Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-05-09

friends he was the only one to whom |
ever impaired the secret of my attach
ment to Fanny. He abused that conf
dence to supplant me ia her affection -
Add must bow in degrading and hu-
initiating resignation to the wrong' No,
rather let me perish. Cursed be the
coward whose arm faulters in a just re-
venge. With imprecations on my riv-
ais head, fled the habitation.
All idea of my journey was now BAN
ished from my mind. My every thought
was devoted to revenge-my heart was
a furnace of exasperated passions-my
blood boiled for vengeance. Retiring to
my room l whctted my dagger and re-
loaded my pistol. 81 will mar his mirth," F"
said to myself. "I will burst upon him
in the midst Of his anticipated heaven,
like an unexpected .abelino." And let
not mistaken picty denounce all human
vengeance as unrighteous. The serpent
is crushed in the earth because ofhis guile
that converted the bloom of Eden into a
wilderness of wo; and so should the
demon still be crushed, when forsaking
his reptile shape, he assumes the human
form, and spreads over the paradise Of
the heart q wintry desOlation. Reader,
when you shall love as | have loved, and
be supplanted by wretch calling him
self your friend, but whose smiles are
the very fend's arch mock" then will
you be ready to exclaim with me,
Who'll sleep in safety that has done this wrong"
know not how the time rolled of,
but nightfall had now come on. Dress
ing myself in apparel suitable for the
wedding, thther l went, sternIy deter
mined to "speak daggers" to the bride,
and use them on the trcachorous author
of my misery. The party was assembled
and the nuptial hour was almost arrived.
The bridesmaid was placing the last'fow-
er in the BRIDES head, and as she turned
it in the shining curl, heard her dis
tinctly singing the beautiful verse by Mrs.
Hemans:
Z" Bring flowers, bring flowers for the bride to wear,
They we're born TO blush IN her shining hair,
She is leaving the place o' her childish birth,
She has bid farewell to her Fathers hearth;
LEX place IS now by anothers side,
Bring flowers Tor the locks OF the air young BRIDE.
The long parlor was splcndidly ilumin-
atcd. The silver chandelier suspended
in the centre, threw around brilliant
light which the mirrors augmented by re-
Election, whilst the warm flashes that
glanced from the sparkling eyes Of the
laughing girls, added to the blaze, and
made the room glow with the lustre of
Of the skies. The light Of Heaven was
there. And merrimcnt was there. The
young voices mingling in sprightly con-
versation were so many separate tones
ofmelod y-and mirth was in all-all was
gladness, and to those whom despair had
not rendered impenetrable to Joy. it was
sweet to look upon the innocent faces
and to witness the unaffected vivacity
that prevailed. Once l should have en-
joyed the scene, but the chord in my bo-
som that might have vibrateG in unison,
was now snapped asunder, and amidst all
the splcndor, and gaiety, and joy, that
cncirc!ed me, my heart retained its mid
night darkness, still brooding over its rd-
in, and nourishing its gloomy wrath. 1
mixed not with the joyous company, but
retired to the remotest corner ofthe room,
and folding my arms, impatiently waited
the coming Of the bridegroom and his
bride, when might take, even at the al
tar Of Hymen, that sanguinary vengeance
which despair prompted and my wrongs
justified. They soon came. There was
sudden silence in the hall--I raised my
eyes, and the happy couple were stand
ing on the floor, their attendants arrang-
ed on either side. The whole company
pressed forward to look at the fair young
bride. Never had one shone so bcauti-
fnl--nevcr had Fanny appeared so love-
ly to my eye as then. Her countcnancc
seemed ilumined with unearthly anima-
tion--a silk veil cast thin shadow over
its brightness, like milk white cloud
floating before the evening star. She
blushed, and the carnation on her cheek
shone like the gancng sunbeam on +" the
hill of Benlomen." Her tresses were
blacker than the ravens wing--thcy roll
ed down her neck and spread upon her
ivory shoulders. Formed by the hand
Of elegance, her figure wore the perlec-
ton Of human symmetry--she was the
statue Of Medici, animated to life by the
warmest, brightest fires of Heaven, ex-
hbiting a constellation Of beauty where
every charm mingled its light in one un-
bounded blaze. gazed upon her, and
the recollection Of former tines came
rushing on my soul. I thought Of the
many evenings that had spent with her
in this same hall under happier circum-
stances of the many protestations Of