The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-01-10

Come, come, kind old man!--Give me your
handp exclaimed Mr.. Beauchnmp, affected by
this lively shew of feeling, on the part Of his
old and tried seryant.--'Come, ] won't 60
them WON'T -.
sAh!--point at you--point al yom, did you
say, sir! III be----ifI won't do for any one
that points at you, what you did for tha, rogue,
Aps------,
Hush, Pritchardr said his master, rising
frcm his chair. and looking shudderng at him.
The sun was fast Withdrawing. and a por-
ton Of his huge blood red disk was already
dipped beneath the horizon. Is there more
touching or awful object in nature?--We who
were gazing at it. felt that there was not. All
before us was camness and repose. Beau
champs kindlng eye assured me that hissoul
symnathised with the scene.
sDoctor-Doctor'--he exclaimed sud-
denly,-What has come to me Is there
devil mocking me {? Or is it an angel
whispering that shall yet be happy 7?
May 1 lis,en--mdy l listen to it ?'-He
paused. His excitement increased. %
yes, yes feel intimately-I know am
reserved for hnprMr Nays! God smil-
eth on me, and my soul is once more
warmed and enlightened" An air of
Joy diffused itself over his features. l
never before saw the gulf between des-
pair and hope passed with such lightning
speed Was it returning delirium only'
How can he enjoy happiness who has
never tasted misery T. he continued, un-
interrupted by me. And may not he
most relish peace, who has been longest
tossed in trouble !--Why-why have !
been desponding Sweet, precious Ell
len will write to you We shall soon
meet we shall even be happy together |!
I-Pritchard,' he exclaimed, turning alb
ruptly to the listening steward-'What
say you-will you be my major domo -
eh |? Will you be with us in the country,
once again = AYE, Master Beaucbamp,'
replied Pritchard, crying like child,
-sAs long as these old eyes, and hands,
and head, can serve you, they are yours!
I'll be any thing you'd like to make me |!
There's n bargain, then, between you
and me You see, Doctor, Ellen will
not cast me off; and old Pritchard will
cling to me: why should throw away
happiness
.Certainly-certainly there is much
happiness before YOU
'The thought is Transporting, that ]
shall soon leave the scenes of guilt and
dissipation for ever, and breathe the
fresh and balmy atmosphere of virtue
once again! How / long for the time !
Mother, will you watch over your prod
igal son = How little he thought of the
affecting recollections he had called forth
in my mind, by mentioning-the prodi-
gal son 10
left him about nine o'clock recon-
mending him to retire to rest, and not
expose himselfto the cool Of the evening.
l felt excited, myself, by the tone of our
conversation, which, suspected howev-
er, had on his part, verged far into occa-
sional flightiness. i had not such san
guine hopes for him as he entertained
for himself. / suspected that his consti-
tuition, however it might rally for time,
from its prostration, had received a
shock before which it must erewhile fall!
About five o'clock the next morning, !
and all my family were alarmed by one
of the most violent and continued ring
ings and thunderings at the door ! ever
heard. On looking out of my bedroom
window, l saw Mr.. Beauchamp's valet
below, wringing his hands, and stamp
ing about the steps like one distracted
Full Of fearful apprehension, l dressed
myself in an instant, aud came down
stairs.
In the name of God what is the mat
ter 2 enquircd, seeing him pale as
ashes.
'Ob my master er!-come-come p he
could get out no more. We both ran at
at top speed to Mr.. Beauchamp's lodg-
ings. Even at that early hour there was
an agitated group before the door,
rushed up stairs and soon learnt all. A
bout n quarter Of an hour before, the
family were disturbed by hearing Mr..
BIS Newfoundland dog, which al
ways slept at his Masters bedroom door,
bowling, whining, and scratching a
gainst it. The valet, and some one else
came to see what was the matter. They
found the dog trembling violently, his
eyes fixed on The floor; and on looking
down they saw blood flowing from under
the door. The valet threw himself half
frantic against the door, and burst it o.
pen: he rushed in and saw all Poor
Beauchamp, with a razor grasped in his
right hand, was lying on the floor lifeless!
never now hear Of a young man
especially of fortune-frequenting the
GAMING TABLE, but l think with q
tear Of Henry Reauchannn