The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-08-17

low melodlous voice rose upon the
still air like music. 1t fell upon the heart
of the listner, not as melody falls upon the
soul, soothlngy, but with the unholy inhu-
ence of spell, whitening it to its core.
"Nay, Henri, love him not fear
his wild and ungovernable spirit fear,
but lore him not 20
"But, now, you said, dear Gertrude,
that your admiration for what you have
termed my fiery brothers noble nature and
chivalrous spirit. Are not these the quail
ties that win n maiden's heart 7"
How little you are skilled, my dear
Henri, in that riddle--a woman's heart -
Such qualities may allure, but never win.
Achille can and will command, but never
win, esteem. lie may elicit admiration,
but never lore ~
This was the language Of the being
Achille so madly worshipped. And did he
listen to the silyery tones Of her voice, thus
crushing forever all his hopes, in silence
Yes, such silence as precedes the earthquake
before it bursts. The voices had died
away, but they still rung with fearful ech-
oes through his bosom. In few moments
while he stood uansfXed, overwhelmed by
a wave of passions, winding in their path
brought the voices of his brother and cousin
again within the reach of his ear and, as
they walked slowly along, he saw the white
garments Of Gertrude glancing through the
| branches of the intervening trees.
"Thcn, it shall be yours, if the gift be
worth acceptingw he heard, in scarcely
audible voice.
Rich-lovcly treasure 20 warmly eX-
claimed the happy and favored youth, sciz
ing the graceful hand she had ngenuously
given HIM, and pressing it passionately to
his lips.
"Hell and devils - muttcred Achlle
through his set teeth, and striking his fore
head with his clcnched hand.
Hour after hour he paced the hard white
terrace of sand, and stroyc TO calm the rag
ing tempest in his bosom. He barred his
head to the cool night breeze-bathed his
heated brow in the clear flood at his feet
lie gnzcd upon the placid moon and wooed
its soothing influence-upon the solemn for
est and peacefully flowing river; but the
low voice of nature spoke to his warning
spirit in vain. Hour after hour passed away
and he had given himself up to the guidance
of the dark spirit he could not control, and
had purposed revenge.
"The cxnlting boy shall feel what it is to
cross my path. lie shall die by heaven,
he shall dicl' he whispered, through his
compressed lips. At the same instant, q
loud voice from the cliff rung in his enr.
Achille Achille are you there ~ 1t
was his brother. Ascending the cliff with
rapidly, tho next moment Achilc was at
his side.
No, brother" he ,arcas,lcally, replied,
with his mouth close to his ear, am not
there, but here ~ and as he spoke his voice
sounded hoarse and unearthly.
! Henri started but observed, without far
thcr noticing his brothers singular manner,
that his father having apprehensions for his
safety, from his remaining so long abroad,
had requested him to seek him.
"IIavc you met with any game, brother
he inquired
"Ycs, brother, sweet dove and cum
ming hawk"
odd you secure the birds 7"
cay, the hawke; but the dovc-the dove
although it wounded me with its angry bill.
| could not stain its snowwhte plumagc
with red blood. But the subtler bird have
mcshcd."
Brother, your language and manner is
strange and unwonted, and your face, by
this faint light, looks pale and haggacd,
Have you met with aught to cmbitlcr yonr
spirit during the day :"
They now, having walked slowly forward
while speaking, stood upon the spot where
Henri and Gertrude plghted their loves, in
the sight of Achllc. lie made no reply to
his brothers inquiry, but stopping sudden
ly, seized him with energy by the arm,
aud gozed iixedy and revengetully upon
his face.
"What mean you, brother unhand roe,
Achlle ~ exclaimed Henri, alarmed.
The fires within, smothered for brief
space, now ragged tumultuously and fierce,
breaking on, like Volcano, long pcnt upin
the bosom of the earth.
know you where YOU stand y he loudly
and angrily demanded.
Release me, brother-what is your mad
purpose ~
"Ay, mad ~ he reiterated. "Ycs, an
mad. Know you where you stnad " he re-
pcated, in harsh voice, while his eyes
glowcd vsihly even in the darkness of the
deep shadows in which they stood.
sc I'd of heaven !" he shouted iicrcely on
receiving no reply. "Speak, craven, or
thus, I'll crush you !" and with his iron fin
gers he pressed the throat of his victim.
Unhand me, brother" cried Henri, till
now unresisting in the grasp of Que from
whom he npprehonded no real injury, aud
" hose yiolcnt roUe he supposed would spon