The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1827-10-18

my object--let her wealth be once secured in
my iron hand--and my shame for aught car
ed might be trumpeted TO the uttermost ends
of the earth. But ill then--tlI that decisive.
that irrevocabIe moment, it beloved that.
all should wear the aspect Of inteGritv-tIIat
all should run smooth as the unruified sea.
covered my hypocrisy with the sembIance of
virtue, as the ashes Of the dead are covered
with flowers, and crawled, like tho viper, I'M
der cover, the better to entrap my prey.
That no evil report might ,injure my fepiI-
tation tilI'that time / had Mary sent off about
ten miles to a small coIilItFy house on the
banhS Of the Forth. There fhe sorrows Of
that unhappy girl became more pungent-she
felt the misery Of loneliness. Deprived Ofmv
sisters society and mine--and the last strange
to say, she priced above all Other-her heart
became more desolate and broken. She wrote
me letter; the paper was stained with tears,
and every word breathed unutterable Attic
ton. 1t imploFed me to take compassion on
her wretchrd state, and fulfil the promises
solemnly made: II know that you are adj
dressing another, hut if she has the spirit Of
woman, never will she listen to you. after
what you have done to me-"
Such were the condong lines of her letter
and they fired me. to revenge. Suspicion low
cred upon my heart, and the thought came
upon me that they were. a prelude Of dis
covery. And must my plans be thus thwart-
ed by that wretched girl Must aefortune be
torn away from, my grasp p Shall she unyeil
to my affianced bride what for. a time must
remain in darkness for what to ruin
me--to blast my dearest hopes without ben
eftting herselfln The evil passions were
stirred mp within me-hell boiled in my boz
som. and was wroughtto an extacy Of mad-
ness. For haff day remained in t1mult
of passion Towards evening it ceased toex-
hibit itself on the outer man, but ragged with
in more intensely than ever.
Yes, | remember it well. This day--and
twenty years have rolled away sat by the
fire moody and distracted, and meditating APP
parently, some bloody deed. My sister sat
opposite to me. She was employed at her
needle, hut while she sewed, her blue eyes
streamed with tears, and ever and again she
cast at me looks of the deepest affection. MY
dear brother, has any thing occurred to dis
tress your Numbered out, Silence! dis
tract me not in voice which made her
start backward with horror: and striking my
hand violently against my burning forehead,I
left tie room. and mounted up stairs to my
bed-ctamber small Highland dirk hung
family for ages. put it in my pocket, almost
portentious speed. Eliza met me as was 60
ing out. She put her slender arm in mine,
and requested me in voice of melting ten
derness TO stay at home, for that was evil
IDENTITY very unwell. With brutal violence I
pushed her aside, and rushed out into the open
air.
The evening was fair, beautifully fair. The
sun was sinking down glorously, and mel
lowing nature over with his last departing
beams; but remarked it not. saw moth
ing---I heard nothing A tumult was in my
heart; my ears were stunned. and / hurried
over the earth with reckless fury. Night
came down, and I found myself at Mary's
door. entered, but she was not within. She
had gone out to- walk by the banks of the
Forth.
went to find her. Her lovely and interest
ing form was seated upon rock which over
looked the stream. WhenI came there, she
was in tears; but she threw her arms around
me. and kissed me with unspeakable fondness
How romantic was the scene Ohow unfit
for deed Of villany The moon was up ip
the vault of heaven.--The firmamen. was sill
vered DER with her chaste beams, and the
light of the planets lost in a food of pale and
celestial glory. How beautifully were the
rays reflected by the stream that murmrr-
ed amid its rocky channel, and gave forth
melancholy music, which was the only sound
which disturbed the unbroken calm of nature!
Could crime linger here ? Gould vice pollute
such scene with its accursed presence
Cruel base was the deed. Was there no
bolt of heaven tor consume my coward heart!
While she chung to my bosom and called me
her own--while heEmelting eyes were thrown
SO expressvely on my savage countenance---
yes, the deed was then done----done at mo-
ment when any heart but that of demon
would have been dsarmed. / drew slowly
the dagger from my pocket, and-my spirit
shudders while relate it---stabbed her in the
back A shrek, and she fell to the earth.
% don't destroy me! William, William,
that was cruel stroke. Spare me; do not
kill me do not kill my poor unborn babe =
She chung to my knees. but spurned her a.
way, and she again fell exhausted. There
was no time to be lost. laid violent hands
upon her, and pitched her over the rock.
heard her rustling among the branches whieh
opposed feeble resistance to her fall and
then dash among the waters, and feeble
cry---and all was silent"
To be continued.
From tie London Morning Hsreka.
MADRIp. Aug. H.
LETTER FROM SPAIN.