The Northern star, and farmers' and mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Warren, R.I.) 1830-1834, 1830-09-04

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Rupert de Lindsay burst into the room,
! g Ihapk God,' p he cried, ] nm not too
IlateW and, in mingled fondness and deh-
ance, he threw his arms round the sien-
der form which clhng to 1t all wild and
|tremblipgiy
He looked round cold man." he
said 81 have done you wrong, ! will re-
pay il, give mo your daughter as my wiie'
What arc the claims Of her intended hus-
band to mine? Is he rich?-my riches
treble his; Does he love her'--l swear
that Hove her more! Does she love him.
Hook old man, at this cheek, whose ros-
lcs you have marred, this pining and vast
ed form, which shrinks now at the very
mention of his name, tokens of her love!
Does she love inc? You her father, you,
her brother, you her lover-ay; all, every
one amongst you know that she does, and
may Heaven forsake me Ii do not de-
serve her love!-give her to me as my
wife-she is mine already in the sight OF
Gcd. Do not divorce us--we both i'm
plore you upon cur knees" " Avaunt,
blasphcmcr'' ''c.icd Zachafias [" Begone!'
said the fathcr.--The old ladies' looked at
him as ifihey were going to treat him as
Cleopatra did the pearl, and dissolve him
in vinegar. "Wrctcbl" muttered in a
deep and subduci tone, the cnrased and
agitated Monliton, who, the moment Tu-
pe,t entctcd The room, had guessed who
he was, and stood irowning " the side
board, and handling, as il Involuntary,
the kni.c which had cut the boys cake,
and bceh nccidently lett there. And the
stern brother coming towards him, attempt
ed to tear the clinging and almost hieiess
Mary from his arms.
Nay, is it soi" said Rupert, and with
an effort almost supernatural for one who
had SO lately recovered from an illness 50
severe he dashed the brother to the ground
caught Mary in one arm, pushed .-acha-
iias against the old lady with the ether,
and fled down stairs with light step and
a lighter heart. g Foll9w MIN, follow
him!' cried the father in his agony, save
iny daughter, why will ye not save herr"
and he wrung his hands but stirred not,
.or his grief had the stiffness OF despair
. | will save her." said Mcnktcn; and
still glasping the knife, ofwhlch, indeed,
ne had not once let hold, he DATED after
itupert. He came up to the object 9th
pursuitjust as the latter had placed Mary
who was in deep swoon) within his car
iage, Gnd had himscifset his ioct on the
step. Rupert was singi ing with reckless
airing natural to his character, :" She IS
won, we are gone over brake, bush, and
scaur," when Monkton laid his hand upon
his shoulcsr;" OH maine is de Lindsay, 4
Think" said the former" AT your ser
vice, answered Rupert gully, and endeay-
curing to free himseIfiro the unceI enion
ious grnsp; This then, at your hearth
cried Monkton, and he plunged his knife
twice into the bosom OF the adulturer.--
Rupert staggered and iell. Monkton
stood over him with Frightening eye,
and brandlshing the blade which reeked
with The best blood ofhis betray er, "Look
at me" he shouted, g am Henry Monk
ton do you know me now r." Oh
God" murmured the dying man, it is
lustni and he writhed for one moment on
the earth, and was still for ever.
| Mary recovered from her swoon to see
the weltering body other lover before her,
to be drugged by her brother over the very
corpse into her former prison, and to re-
lapse with one low and inward shrek into
insensibility. For two days she recover
ed from one fit to fall into another-on the
evening otthe third, the wicked had ceased
to trouble; and the weary was at rest
There was no romance in the burial Of
the lovers-deAth did not unite those who
in lie had been asundcr. In the small
church yard of her native place, covered
oy one simple stone, whose simpler in
scription is still fresh, while the daiiy pass
ions and etents OF the world have lett
memory but little trace of the departed
The tale 6f her sorrows unknown, and In,
oeauty other h.e unrecorded, sleeps Mary
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And they opened for Rupert de Lind
say the mouldering vaults o: his knightl,
athers; and amid the banners Of old tri
umphs and the cscutcheons Of heraldic
vanity, they laid him in his pallcd and gor-
lgeous cofTih!
! l attempt not to extract a moral from,
his life. His existence was the chace o.
flying shadow, that rested not til it slept
Il in svloon, nj f,xn,o~ L.