The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-07-27
From the Hartford Rscisw and Telegraph.
REMOVING THE VEIL.

ness his reception, aIter as suppOscu, his
iong absence. He had just darted away
from the old mans side who was calling his
a,,sor;on 10 some domestic animals ihfong-
;ny around their cottage gate, as if he were
ass,vinp to temper the sudden ecstasy tha
was palptating in the full heart of the boy
nv introducing for n share in his affection
those minor objects of interest. But il
would not do. The old house dog that once
crouched down beside his cradle, now fawn-
ed upon him in vain for kind, recognizing
EXPRESSION of his eye. lie saw nothing
heard nothing save a fair haired girl whose
Aoyi,o ringlets swan back on the breeze, as
she rushed down the green bank, and threw
her arms about his neck, and wet his cheek
with her tears. In the back ground of the
scene.-in the door Of their little cabin, his
intirm old mother, stood, while big renoyat-
ing drops of Joy trcllled through the course
flannel apron which she held to her stream
ing eyes. My heart smotc me for looking
In upon q private scene of Joy with stran-
gers eve. though unobseryod by the little
groun whose hearts melted, and mingled in
that reciprocal food Of affection which gdsh-
ed from the deep, treasurlng fountains OF the
eoul. twas after the first long embrace OF
the returning son and mother-atter The iirst
wild trembling thrill of joy had fined across
the swelling heart, that observed the youth
standing in the middle of TIE group, holding
in one hand the shriyelled fingers of his
aged mother, and, in the other, the little
white hand of bis beautiful sister. while his
fathcr--his old gray-hended father with his
breast full, and overiraught wlllI the swell
4 i. tgI - l1ns,
the shoulder of his son. There was mo-
mcnt when naught but the searching eye
was eloquent At one time the humid eye
of the boy would scrntinize with the keen
est intensity, the form and features Of his
blooming sister, & 'twould search the care
worn countenunce Of his mother. As he
TUNED his eyes from one to the other tho't
] could discern change come over his face.
AS he looked upon the lovely girl who stood
up before him with tears gislening in her
eyes, an ineffable expression Of gratied
pride cleaned on his counenance. But
that she had improved in stature and love- T
Gness she was the same rs when years
agoue she was his companion throughout
the livclong day--the same as when they
fostered In. flowers Of their garden in the
freshness OF the morning, or sported by the
strenmlet at noon, or climbed the green hill
mt evening to see the big red sun go down
in the west No blighllng mldew or scar
ing frost had lalleE upon her to cankcr or
blast the rose of her cheek and chill the
wild warm pulse of childhood. She. was
his, aud the same garden, strcamlet, hill
and the grove were theirs to retrace the
steps of other years.
He was satisfied and he turned to his /
mother to see if the hand OF time had dealt ,
as lipbtly with her; but there, in his moth
cr's face, he could see change.-The bur /,
den of years of anxiety, sorrow and aiflic
ton had borne her down; and there were
indices in her hollow cheek 'snd eve that
she had made many steps Lufu7g Lg-; d0-
sence, towards her long h5-e- ! thought
ms he was regarding her wr.l 4 troubled eve q
II thought he was i1qrTI1E within him
self if some Of the slll0w turrows Of the n
cheek had not been decpened by his long |
ohsence-if maternal anxiety for him had "
no, roughened her forehead with the prema- ii
fure marks of fwrinkled agc-if fearful soIlc- !,
ltude for his welfare lest he should sicken Il
md die in stranger land-if sleepless, uu c
renIttinr tears lest her only son should be Il
swallowed up bv the surging bIIows of the 81
Dcean had not dimmed her sunken eye, and L
the number of her grey hairs. =
in my eye, in the character OF an tt
sailor, thought he would iain "a
inquire if at times she had not wrestled with d
her God with uncommon feryor, for his safe h
'y-if often when in the blackening night e
storm, the blearing lightniugs of heaven had Il
well nigh smitten him into the abyss from S
is hold on the rotten rope--t when the h
formess mountain surge was breaking down q
upon the frail bark, and sweeping from his h
side his quaiing comrades-lf then she had "
not gone out, and called upon Him who Il
holdeth the winds in his fist, and the light a
ninas in the h Jllow of his hand, to spare :
her bow Bnt what made me take him for 5
4 sailor! He wore no tarpaulin nor was {
lis face burnt by torrid sun, or Drowned c
by constant exposure to the winds. 5
No he had never seen the mighty ocean {
Or heard it roar, he had not seen any maize ii
rial object for ten long years During that
period he had' never seen the face of his i
mother though he often felt her tears on his {
cheek as she smoothed his pillow at night, e
aud learned him prayers Mt evening. The =
voice of his father fell daily on his ear, {
whether he heard it in the mornings devo- S
lions, or listened to it among the reapers in {
harvest, yet for years he had not seen his t
face, or knew when it was lighted up with Z
, smile of pleasure, or clouded by care. lie {
had lived through long--long searless
night. The sun rose and sat, but he had l
no perception ofls light, save when warned 4,
~ its summer rays. True, he was apprised {
lf the balmy mornings dawn hv the voice