The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-09-25

ken all for c--fatiier her--brotii-
cr and sister, what care l for the world.
This dungeon is my world while thou art
here
Isabel has not the world declared
me unworthy Of your affection--your re-
gard-ay, even Of your pity? You
know my doon--death will soon seperate
us forever /!
DEATH calculated the maiden, 'Death!'
her check blanched-her lip quiyered-
and tear stood ia her eyes.
Death is a fearful thing A thousand
terrors ere wrapped up in that dreadful
word aud its apprehension followe,h man
like his shadow. Even the wretched g.
miserable of this but at best weary
earth, cling to life with convuIsive
grasp but to the young, the gay, the
blest, how much more fearful the thought
Of that last chance when the wreaths Of
love wither, and the brightness Of hope
is cxtinguished. But when it is looked
upon as a certain thing when its doom
has been surely and irrevocably fixed,
and man is compelled to gaze steadily
in its face, it becomes Medusa's head
converting the soul to stone.
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q 1t was the night before tho destined
day. They sat in the dungeon-that
devoted pair, awaiting the hour of sep
Grafton. Two--three--four-the clock
told the watches of the night. and its
tone fell upon their saddened spirits
with the fearful distinctness of =
kncll.
Isabel said Gerald, my time is now
short. Have you nothing to say--not
one word-ere go.'
o you will not die--they will not
kill YOU said the maiden shudder-
ing.
No shall not die--we shall not part
forever, we shall meet again amid other
scenes. You will think of me Isabel when
am gone?
Think of you Mono l shall be
with you !-My heart cannot bear the
thought of seperation-it will break with
the weight ofagony which that thought
has laid upon 1t y
The morning dawned upon the weep
ing lovers.-nnd tho suns early rays fell
through the dungeon CRATES, telling that
tho fatal hour was nigh, while ever and
anon the noise and hustle of the nssem-
bling crowd was borne family to their
ears. They sat in painful silence, while
the pale face ofthe maiden, and The hag-
gard visage of the lover told with what
intcnseness the agony Of feeling was at
work within.
Leave me, Isabel-we must part 7
suid Gerald, in broken, and almost inar-
ticulate accents, Il would meet my fate
with firmness-the eight Of theo unma ans
mel
Loave thee no, never !'-she ex-
claimed cIinging convulsiveIy to his arm
But they arc coming
The morning dawned upon the mar-
ried lovcrs-Gerald and Isabel-married
but lovers still and the suns early rays
fell through tho eastern window of their
pleasant home, while the bustle and hum
of the summer insects stole joyously mp
on their ears. circumstances had lately
been developed, which had proved his
entire innocence of the crime Of which
he had once been convicted, and his
aged parents were expected that day tc
visit and congratulate them ON the hap
py event. Their oldest child bright
eyed and beautiful boy, who was rejoic-
ing in the seventh return of his birthday
discovered carriage vending it's way
towards the mansion, and came running
in, excIaiming, They are coming--thcy
are coming THE words pleasantly,
yet painfully reminded them, that this
was the eighth anniversary Of the morn
ing when the same words had been spo-
ken, by Isabel, rs the jailor entered the
supposed murderer's cell with par
don