The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-05-13

keep him from the valley of Manneytc. He is free
he is free ~ And she fell back in Mysteries into
the arms of Sanutee, who by this time had APP
preached. She had defrauded Opitchi-M -Manneyto
of bis victim, for they may not remove the badge OF
the nation from any but the living victim" =
We find the subjoined story in French paper,
which we translate for the benefit of all who may
feel an interest in such matters We have some-
where met with similar anecdote, but when or
where we know not.--U. s. Gazette.
THE TWO MOTHERS.
Saumur is most delicious place, with its little
red and white houses seated at the foot of a flower
dressed hill, and divided by the Loire, which runs
sporvely through it, like blue scarf on the neck OF
a beautiful girl. But alas this new Eden, like all
other cities, has its sad attendants cyzation-a
prison and subprefect, literary society and lu-
natic hospital-yes, hospital for lunatics Ascend
the Loire by the left bank, and when you have ar
rived at the outskirts of the city, Chamber by steep
path--you will soon arrive at the top of pebbly hill
on the Hanks of which placed small cabins, fur
nisbed with great bars of wood. Ii is there, while
you are occupied with admirng with all the powers
of your soul, the beautiful country which stretches
from Tour to Angers the green and fertile fields the
rapid and majestic current which crosses and bathes
the brilliant landscape, suddenly the cries of rage,
and the laughter of solidity will burst forth behind
you, and call you to contemplate the spectacle which
you have to seek. Then you will renounce
with pain the happiness of the contemplation; but
you wW renounce it, because it cannot be enjoyed
beside such accumulation of misery.
Look at that young man who is walking almost
naked-the young man whose limbs blackeD-
ed by the exposure to the sum- and whose feet are
torn by-rough pebbles in his pathway. lie had ta
ken holy orders-he was surprised by love-hc went
crazy-now he is stripped of his orders and his love
poor victim.
As was wandering one day in the midst of all
this wreck of humanity, behind me was walking a
young lady, accompanied by her husband, leading
by the hand pretty little girl, their child. She
without doubt, like myself, to seek for strong and
new emotions. We become strangely jaded with
the firing excitement of city.
arrived at the same moment with this lady, OPP
posite girl who had been led out of her cell into
the court, and fastened to the wall by an iron
chain-Her large blue eyes had so much sweetness,
her pale face so many charms, and her long auburn
hair fell with so much grace over her naked shoul
ders, that looked at her with nexpressibe pain
She appeared to have been weeping bitterly-hOw
heavy then, appeared that horrible iron chain which
abraded her white delicate skim
asked the lay sister who acted guide to me
what had beaIlen the girl, that she was treated so
vigorously? She answered me, lowering her eyes
and blushng, it is Mary, poor girl from the city
who has loved too deeply, The fiend who tempted,
abandoned her, and after two years, the child of her
shame died. This last loss deprived her of reason,
she was brought TO this institution and in consequence
of sudden dangerous excesses of arrangement, she
is chained"
The good sister bowed, as fashamed of referring
to such subject.
stood host in reflection upon the mutation of hC
man affairs as gazed at the unfortunate being be-
fore me- when suddenly saw her spring the whole
length of her chain, seize the little child which the
Young lady held by the hand, pressed it closely to
her breast and rush back with the swiftness of an
arrow to her stone bench.
The mother screamed frantically, and sprung to-
wards the miserable lunatic, who drove her back
with shocking brutality.
'' 1t is my babe" cried Mary-"it is she indeed
God has restored hero me-oh, how good is God; )"
and she leaped up with joy, and covered the child
with kisses. The father attempted 10 seize his child
by force, but the lay sister prevented him, and
besought him TO let Mary have her own way.
% 1T is not your daughter, said she kindly to Mary;
:" she does not resemble YOU in the least
No, my daughter!-good heavens, look-look,
sister Nartha-ook at her mouth, her eyes-it is the
very likeness of her father. She has come down
from heaven. How pretty-how very pretty she is
my dear, sweet daughter'-and she pressed the
child to her bosom, and rocked it like nurse to
still its cries.
1t was, however, eart-rending to see the poor
mother VINO Whcheu WIN ahNie'y every hio'emen,
ofthe lunatic, and wept smiled as Mary advanced
owards, retired from, sister Martha.
"Lend your daughter to me moment, Mary,
that may her." said the good Sister
Lend her to you! O no, indeed-the first time
the priests told me also that should lend her for
little while to God, who desired such angels and she
was gone six months | will not lend her again
no, no, would rather kill her and keep her body"
and she held up the child as if she would dash its
head against the wall.
The mother pale aud inanimate, fell helpless up
her knees, and with bitter sobs suppicated the lu
natic TO give her back her child, and not to do IL
harm-Mary gave no heed to her; she was holding
the infant, with her eyes bent intenty upon its iea-