Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-09-17

crune! mere Is u sacrlIlce oneieu i0' '"S
greatest sinner and it but requires faith in his
blood, who suffered on calvary--."
"Cease!" cried voico from the roof OF
the cavern, "pollute not this humble cell with
your canting hypocrisy''
looked up and beheld hammock siispen-
ded above my head, where it appears the her
mt's companion had retreatcd on my first
entrance and thus had escaped my observa-
ton.
"Call not" answered I, s'the sublime doc
trnes of christianity by so harsh a name-dash
not the cup of consolation from the lips Of thy
perishng friend Reason, as well as Revela-
ton teaches us that there is another and
better world, and we have no reason to believe
that any thing unclean can enter those Pearly
gates which enclose the spirits ofthe just made
perfect. How shall the wicked approach his
presence who is all purity and holiness' God
obhorrcth iniquity; and none are righteous on
the face fthe earth-God alone is good, and
if he IN condescension, has granted us the
means Of being purified and made fit to enjoy
his blessed presence, oh, cast not away the
precious hope. Let not the blood of Jesus be
split in vain"
"Talk not TO US of hope" cried he, start
ing from his couch and Indignantly fixing his
eyes upon mine-"We are in love with misery,
we glory in despair, and 10 bo happy would be
sacrilcge; we owe a debt Of anguish to those
whom we have injured, and our sorrow is our
consolation"
Horror struck at the wlldness Of his manner
the deep settled gloom Of his countenance
and the hopeless despair implied in his words
I gazed silently on the phrehzied wretch before
me.
He was Young in ye lrs, but old in experience
and his unearthly appearance filled me with
awe. But his fixed eye began TO waver.
There was something in ny countenance which
seemed TO bo associated in mis- mind with I'M
pleasant recollections, and he turned from mo
with ahollow groan. At length. partly re-
covering hlmself he approached me again and
looked earnestly in my face. My friend,"
'Indeed." said I, 81 have no recollection of
you"
His frame trembed and he in vain attempt
ed to speak, "Wil YOU abide with US until
mornng?" said he.
81 wll!'' was the reply.
"'Till then, farcwell'' sa id he, and stagger-
ing TO ono Of the heather beds, threw himself
upon it.
The hermit had been silent witness Of the
whole scene, and now spread before me
humble repast and sat by my side. absorbed in
reflection until had finished, when he offered
me Williams hammock to reposc in for the
night ascended it, but TIE mysteries con-
nected with my present situation had so far
excited my curiosity as TO Danish sleep rom my
eyelids. In about half an hour the old hermit
took the taper in his hand and approached the
hammock fsigned sleep. lie regarded
me moment; and, Judging from my long
breathing and lisless manner that was indeed
locked in the arms of Morpheus, slowly advan-
ced TO nook in one corner Of the cave, and
took from thence a scroll Of drawing paper
Having placed the taper before 1t, he knelt
down watched his movements narrowly
he slowly unloed it, when the features of the
pale ghost who had so often haunted my sum-
bers and had become indelby fixed on my
memory. burst upon my view. could not be
mis,aken-the painting was elegantly finished,
and il was an exact delincaton Of her fine
form, her deep expressive eyes, and the golden
locks seemed TO wave before my view, as when
behcld them, on the night rcposed on her
lonely grave
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