The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-01-15

dicular precipice, scarcely touching the
lichens of the rock to assist their ascent |;
and then standing, with their heels on
the dizzy summit, and bending down to
ieer their slower companions below.
Some caught their mistresses by the
waist, ms they were about to leap across
a chasm, and held them lhreateningly o.
YER the gulf, till they bought their deliv-
erance with kiss. More timid wooers
contented themselves with lur:ng the Sc
Iected fair one to a distance from the
crowd, where, with nothing more ia
scare them, than the dead silence and
solitude of nature, they light whisper
their passion.
Julie was seen gliding up height after
height, and skimming precipice after
preci pice, to tho farthest ridge of the
magnificent picture. Her shrill and
musical laugh at last melted family on
:he eur, and she and her lover were OBJ
served, but SO dimly as to be scarcely
discernable, near the summit of n pima
Gle in the back ground. They were
seated beside an eagles nest, in which
two young ones were lying, warmly era
died, and asleep. Antoine sighed as he
looked.
"JuIie," said he, softly, "what are
you gazing at ? There is not even a
cloud in that fair blue sky to give you
matter for thought. Look here Oh
Julie, how sweetly these little creatures
are sleeping Yet, asleep as they are,
each knows that it is not alone. See !!
when move one the other wakes ! E.
ven in sleep they feel the presence of
ench other; and in the sensation there
is comfort, and protec ection, and delight.
How happy must be the life ofan eagle !
how delicious his feelings, when, leav-
ing the toilsome world behind, he sinks
down into his nest Of peace How
sweetly must the curtains Of darkness
close round him, snugly housed in this
circle, with the partner and pledges of
MS happiness The midnight wolf may
stalk along the rocks, and behowl the
noon: the storm may roar through his
1reary and dread domains but, unmo-
,ed by the din without, he will only en-
oy more securely the calm within, and
nestle closer to his young ones and his
ove I"
cit is he lit is he ~ exclaimed Ju.
lie" look where he comes, sailing
proudly through the ocean of air Lord
Of the desert land dwoller Of the lone
y rock-happy indeed must be your
lot !"
"Look Julie the young creatures
already feel his approach they are un-
easy, they flap their bare wings, and O.
pen their mouths for the food he brings
hem. Does not he too feel that he is
near them he loves and is not his
heart stirred with sweet and tumultuous
emotions, us he describes from afar his
own eyrie in the cliff :"
Gay, stirred" cried Julie-"stirred
to the inmost core but with pride and
10Y, and a fierce consciousness of majes-
ty and nigh, Look, he is alone-a-
lone in the boundlcss air. The earth is
beneath his feet. with all its degrading
ties Of habit and necessity. He only
thinks at this moment-if eagles think
that he ia the sole inheritor oft space
he surveys; aud he only feels that he is
the lord and sovereign Of himsel-a
right royal heritage !" Antoine sighed
The moment was unpropitious for his
suit +; but this was her usual mood, and
he could contain his passion no longer.
"Come," cried Julie, starting up, as
he was beginning to sPeak--"children
of earth as we are, we must not abide
the approach Of the lord Of air. Oh, if
l had bow and arrow, l would strike
one blow for the love of honor before fly
ing-if l thought it would NOT hurt
him 7"
"Julie," said Antoine, seizing her
hand, "if we are children Of earth, why
should We despise the instincts and af-