a stranger, nor could it be a passive in
mate in her breast Her whole soul was
fixed on one object. Her wishes,
thoughts and actions, seemed to have
but n origin; but her love died, and
her happiness died with him. BY degrees
she grew more calm, but a settled mel
ancholy hung upon her heart, and her
spirit was utterly broken. Colonel NJ.
when-on the point Of leaving Spain, sug-
gesied to her father that change obscene
might in sumo degree divert her thoughts
from the dangerous channel which they
had taken, and proposed that she should
accompany his own family, to all of whom
she was very much attached. The offer
vas accepted, and she went to Ed
gland. The noise and geiety Of London,
however, i'll accorded with her wounded
feel ng , and sho felt gratlied at accom-
pany ng her friends into Lincolnshire.
As tho Autumn advanced, she used to
wander out alone; and day after day,
she would sit on Aukborough-blll to
watch the sun-rays fading over the sleep
ing waters, while sho lboaght of her own
bright Ia,d, with its mountains and its
streams sparkling and smiling III the
golden light of sunset. and of one who
was cold in his graz, e, and then she
would wee1 aud return in sorrow to her
home. Her beautiful form gradually
wasted away beneath the strong influ-
encc of these feelings, and she became
more and more welded to solitude. One
evening, as she was walking towards her
favourite spot, an old gipsey, who was
standing at the foot Of the hill, a~ccosied
her. The sybil had, no doubt, gained
from Col. Ms domestics some insight in
to tho poor girls history, and, as Clara
approached, she muttcred, in a low and
solemn tone---
"The maid who repairs to Aukborough-hiil
When the stars are out, and the winds are still,
Shall sec a form, and shall hear a voice
That viii make her sorrowing heart rejoice.
And IL her lover died in a distant land,
Lei her nuke three circles with her hand
On the geen grass turf, and look on the streams
That dance in the light Of the pale moon-beams
Let her is her gaze, and hold her breath,
And her lover will come from the realms Of death,
And IT with her when the winds are sill,
And the stars are out upon Aukborough-hin"
As she concluded; she drew towards
Clara, and said, Let me tell your for
tune, lady" She then went on her way,
and the maiden assembled the hill. A SUI
pers;itious feeling crept over her as she
reflected IN the words Of the gipsey,
which increased as the evening advanced.
Her thoughts were entirely engrossed by
them. The lowing Of the cattle as they
were driven home to their stalls, the tink-
ling bell hat called the scattered sheep
10 the patriarch of the flock, the chime
of the village clock, and the farewell
song Of birds, struck not upon her ear.
The distant trees that reflected their au-
tumnal tints on the bright waves; the quiz
ct heavens with their progeny Of clouds,
the valleys and hills and streams, wcro
not seen by her; she seemed like a stat-