The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1828-02-14

scuri,v--she approach Of night, snd s'he
freshness of the aiT, brought 10 my recoi-
lection. that the rOse-tree was Sllll on ire
neristvle never had il been so preclo'is
10 me, l FASTENED to il; and scarceiywa
I in the anti-chamher, when heard a
singular noiseelik that of an animal brew
sing. and tinkling its bells. | trembled, |
few, and had the grief to find a sheep
uuieIly fixed beside my roSe-trees, of which
il was making its evening rePasr with no
slight avidity.
:" / caught up the first thing in my way !;
it was heavy cane | wished 10 drive a.
way the glutinous beast; alas ! it was too
late !: he had just bit off the beautiful
branch of buds; he swallowed them, one
after another and, in spite ofthe gloom,
I could see, half out of his mouth, the fl
nest of them all, which in moment was
champed like the rest. / was neither ILL
tempered nor violent; but at this sight |
was no longer master of myself. Without
well knowing what / did, discharged IA
blow of my cane on the animal, and.
stretched it at my feet. No sooner did 4
perceive it motiunless than | repen ed ha-
wing killed creature unconscious of the
mischief it had done was this worthy OF
the professor of philosophy, the adorer of
the gentle Amelia? But thus to eat up
my rose-tree, my only hope to get admit
lance to her! When | thought on its an
nihilation,I could not think myse If so cul pa
BILE. However, the night darkened |
heard the old servant crossing the lower
passage, and I called her. Catherine"
said |, "bring your light; there is mis-
chief here, you left the stable door open,
THAT of the court was also unclosed) one
of your sheep has been browsing on my
roses, and have punished it,.
"She soon came 10 withfhe lantern in
her hand. cit is not one Ofour Sheep"
said she 81 have Just come in from them,
the stable gate is shut, and they are all
within. Oh, blessed saints blessed saints!
What do | see," exclaimed she when near,
it is the pet sheep of Mademoiselle A.
meliar de Belmont. Poor Robin what
bad luck brought you here Oh how sor-
ry she will be-" | nearl y dropped down
Beside Robin. "Of Mademoiseie Ame-
lila :" said I, in trembling voice i" has
she actually sheep 3" ooh good
Lord no, she has none at this moment
but that which lies there with its four legs
up in the air she loved it as herself; see
the collar that she worked for it with her
of red leather,ornamented with little bells,
and she had embroidered on it in gold
thread" Robin belongs to Amelia de
Belmont: she loves him, and begs that he
may be restored to her, "What will
she think Of the barbarian who killed him
in fit of passion, the vice she most de-
tests she is right, it has been fatal to her.
Yet if he should be only stunned by the
blow Catherine run ask for some ether,
or Eau de- Vae, or hartshorn,-run, Cath
crime, run.
Catherine set off; tried to make it
open its mouth my rosebud was still be-
tween its hermetically-sealed teeth; per-
haps the collar pressed it in fact the
throat was swelled. Igot it off with diff
Guilty something fell from it at my feet,
which mechanically took up, and put in
to my pocket, without looking at, so much
was absorbed in anxiety for the resuscita-
ton. I rubbed him with all my strength;
/ grew more and more impatient for the
return of Catherine. She came with
small phial in her hand, calling out in her
usual manner, Here, sir, here's the med
icine. ! never opened my mouth about it
to Mademoiselle Amelia l pity her e.
nough without that"
s. What is all this, Catherine where
have you seen Mademoiselle Amelia and
what is her affection, if she does not know
of her favorite's death = '..Oh, sir, this is
terrible day for the poor young lady,
She was at the end of the street searching
for ring she had lost,and it was no trifle,
but the ring her dead father got as pres
cnt from the Emperor, and worth, they
saw, more ducats than have hairs on my
head. Her mother lent it to her to-day
for the party she has lost it, she neither
knows how nor where, and never missed
it till she drew off her glove at supper
And, poor SOUL the glove was on again
in minute, for fear it should be seen that
the ring was wanting, and she slipped out
to search for it all along the street, but she
has found nothing"
g 1t struck me that the substance that
had fallen from the sleeps collar had the
form Of a ring--could it possibly be !
looked att, and Judge of my joy--it was
Mademoiselle de Belmont's ring, and real
IL very beautiful and costly. A secret
.,h;Snarn1 t0gAafno that thiS