The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1837-11-15

yes le, her 90 10 her Heavenly Father
land pour out her sorrows, and interccds
lfor him; her prayers, the prayers of bro
ZEN hearted wife, will not be unheeded
sooner or later they will be heard.
Emily did pray for her husband, ard low
ed him. and when she heard his well known
step. though tile bitterness Of death was al
her heart, a smile Of welcome was ever on
| her l;ps to receive hi,n-but his race was
not yet run--the powers Of evil had yet the
mystery, he must sink still lower ere re-
morse could nucI, him.
The set, with whom Charles was now as
sociated, finding that his wife still main
tanned some influence over him, took I'D
vantage Of his still remaining sense Of hon
or, the keeping Of his word. and never part
ed with him without appointing another
meeting, and winning a promise That he
would come again. And he did 20 and
very soon he M longer needed urging but
gave himself up freely. and entirely to vice.
In n few short years the handsome, elegant,
fascinating Charles Dormer, was sunk from
his high station in the world to level with
drunkards and vagabonds-fron riches to
tho veriest poverty-from the envied pos
SCISSOR Of all the heart prizes to the despised
inhnbitant of hovel. Such is the end of
vice. Why will not the lhoughtess being
standing on precipice. longing, yet fear
ing to take the firsl step, why will he not
be warned, and turn ere it is TOO late Such
is the end of vice punishment must and
will follow in its course.
Emily is that youl" said Charles, in
a faint and low voice, as he lay stretched
in sickness upon n miserable mistress, IN "a
still more miserable apartment.
+" Thank God ho speaks!" said the still
young and (Iespite the ravagrs Of grief
lovely woman, ms she advanced aud bent
aver the invalid, +" Charles do you indeed
know me I"
"Know you, Emily surely, love, ]
have had strange and fearful dream. |
f,ncied we were driven from our home, and
knew not where TO lay our heads. But
what is thisl where nm ] : how came
in this hovel 7 - la there are maddening
thoughts that cross my brain. Was i. then
no dream, hut the cursed horrible reality
tell me, Emily, what means Ill this where
is my boy 7 l dreamed of him, too--,elI ne
not that wns no drea,n-where is he not
dcad. Emily, not dend-kilI me, but tel
me not my Chnrles is dend."
My own husband, talk not thus. Our
child is Ear happier than hc could have beer
had he remained with u.s."
Say no ,nOre-say no more-It is then
NIL true, and no dream. Yes the whole
dark scene IL coming back, with frigh,fu
accuracy to my mind. see my beautiful
hoy dying-dying in barn! Oh God i
is too much! could not even he be spared
what had he done, to be cut off in The frs
blush Of life my Charlcs----"
4 :" IN mercy was he taken, ere his youn,
, heart had known the icy chill Of disappoini
, ment, ere sin had cast darkness over III
SOUL"
The husband gazed long and tcnderI
upon the pale and care-worn face of hi
wife. My poor Emily" he said, after
long silence, I" the blight is upon your hear
Yes, the curse has sunk deep, nll whom
loved, are made to drink deeply Of il
Twas not enough" he continued in n IN,
tone, MS If thinking aloud, "'twos not c
nough, to brand me with the mark Of scor
II deserved it. brought it upon myself
I tempted my fate, aud il is just that
should reap the reward: but she, who's
soul is pure us Heaven, who never SHINE
but in loving me !---oh, there's the curse
why did she love me or, why, when al
the world spurned me, as we spurn SOM
venomous reptile, did she not hate me
when my boy, my loved one died and
gaping crowd execra,ed inc as its murdere
why did she no, curse me ! why came sI
here with me I here to this beggar's hole
beygnr The vilest bcgger that seeks b
bread from door to door, would turn wit
disgust from such dwelling place; y,
she has remained here, to nurse, to soolh
i. to kill me, with her voice Of endearmen
her Heavenly smile. Let me die oh Go'
| in mercy to her, let the die see, even nov
she weeps--till she knew me, her curse
her bane she never wept-happinc
! glanced in her eye, beamed from her suil
. spoke in her elastic step--where is it now
+ dead in her infants grav
hut in the grave Of her husbands virtue.-
Let the die in mercy to her, le, me die"
lie sunk languid and exhausted upo
4 his bed, and remained motionless. II
, tender wife hovered over him, in silenc
far she could not speak. Long that silen'
5 continued, ut length raising his head ,h'
he might look upon her, he addressed h
. wife, in calm and tranquil voice, Em
' ly," he said, "when did you hear fro
: your parents Z"
"No, since we came here, they know n
e were wo are"
e Have you not written J"
Il "No."
n Nor cndenvored in any way, to mal
e them acquainted with your situation p
e mo-"