Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-09-06

| 81 anccs or impulse. She separated her
self from the friends she loved so much,
and removed from the dangerous inilu-
cnce Of Weston's attractions. The part
ing pressure of the hand-so fcrvent-
SO speaking,-the earnest and implorIng
glance with which he begged her soms-
times TO think of him, as he should ever
Of her: all these and train OF similar
thoughts were resolutely punished from
her mind, for Helen knew that memory
was dereitlul and dangerous, as it was
delightful, and she was bent on the con-
quest Of herself. In the comparative
isolation of her present situation, she
found many moments which she would
gladly have given To the indul gcnce OF
remembered pleasures. Many twilights
recalled those, when one very dear walk
cd quietly by her side, or breathcd
thoughts Of deep beauty in her attentive
ear. His voice mingled with the tones
Of her piano,-his pencil traced charac-
ters Of peculiar grace on the paper be-
fore her,-he had so entwined his image
with every event, every circumstance
that was delightful in rerospection, that
she sometimes almost despaired of feliect-
ing her object.
A year passed, and she was again
with her friends; perhaps her counte-
nance was less animated than in former
days, as her person was evidently was
ted by mental suffering; yet the cheerful
smile was ever ready for her friends,
and if there was an effort, it was not
evident.
And so Rose Elwyn has arrived at
last. had almost despaired of seeing
her, she has so long delayed her visit;
she will probably be with Us tonight, and
] understand she is accompanied by Ed
mund Weston as bridegroom elect
AS Mary-Ann made this forced remark,
she did not look at Helen, who sat quiet
ly netting by her side, aud who made no
sort Of reply. Curiosity at length over
came her delicacy, and she raised her
eyes to Hclcn's face. Pale as ashes,
she set like statue, her eyes fixed stead
fastly on Mary-Ann, as if she would read
I her soul: Dearest Helen, you are i'll!
let me do something for you; let me do
something,' cried her cousin, now seri-
ously alarmed;- but Helen did no; move
or speak:-she smiled at last, but such
Il smile! So sad; so full Of wo. At length
deep drawn sighs and repeated sobs an
nounced returning consciousness, and a
heavy gush Of tears gave relief to her
overcharged spirit: it was the last evil
dence Of weakness, and this was Of the
frame rather than Of the soul.
Imagination has never pictured love.
lier being than Rose Elwyn. Her tiny
and graceful form scarce veiled the more
beautiful spirit, and in the deep blue Of
her large melancholy eyes, there was
world Of thought and heart Her voice
was melody itself, aud though she spoke
but little, what she said was always full
Of sweetness and gcntIeness. The tint
on her cheek was not so deep as the
blushing rose, ,and i: was ever coming and
going with the<changes of her soul; u
beautiful being she was to gaze on; to
worship as the embodying Of beauty;
and to weep over as one gazed, that SD
fair form was so evidently vanishing
from earth. As Helen looked OH her,
she did not marvel that W eston's whole
heart was given to her; and though she
felt crushing Of the spirit as she saw
the well known fascinating smile, and
heard the soft tones of well remember
ed voice, the lowering form whose anx-
ions affection anticipated the slightest
wish; when she saw all this bestowed on
another, and felt his altered manner to
herself, she quelled the rising of resent
ment, she buried deeper the memory Of
wrong. They do not know the heart Of
woman, who believe Helen had, or ever
could, argue herself into Indifference for
Weston. Hers was better feeling. ~
She had disciplined her spirit to look
calmly on his union with another; to pro-
mote it, if in her power; she had over
come the pride of an injured woman, and
the principle on which she acted, for
bade her TO punish the offender.
Weston was thoroughly deceived byI
the calm and friendly manner in which
Helen interested herself in the prospects
of The lovers, if the feeling Of remorse
had ever visited his bosom for the de-
ception he had practiced on her mind, it
was completely banished. 'She could
not do thus, il she had ever loved me,
he thought: but he knew not female
heart Rose Elwyn was portionless, and
though Weston's fortune was sufficient
for his own support, or even competent
for that of all active hep-meet, it was
not to be thought Of in tho present case.
Rose was beautiful and frail plant that
needed continual cherishing and watch
ing, and could not brook the rain cloud