Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-05-03

could not but weep over him. How
much he has already suffered. and
how much he must hereafter endure
lie secs those who once waited on his
smile, now scornfully pass him by
he reads contempt or pity in those
countcnanccs that once brig ghcnc d
at his approach he finds himself shun-
ned, neglected, or ridiculed, where
his Iightcst word was once heard With
attention. All this he must bear, and
who will not acknowledge that pun
ishmcnt follows the transgrcssor9 II
ought 10 every where; il invariably
does among the descendants of the
Pilgrims. Rank may, in governments
less pure and popular than ours, Sc
cure the scmblancc Of respect to the
IN" or'hy. a lord, though drunk. is
still lord, and parasites may ilattcr
him, and servants attend him. But
the spontaneous esteem, confidence,
and applause of our free, independent
and intelligent citizens. cannot be obs
tanned by a degraded and worthless
character.
The morning exhibited all the calm
ncss. and beauty. and gladness, that
usually pcrvadcs the summer sky, the
day ahcra violent thunder shower has
cleared the atmosphere Of all impure
yapors. The birds then sing their
gaycst notes, as if congratulatng each
other that the storm has 80 happily
passed by. There was rrcshcr green
on the trees and fcIds--a serenity ia
the deep blue sky, picturing, as we
may imagine, the rcposc Of the spirit,
after the storms Of earth are ended.
and it rests beneath the shade Of the
tree Of life. But amid all this beauty,
JOY, and peace, there came a momcn-
TO Of mans mortality. The sound Of
tho funeral knell from the village spirc
fell more monrnful than usual on the
ear. contrastcd as it was with the re-
joicing Of nature.
'It is the burial Of Mrs. Murray."
said Mr.. CoIvin, to stranger who ad-
dressed him with an inquiry. Poor
l.ncy! she will find the grave refuge
from suffering"
"Was it she who was once called
Lucy Marsh?" inquired the stranger.
"Thc samc.'
The stranger was much ngiiatcd.-I
81 saw her once" he remarked, lust
before she was married. She was the
most beautiful human being ever be.
held. | heard that her husband had
laiied-that he was intcmpcratc-and
my 'urney through the village was
induced by curiosity to learn the stu.
alton Of that lovely woman. | confess,
hoped should tiud that her husband
was 10 morc.'
You would probably then feel in
tercstcrcsted TO learn some particulars
Of her fate" said Mr.. Colyin.
The stranger bowed.
You observed you had heard of
the failure Of James Murray" conti;-
ued Mr.. Colyin. :" His father was m,
intimate friend, and once did me
signal service; and wished to express
my gratitude by showing kindness to
the son; so ! established James and
his family in house Of my own. This
building adjoined one IN which lived
man who had once been an adlnircr off
Lucy Marsh.'
There were many such, lprcsumc,'
said the stranger.
= Her beauty was doubtless much
admired" returned MIR. Colvin, "but
John Russell, as understood. had
sanguinc expectations of obta ;ning her
hand, and had she never seen James
Murray, would probably have been
successful. Poets may celebrate the
omnipotencc of Cupid, but from obscr-
vatlon am inclined to believe that,
in at least one half Of the matches, pro-
plnqmy, has quite as much influence
as the arrows of tic blind god. But
Mrs. Murray loved her husband truly
aud undoubtedly, and cxcep,in. occa-
sional starts Of passion or petulcncc
when intoxicated, he was, til his mind
became innamed with Jealousy, a most
ailectionate husband. This jealousy,
excited by triGing circumstance, is a
sad excmpltiicaiion of that alienation
of reason which is often caused by in.
temperance. Men seem then pos
sessed with the spirit Ct demons; rage,
envy. hatred, and they delight in in
illcung misery. | have said the house,
IN which this unfortunate family rcsd-
ed, ad Joined that Of Mr.. John Russell.
His was a very elegant dwelling, tol