Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-08-27

| that has tortured my mind with embody.
ings that human nature may never real
ize. know that i have wandered far
ay very far from the path of ethics, bul
yet am no pcnitent. do not repent
mo OF my deeds, but Of their influence
upon myself, and my destinies. The
world is a path Of brlars, and my feet are
bleeding with wounds. To de! uncer-
tainty o. my future fate, is worse thar
death, and yet, TO die, be scorned, pi,ed
regretted, and forgotten; this is the des.
tiny OF man. That he is immortal, is
indeed to me matter of much question
but why trouble you, my friend, with the
wilc rawlings of sceptic? This is the
last letter you will receive from one who
loves you, and whom you have loved. l
am toiteriDg on the verge of a prccipice
and must soon fall. know it, my tate
is approaching, and the crisis has be-
Gained the tempest Of my thoughts. You
know my sad history, and may make
what use of it you please. A little longer
and your school companion will be a
mass Of corruption. My spirit will -,
| know not what may be its doom, any
change will be preferable TO present ex-
istence. Give one tear to my memory,
and be warned by the early doom Of
your friend! Farewell.
Maryland.
This is a portion Of tho last letter |
received from Horatio Maryland. He
was tie bosom friend Of my boyhood,
my fellow student at College, and the
early victim to his own vices. A noblcr
by nature than Maryland, never lived; he
was n beautiful boy, and one whom re-
garded with all the eloquent fellowship
of young romance. His mind was su-
perior, its energies admirably improved
by education, and his early career in life
gave promise of a glorious Immortality.
ills pride was the strongest passion Of
his bosom, his honour the dearest treas
ure Of his soul, and his feelings were
fountains that knew no human restraint.
l was his confdant and his friend, when
he became devoted TO young lady Of
inestimables virtue, elevated character,
and exalted fortune. She was one ad-
mirably fitted to call forth the fections
ofan ardent and enthusiastic spirit Her
beauty was altogether of an intellectual
character. Rosabel Montgarnier had
not the fine pencling Of feature-the
fantastic draperics Of countenance which
fascnate the genera! admirer of beauty.
IL. was necessary to hear her converse
and sympathize with the spiri, ofthat con-
versation-to see her eyes flash and her
countenance beam-to watch the deli
cate energies Of the woman blushing in
to existence, and to mark the lofty en-
anations of her dazzling soul, before you
could understand and appreciate her
character. Dignity was admirably as
sociaied with feminine softness; her voice
though clear and powerful, was restrain
ed by natural di.lidonce; her eyes were
large, blue and brilliant, but their lids
and lashes were forever trembling a.
bove them like aspen leaves; her fore
head was high and broad; her hair pro-
fuse and wonderfully black. her form
was tall, but plant as that of sylph
her hand and foot were delicate as u
iairy's; but these were comparatively
nothing-it was the all attractive grace
Of manper, and the invisible associations
Of vestal's mind which, wrought the
trance of the enraptured Maryland.
recolect the night he first beheId this
splendid creature. 1t was at chutch-
the celebrated Methodist orator, Bascom,
delivered more eloquent DISCOURSE
II was the changes wrought in the brill
liant countenance Of Miss Montgarnier
during the delivery Of this discourse
which first attracted The attention of
Maryland. Ho himself was deeply in
terestcd in the sermon, but soon became
equally so in Rosabcl. l recollect the
occasion perfectly well. Scarcely three
years have since elapsed. The house
was thrOnsed and the weather was ex-
ceedingly warm. Many Of my readers
will rccollcct it. Mr.. Bascom preached
in Arch st. at Mr.. Slinuer's Church.
Rosabcl sat in pew opposite to that
which Maryland occupied; the warmth of
the day had induced her to take off her
bonnet; she was but sixteen; her hair
fell luxuriantly over her shoulders. Her
cheek was blushing from the warmth of
the weather; her forehead was bare and
beauti'll--you could see her bosom trem-
bic beneath the gauze that screened it;
there was half smile upon her counte-
nance las if pleasan, thought were at
her heart,'-her eye ever and anon flash
ed glorious radiance, and gush of
crimson came TO her cheek which gave
it more than mortal eloquence. May
land soon became so fascinated that ev-
en- the powerful eloqueace Of Bascom
was forgotten. When the sermon was
concluded, we followed Miss Montgar-
nier home. 1t was but little distance