The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1833-05-22

up "h"iu ""S 'eiv sHioh Sioss phi",
containing liquid of delicate rose COLOR
The white and distorted countenance
Of the sufferer lighted up with wild
unnatural joy.
"Oh youth, glad beautiful youth, are
thou mine again, shall once more re-
joice in the smile of women, in the light
of the red wine cup, shall delight in the
dance and in the sound of music "a
Z" For heavens sake compose yourself,
said his son. who thought that his parent
was seized with sudden insanity" In
truth i am mad to waste breath so pre-
cious I? Listen to me, boy A whole
existence is in that little bottle from
my earliest youth have ever a nameless
horror of death, death more loathsome
than terrible: you have seen me engros-
sed by lonely and mysterious studies,
you know not that they were devoted to
perpetual struggle with the mighty con-
queror--and l have succeeded.-That
phIal contains a liquid which rubbed over
my body, when the breath has left it
seemingly forever, will stop the progress
Of corruption, and restore all its pristine
gloom and energy. Yes, Francis, l
shall rise up before you like brother,
My glorious secret how could ever
deem life wasted in the search ?-Some-
times when have heard the distant
chimes tell the hour Of midnight, the hour
of others revelery or rest, have ask
ed, is not the present too mighty a sa-
crifice to the future had l not better
enjoy the pleasures within my grasp
but one engrossing hope led me on it
is now fulfilled. l return to this world
with the knowledge of experience aud
the freshness of youth l will not again
give myself up to feverish studies aud
external experiments. l have wealth
unbounded, we will spend it together,
earth holds no luxury which it shall de-
ny u.s."
The dying man paused, for he observ-
ed that his son was not attending to his
words, but stared, as if his gaze was
spell-bound on the phial which he held.
Francis" gasped his father.
"There is very little," muttered the
son, still eyeing the crimson fluid.
The dews rose in large cold drops on
Saville's forehead-with last effort he
raised his head, and looked in the face
of his child-there was no hope there ;
cold, fixed, and cruel, the gentleness of
youth seem suddenly, to have passed
away, and left the stern features rigid as
stone; his words died gurgling in his
throat, his head sunk back on the pillow,
in the last agony of disappointment, de-
spair and death. A wild howl filed the
chamber, and Francis started in terror
from his knee; it was only the little ter
rier which had been his fathers favour
ite. Hastily he concealed the casket,
for he heard the hurrying footsteps OF
the domestics, and rushing past them.
sought his own room, and locked the
door. All were struck by his altered and
ghastly looks.
Poor child" said the housekeeper,
~ do not wonder he takes his father
death to heart, for the old man doated
on the very ground he trod upon. Now
the holy saints have mercy upon u.s."
exclaimed she, making the sign of the
cross, as she caught sight of the horrible
and distorted face of the deceased.
Francis passed the following days in
the alternate stupor and excitement OF
one to whom crime is new, and who is
nevertheless resolved on its commission.
On the evening of the fourth he heard u
noise in the room where the corpse lay,
and again the dog began his long and
dOleful howl. He entered the apartment
and the two first men he saw were stran-
gers, dressed in black, with faces oi
solemnity; they were the under!akers
while a third in canvass apron, and
square paper cap, was beginning to
screw down the coffin, and while so doing
was telling them how a grocer's shop,
his next door neighbor's had been en-
tered during the night, and the till rob-
bed.
You will leave the coffin unscrewed
until tomorrow" said the heir. The
man bowed, asked the usual English
question, which suits all occasions, OF
I" something to drink, sir 7" and then left
young Saville to his meditations,--
Strange images of death and pleasure
mingled together now it was glorious
banquet, now the gloomy silence of a
church yard; now bright and beautiful
faces seemed to fill the air, then by a
sudden transition they became the en-
daverous relics Of charnar house,
Some clock in the neighbourhood struck
the hour, it was too faint for Francis to
hear it distinctly, but it reused him; he
turned towards the little time piece,
there the golden cupid sat motionless,
the hands stood still, it had not been
wound up; the deep silence around told
how late II was; the fire was burning