Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-11-03

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body coniains-and yet" added he,
wiItiy, "'twas | that shed II" in = few
moments he became more composed land
began his story.
Tho events Of my boyhood pass
oyer-suiiice 1t to say, l lost my parents
at an early age, and was left to the care
of relation. received good edu-
cation, and knew sorrow but bv name
until mad attained my eighteenth year.
then began new existence, was in
love-yes! if ever man loved passion
a,cy--l intensely, | did. was singular,
romantic in my ideas, and Rosaie was
equally SO. | will pass over the few
happy hours Of our affection; they would
be- tedious, aud would not wis!. to bring
them to my mind too forcbly; she prom
iscd me her hand, and declared that
none but myself should ever possess it.
Oh! my friend, you are young; but be-
ware how you entrust your heart and
happiness into the keeping of woman!
it is this that has brought me to what
am; u wretched Outcast; a murderer! u
brnken-hearted, desperate beingp The
pcrspirution stood in large drops on his
forehead; after pause ofa moment he
continued:
Il was too much restricted by power
ty to marry-but believed that | pos
scssed talents which would place me be-
yond the reach of its effects; accord
ingIy embraced an offer from friend to
engage in trading voyage to the Ncs,
t. eli
my friends considered the climate would
restore my frame to its usual vigour. !
badc farewell to home and to Rosdlie;
that kiss! that farewell kiss, was our
last.
We were detained nearly year trad
ing TO different ports, and although had
written home every opportunity, had
never received an answer. 1t was with
such feelings of rap,ur"us joy which Ian
guage is incapable Of defining, that saw
our vessel fast approaching my native
land; thousand endcaring recollections
rushed on my mind; the thought tina, my
Rosalic was false, had never entered my
brain; would have blushed if it had
done so
1t was night when our boat landed me
at the wharf, and flew with beating
heart towards her dwelling.
forgot to mention the daggcr-l
purchased it with some other trinkcts on
account of its beauty, Il d had that day
carelessly put il IN my waIstcoat pocket.
There were lights IN front Of the
house and heard music-I wished to
see her alnne, and went TO tho garden
gate-every thing reminded me of the
blissful hours had passed. walked
towards the servants houses, intending
to get one Of them to carry message
TO Rose. The first one met bad often
carried letters between us - but she did
not recognize me until spoke, when
she exclaimed, &" o, Lord! Master Ed
gar is It you!-Mlss Rose is to be mar
ricd in half an hour" and burst into
tears. have often since been surpris-
ed at my own firmncss, for listened
camly to her tale!-'twas short-a
wealthy suitor had been proposed and
was accepted. asked if she could not
procure me an interview-that, she said
was impossible, but if would stand m
the passage l might see her as she pas
sed to the room Thi,her | went, and
as there was only small lamp burning,
| could not easily be discovered; heard
her laughing and talking gally in her
dressing rOom-strange feelings came
over me-a thousand lights seemed to
dance before my eyes, difficulty o!
breathing. and confused sensation Of
pain oppressed me-whcn | came to
myself, was leaning against the wall,
and my hand convulsively grasping the
dagger.
The door opened, and Rosalie with
several others, came into the passage-l
waited until she was nearly opposite to
me, when let fall the cloak with which
| had concealed my face, and exclaimed
edo you know me! Il am Edgar Leon
ard!"--She shrieked at the mention,
and buried my dagger in her bosom!"
lie paused-his countenance was liv-
id, and he bit his lip till the blood spout
ed on the table before him. After IA few
moments he became more composed,
and hastily swallow ing glass OF wine,
proceeded
81 remember nothing afterwards un-
til found myself in the strcet-my hand
felt stiff, and when held it up in the
moonlight, discovered that it was
blood-the truth flashed across my be-
wi!dered mihd--'twas Rosalic's life
blood! the dagger, too, looked dim
that too was stained with the blood Of
her, for whom, but one short hour pre-
vious to the fatal disclosure Of her incon-
stancy, every drop in my own veins
should have freely flwcd! knew no,
how | got there, but l was in the boat,
and | remember telling the men to land