Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-07-14

and though YOU be mighty handsome, ] am
sure that you have no wings?' Rose smiled
at the simplicity of the urchin, and bidding
him to be seated for moment, retired to her
apartment, to write reply to the strange and
unsatisfactory note, which she had that day
received from Henry.
| AS she passed the mirror, she gave an arch
look, and said 10 herself, (" il when Henry
beholds me, he can Withstand such look as
that, shall give him up as absolutely inconi-
gble; shall set him down for a downright
woman hater. When she entered her apart
ment, she found seated at her escritoir, Maria
Hardy, who was busily engaged in writing to
friend Of hers; and with smile she pulled her
from the seat, and with rude laugh, handed
her Henry's note, for perusal Maria read it,
and throwing it down, the giddy girls INDUCED
in an immoderate fit Of merriment, and laugh
ed at the mournful and affected tones the wri-
ter uttered. I'll pay him for this, said Rosa
lind; I'll make him call and see me yet; I'll
triumph as certain as my name is Rosalind;
and if prose cannot affect him, will appeal to
the aid of pocsy. She then addressed to Hen
ry the following note.
| SATURDAY EVENING, APRIL "a, 1927.
My Dear Henry.-Yom excessively dull,
tedious, and affected note Of this morning, has
been handed me by your boy, to whom, by the
way, advise you to give decent pair Of pam
falcons, that the poor lad may be enabled to
look somewhat decently. As for your being
misanthrope, believe nothing of it, and have
not doubt, that you are as fond of the world
at this moment, as you ever were. You may
strive as hard as you please TO avoid me, but
vow you shall not be successful If after this,
you refuse to call upon me, shall seek my
own remedy; and know how can accomplish
al! my wishes. AS my prose has no effect up
on your feelings, will POLITICALLY invite you,
and here you have
THE INVITATION.
Oh come, with thy blue eyes of beaming,
Thou nameless one, whom love best;
| When the sunbeam Of crimson is streaming
Through the lattice that looks to the west:
| Oh come, when the birds with their singing
Fill every recess of the grove,-
| And such thoughts in the bosom are springing,
| AS kindle the spirit to love
| 0 come, where the elm-tree incoses
| He HiOSSy green scat III It's
And the perfume of bossoming roses
! Is borne on the breeze Of the glade;
| The streamlet is sparkling beneath us,
| The briar-cover'd banks are above,-
| Around are young lilies, and with us
Soft thoughts that speak to us loye
Oh come, for Affections are throngng
To darken my life to waste;
oh come, for my spirit is longing
The bliss of thy Dresence to taste!
Though dark 6isa ppointments have wrung me,
And though with my fate have strove,
| Whate'er were the arrows that stung me,
have found resource in thy love!
Oh come, for thy smiling has cheated
| The woes of my breast, and so well
| The darkness Of sorrows defeated,
That nought else on earth could dspel;
Without thee my being would wither,
And pleasure baublc would prove
| Forget not, my sweet, TO come hither,
And solace my heart by thy love.
| Now if after this, you can refuse to CRAFTY
my requests, sha give you up for lost man,
dead TO all the charms of beauty, and insensi-
BILE to the witchery of poesy. Good evening,
| Hal, and believe me yours. very truly,
| ROSALIND VILLARS
When Rosalnd lad folded the letter, and
given it the proper dire ction, she said to Maria,
"IfI am girl, will conquer in this expedition,
and if do not, then set me down for a down.
right ideot." :" II you do,' said Maria, with
smile, "my name is not Maria, and werc I
man, I would bet you thousand to one, you
are defeated" "We'll see about that" re-
sponded the good naturcd Rosalnd, and giving
the boy the letter, bade tho young Mercury
speed to the dwelling of his master.
In twinkling, the courier was at the door
Of his master, and in brcathless anxiety-for
he had already far exceeded the limited time
allowed him handedto Mr.O 'Connor the note
which had been written by the fair hand Of
Rosalind; and which he supposed contained
something to sooth the dull and wounded spir-
its Of his eccentric, and mysterious master.
As Henry read the note, and pondcred DER
the poetry, for the first time, within the last
five preceding years, smile played upon his
countenancc, and he seemed to be happy
but the feelings he enjoyed. were but momen-
tary, and hastily folding the letter, he badc
the lad make immediate preparations for his
departure, for, said he, I will no longer remain
in this accursed country where even the sweets
Of solitude arc not allowed me. 1t is true that
dwell with fondnoss on the memory Of Rosa
lind, love her as I do my souls salvation,
but what Of that! If commune with her, if
visit her, and swear TO her eternal fidelity. when