Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-11-26

of euiIrCihg them by appropriate SCRIP
tural allusioDs-ldmi able, but, al the
same time, familiar ~ the meuuest Gu
paciiy.
Boston has been called the "parad;se
of MINISTER'S" at all tues, it's citizen.
have eyinced their descent from t:,s pu.
ritans, by their respect for their pastors,
Grace inherited this true Nsw-Englane
feeling -%veneration for hers.
Thus matured amld the master spirits
Of the age, il cannO. be supposed that
her } Dung affections were to be won by
any ordinary character, and it was nc
common spirit that at last obtained ar
interest in her unpractised heart.
Among the greatest delights that Mr..
Wentworth enjoyed, during his residence
at a foreign court, was the friendship
Of NJ. de VALERIE, and he was the only
person whom Grace had ever heard her
mother warmly praise. Favors SO Pc
culiarly rendered, that no unpleasant
sense Of obligation was felt, and ever
the selfish heart Of Mrs. Wentworth was
made sensible 10 the emotion Of graft
ude.
M. de Valliere was a French West
Indian Planter, and for years, had been
a correspondent Of Mr.. WentwOrth's.
Grace had been delighted with the good
sense and eloquence Of his letters, with
the glowing and animated descriptions
Of the scenes he had witnessed in his
foreign travels. She had also felt deep
ly interested in the benevolent plans, and
noLle and philanthrophic sentiments ex-
pressed tow, rds the degraded Africans.
Her imagination had pictured him a ven
cradle old man, yet wearing a smile as
bland and courteous as her pastors with
the same clear eye, bearing the evidence
of temperate youth.
Returning one morning from her usu-
al walk, she observed a foreign t%ravclI-
ing apparatus in the hall. "Phil!is,"
said she 10 an old favorite domestic,
whose face appeared more than usual
ly joyous ''what strangers have we
herew
mister Waller come, Miss Grace and
make US all glad"
"Dear father" said she, entering the
drawing room chow happy this arrival
must make you. Kind de VaIliere, is
he not, to cross the ocean at this in
clement season, and at his advanced age,
too, to visit his frieud?"
Her fathers unchecked laugh startled
her, and she turned her head on hearing
an approaching step. She ME a smile
bland and courteous, it is true, yet
showing teeth brilliant and glIttering
as pearls. The clear lighted eye was
there, but lbe lofty mien wore nc stamp Of
age. True. the brow was not fair as
youth, but it bore the "thought of ueGrs,"
not their ~decrepitude.
La a year from the time he first be-
held, her, Grace Wentworth stood by
the side Of Robert de VALERIE, his we'd
ded wife; and in the Island Of St. Do
mingo, in the summer Of 1891, Mr..
Wentworth witnessed their almost per-
feet happiness. Grace's character had
become more perfect by her fuIflment
Of all the sweet Offices Of wife and mo-
Their. He saw her amiable hospitality,
diffusing around her an atmosphere OF
light and happiness; he witnessed the
charm of her delightful. vivacity and
endearing domestic virtues, "virtues,
which, though they are said to love the
shade, are sometimes chilled by the
cares of domestic life" He saw the
beloved and affectionate mother;-the
heart Of the husband safely trusting in
the principled and conscientious wife,
the watchful mistress of a host Of de-
pendants, grateful for their ameliorated
condition, and looking to Mons. and
Mad. de Valliere as the creators of their
happiness.
With so much kindness and liberality
had the negroes On their plantation been
treated; SO many advantages did they
enjoy, that it had become a proverblal
expression among the white lower peo-
pie in Cape Francois, in speaking OF
another's happiness, to say "I est heur-
u omme un Negro de Vdliiere,"
To Mr.. Wentworth, all appeared like
a summers morn of bright and tranquil
beauty, with not a breeze to disturb its
repose and softness; but the calm was
treacherous-and only made the night
Of darkness and horror that followed
more dreadful.
Business Of importance called Mr..
Wentworth to New-England; he went,
accompanied by De Valliere; but Grace
unwilling to leave her children during
the sultry month of August, remained
on the Island.
She had passed a restless night, and
on the morning of the 23d, arose, I'M
refreshed by her broken slumbers. Her
serenity was disturbed by a confused
recollection Of being awakened before
dawn. by the report Of n cannon. and