Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-12-17

lheSe tnlng5 sOunu well III tneoIyb s"'u
Edward, :" but no man has yet acted on your
( principles"
Excepting McLelaud," replied Clarissa.
"Sis,er!' said Edward, "you pay our friend
a poor compliment"
But Mr. Green was too intent upon some
thing else, TO notice what the maiden remark
ed.
Through a mail opening in the trees, half
a dozen men could be discovered at a great
distance, marching slowly over the hills tow
ards the Chapel, apparently DESTROYS of escnp-
ing observation, and Mr.. Green seemed to
watch all their motions very narrowly, and 10
feel all the uneasy p~rcsentiments of a General,
who observes his men about to spring a mine
before the proper time, while he is unable to
pass his orders in time TO prevent it.
Edward spoke to him several times without
receiving an answer. and then he exchanged a
| smile with bis sister, who now had an opportu-
| nifty of Witnessing one OF those thoughtful, 40
stracted spells, for which Mr.. Green had been
| noted.
Soon, however, tley arrived at Mr.. Rollins
house, and Mr.. Green accepted Edwards invi-
tation TO dine with him.
They all accordingly entered the Parlour to-
| gether, and Mr.. Green esp ing a piano forte.
cntreated Clarissa to favor him with one of her
~favori'e airs.
She Immediately commenced upon ono Of
| Mr.. Burns enthusiastic pieces, accompanying
| the performance with her voice, and as she re-
| marked the glowing countenance and flashing
eyes Of Green, as he listened TO the celestial
strain, she remarked, "you are. fond of music,
Sir, I presume"
"Of sore music''-replied he" Mere
sounds have little charm for me. But when
| the soul trembles on the lips Of the sweet vo-
c%alist, anu her spirit breathes in the fervid
tones of her voice, It's then bewitching indeed.
If there is any such thing as a communion Of
souls, without the coming Of thoughts into
words, it is when l listen to those rapturous
sounds, which make me forget the letter, and
only be sensible to the impressions conveyed
by the pathos with which they arc expressed
tis a sentiment which beggars description"
"Ithink it difficult, - said Clarissa. /" TO read
Burns without becoming somewhat Of an en-
thusiast."
"Perhaps you may" said Mr.. Green, I" but
there arc those who may read him all their
lives, and know no moro of the spirit which
dictated his inimitable stanzas, than The cock
did Of the value of the jewel which he found in
his barn-yard. Robert Burns was by nature a
poet. Ho was a spirit almost unshackled by
the cloJs of mortality. He was made up al
together Of feeling and sentiment. Who can
conceive of a moro noble character than that
of a man at ono tender and r~esolute, brave
and kind, generous and independent"
"Bu,," replied Edward, 81 doubt whether
he was a man much to be admitted. His opin-
ions were somewhat at variance with christian
ity and | have understood that he fell in love
with the character Of Satan as described in
Millions Paradise Lost"
ella! hap said Mr.. Green, laughing, $50
it is said. Well, what then , If Milton has
painted his hero in beautiful colors, who would
not admire the gliding! 1t is difficult to read
a romance without becoming interested in the
hero-tbat Satan is the hero Of PARADISE Lost
is not the fault Of Robert Burns neither is the
Scottish bard TO blame because Milton has
portrayed a noble character and given HIM
cream, arsenic, If we choose, but that would
not prevent its making good butter. You would
not despise a ball Of good silk because it was
worud around a wad Of oakum.'
Mr.. Rollin now entered the house, betraying
considerable agitation of mind, and before
Edward could INTRODUCE his friend, he related
The following melancholy story 81 believe
that our unhappy friend. MIR. Ganne't. has
been taken by McLeland. We waited in vain
for his appearance at the chapel-and, at
length Mr.. Daggett undertook to deliver a
short discourse he had progressed but a little
way when the. house was surrounded by about
forty of tho bandiHi, and we were ordered to
come out. The robbers had formed themselves
into a hall. moon in front Of The principa door,
at which they made us come out, and they
plundered us. one by one, Of all the money We
had with u.s.
81 hope,'' cried Clarissa, ",hey did not in
lure any body"
why, it's true replied tae Oldham, we
escaped with our lives, but they handled some
of us, who resisted, very roughly, and they in
suited tho women, and abused them shocking
w.
Clarissa glanced at Mr.. Green. His face
was in a furnace glow, and the flash Of indig-
nation shot from his eyes.
"Roally," said Clarissa, eel was .pisiaken