The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-05-08

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an unearthly embodying ofterror. which
can be compared TO nothing but the
shricks Of its doomed multitude, when
the last curse shall have smitien them
from the presence Of the just made per-
feet. Ii rose wild and horrible for mo-
ments--then followed the dreadful sounds
Of strAngula,ion, blended with the groan-
ings Of the vessel,p the water forced
It's way upwards.
! remember suffocating sensation
a struggles sinking down--a convul-
9vs shudder!
rose again to the surface. The
bosom Of the river was ruffled and black.
Boats were hurrying across il, filled with
demons in human form. Wherever a
victim struggled above the waves, corse
foated. or a garment caught the NOON
shine, pistol shots and sabre blows were
directed. passed many boats unno-
ticed, and hope began to invigorate my
limbs. when suddenly drowning person
caught hold of me. My motion was re-
tarded. shook of and spurned away
the wretched sufferer. The body sunk
before mel saw the death like coupte-
nance, and. Oh! it was that Of Agnes
I saw one imploring extention Of the
arms. one look of agonizing supplication,
and she went down--down to her cold
sepulchre, and almost within my reach.
One moment Of unutterable anguish
followed. and my reason forsook me.
How ! escaped from the river I know
not, but my returning consciousness found
me in the dwelling of q peasant, who, ]
afterwards learned had discovered me in
sensible, upon the margin Of the river.
The horrid recollection ofthe past came
over me, and fed from my dslivsrer as
il to escape the dreadful thought which
has from that moment to the present.
never ceased 70 haunt me. The images
which il conjures up are distinct and liv-
ing--fearful blending Of tenderness and
terror. At one moment behold my lost
Agnes, mild and beautiful as an angel,
with the words of her affection melting
upon music voice.
Then the scene changes-the shriek-
the engulfng waters, and all the horrors
of that night Of agony, are present in my
mind. feel the death clasp upon my
arm, and strong shudder goes over me,
~ il were again shaking the dying from
my support. Then the outstretched
arms--,he pale and supplica,ing counse-
nance-the mute appeal for succour. and
the vain attempt TO afford il. darken the
clond of memory, which settles upon my
| soul.
My story 10 told. Those who have
marvelled at detection, who have Knocked
at grief which they could not fathom.
may here learn the secret, which for
years has lain upon soul like the malisou
Of parent.
have been n wanderer and nm out
cast in the land Of my fathers. ] have
! seep its popnious places made desoIate,
and its orange groves sprinkled with the
blood Of those who had nursed them.
have seen the multitude shake off the
chains Of priestcraft. drag the cowled
head in the dust, extinguish the sacred
fame Of the altar and trample on the
crucifix. They had set up new idol
a new divinity which they knelt too un-
der the sacred namo Of liberty. 1t Wa
that liberty which opens the foodgatss
Of crime, and casts off from the arm, OF
the assassin, the feners Of the law.
Yet a change came. ] have seen one
horde of assassins swept away by anoth-
er. The wretch who conducted the fa-
tai Noyade, himself perished by the hand
of his fellows. saw him on the stained
scaffold, awaiting his inevitable doom,
with grim aud terrible composnre.---
He bent himself to the block. and died
with curse upon his lips
am a broken down and gray haired
man--yet it 10 not with the weight of
years, or the silvering Of time. Sorrow
has more than done her work: and go
out among the smiling faces ofmankind
and the glorious creations Of the divinity
with spirit which takes no hue Of glad.
ness from tho beauty and harmony
around me. One thought from which
there is no escape. rests like nn evil
shadow upon me, and lends to the glory
and loveliness of earth, its own sombre
coloring. But the ligh, Of my earthly
existence is rapidly waning, and look
forward with blessed hope to the mo-
ment when, casting off the sorrows of
humanity. the tried and weary spirit
shall rejoice in the destiny which awaits
the afflietsd and truly penisent Of earth.
HuRIcASE AT Sea. One morning, not
fer from the Isle Of Madagascar, opened on
10 one ofthe most lovely days ever secn.--
The sun rose unclouded, the wind was just
strong enough to hll our sails, end being fair,
not a yard ofcaavass bit what was spread
to catch the breeze. The air too, had oil