The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-06-24
The dew and rain come down again,
So fresh the dropping land
So doth this life eyalt and wane,
And alter and expand.
From the american Monthly Mdgazinel
THE GALLERY OF A MISANTHROPE
WOMAN'S LOVE.
Trim the gay taper in the rustic dome,

near at evening to bis humble home beside th,
Hudson, and the glimmering light from tbt
cottage window with qulckencd step, and
gladdened heart. he hurried forward" Julia,
thought he, :" will be waiting for me and swee
little Harry my bright-eyed boy, ts past his bed
time. / shall miss this evening, his winning smiles
and sweet infantile caresses." Henry Walton had
been married more than two years, to whom he
tho't-but why dwell upon what the poor fool
hought--shc was far-far the first opening
blossom of spring: and her FORM twas cast in
natures most faultless mould. Walton thought her
What Will you have itl
| He thought her, then, what you-and you-and
you-and every other fond dcluded fool that doats
on woman, think you painted idol. Walton soon
reached the threshold, he entered that cottage-the
shrine of his hearts divinity. Julia greeted with
a woman's ready smile Dear Walton Home at
last-how late you stayed tonight"
"Later than usual, ] acknowledge sweet friend
but you know am the slave of business"
"Ah yes" said Julia, with air of playful re-
proach, the slave ofbusiness-no longer the slave
of love ~
"Nay Juia-tlere you wrong me. You know
that | am ever the slave of loye-ever willing
captive in these sweet feers'-
Their evening meal-a frugal meal for Walton
was not rich-was over. JULIA" said he, " you
will be surprised to hear that L. to whom company
is generally annoyance, expect visitor this eve
ming. ] met Horace Latimer this morning, and in
vited him to spend hour with US, and partake of
our supper-but Julia, you are neryous-how you
start at the name of Latimer is there any thing so
very terrible in the idea of my friend lIoracc2 l
always thought he a favorite of yours"
"Oh, yes-Oh, no ~ stammered Julia -" that
s-yes-. like Mr.. Latimcr very well as acquan-
tance-nothing more"
"We, Julia, / am glad to hear Though l
must say you have not expressed very strongly, or
at least, very clearly the good feelings which trust
you have, and always will cherish towards my
friend"
"Oh, yes Certainly as your friend. But what
did he say1' she inquired eagerly" Will he
come :
Yes--though when / first asked him, be star
ted and blushed, very much as you did now at
last he made out say, he would not fail me, and
hurried away. To tell the truth, was particularly
anxious he should come, as L have a present for
him-a memorial of our long friendship"
Have you been friends so long, Walton :" said
Julia in n musing tone.
% Since childhood, Julia, our friendship has
known no abatement, no change, since it began be-
side the Mohawk. Think, dear Julia, never men
toned that adventure to you. Indeed, do not like
to speak of it in general, it looks to much like
boasting but to you, who know my heart, I'll tell
the story.
Many years ago, when was but lad, and
iioTdCc u ucIt CDlluJ MS p'Iths anu
self joined the throng of visitors, with which, in sum-
mer, my hospitable father always took care Walton
manor should be crowded. Among the various
amusemcns for the boys, the favoritc one was
bathing; in this Horace, who was then only ten
years old, was not allowed by his fond, anxious
parents, To ioin-he their only child. One day,
when all the usual party were ready for the river,
Horace to me, and begged that would ask
from his father, with whom | was favorite, per-
s,vy. 1nltn,
some hesitation, my request granted-not
however, till had pledged to take particular care
of him and added in half testing mood will not
return without him. We went-once in the river,
forgot my charge and thought nothing Oft boy, till
heard his Scream far, far down the current, With
that vcnurous spirit, still natural to him. Horace
had gone beyond his depth, and now the rapid cur
rent was sweeping him TO destructon-l remember
ed my promise, ! will not return without HMM
moment was darting down the stream; l gained
the spot where ! had last seen the drowning boy,
and dWed for him-l reached the bottom, and
and CROPPED around-but in vain--I rose to the sur
face-one gasp OF pure air, and again l was gro
ping in the depths bclow-but my strength was
gone, and sense had almost gone with it-when my
hand touched the face of Horace Latimcr; the
touch reused me 10 eXertion-l grasped his hair
and together to the surface. shouted for
help, and struggled To support myself aud my life
less burden, but felt that my strength was CONC
that gradually we were sinking l looked, as
thought, my last the pure blue sky, and the green
richness of the wooded shores Oh how beauti-
ful these seemed at that moment twas goue-all
was dark II remember nothing till l was
reused by some trying 10 uuclcnch my hand
and forced the hair of Horace from my grasp;
resisted No no y | screamed Il will no. let 60,
! promised not to return witout him Horace, we
will die together The cxertion recalled my scat
tered senses opened my cyes-my dear father
was hanging over me, and heard him say, My
noble boy true to the last" From that momeri
Horace Lamer has been my frend-but stay he i.
here. Julia, not a hint of this TO Latimer-h,
feels already, too deeply, what he calls his debt o.
gratitude"
Latimcr entered he was warmely received b,