The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1837-10-11

"George," said the baron, in n broken
voice, " the will of Heaven mast be oheyed,
and lis degree submitted to. Life is but n
chequered scene-grief follows on the heels
of joy and sorrow clouds prosperity.
Thou has been fortunate, my son; and
thou art about to feel what all must feel"
$50 on-go on, ,"-exclaimed the youth
impaiiently.
Man thyself' The old baron paused
the words appeared to choke him. Bar
bara is false
False - cried young Selby. What ly-
ing tongue dared couple falsehood and Bar
bara 2
Calm thee, my boy. There is, alas,
proot-damning proof-withn these very
walls
'Oh God, and are my worst suspicious
true aud could that image of an angel be
the wretched thing you call her 2
Were the person with whom she had Of
Tended placed within your power
Ho thou, my noble father, ask a Sell
by what vengeance he would exact from the
man who had dishonored him Blood
father, blood AN ocean, If it flowed with
in his veins, would be all too little to wash
my shame awayn
A murmur of appreciation filled the
room.
cannot, will not blame .hce, George
but he that has thus injured thee, must, il
noble, have fair play. Vengeance, but not
murder, becomes the hand of Selby.'
But where is the vilianl Is he in the
house Is he among the company
Patience, my son-pntiencc. Think We
that would rob thee of thy just revenge
No, George. Old as this arm is, were there
none other to ayepge the injury, mine
should at least attempt it,
Barhara--once idolizcd Barbara--u
short month since had slant taxed thee
with harboring an unholy thought would
have said he slandered thee y exclaimed
Geoge Selby and, overcome with grief, the
unhappy youth leaned for support upon
Wyndham's shoulder, and sobbed as if his
heart was bursting.
To see brave man weep is fearful. Th'
bosom must be heavily overloaded, whcl
tears are forced from eyes which have, al
unmoved looked on the reddest battle
field. His father vainIy attempted to sooth,
him, and his kinsmcn eynced the teBdcres
sympathy.
George, we have duty, and painful
one, to perform, Justice, first, my son, and
vengeance afterwards. Thou kuwcst the
temper of the times, and that thy erring wife
is of faith opposed to our profession. II
we act unadviscdly, the Romish party will
not scruplc 10 assert that we have wrong
fully accused her of falschood to Thy bed,
only to work her ruin,-and the penalty OF
crime will be imputed TO our hatred of her
religion. Hast thou courage to witness the
disclosures Of her shame, and remain here
while TO her own face we establish her dis
honesty z
Yes, my father, but the exposure Of her
guilt must not he befor any save our own
kinsmen. Barbara, though thou hast with
cred my young heart, and humble my pride
to the very earth, will not have thy fall
exhibited to those who are even now gazing
on thy beauties, and fancying thee too pure
and glorious for this sinful world
Thou art right, my poor boy. Here her
offence shall be proved, and here the pain
ful scene shall end
ahu HcIc, iHHIUluicu lHc uHi"thnui'
youth, shall take the last look of that face
which earthly beauty never equalled.'
Go Hal, said the baron, assume look
Of Indifference, If thou canst, and without
causing observation, lead the lady Barbara
hither. Is Herbert outside 2
Ho is, my lord,' replied one Of the Sci
bys.
Let him remain, till we require him
here
A period Of five minutes elapsed, while
the old baron endeavered to confirm the
fortltude of his son, and enable him to sup
port the painful discovery Of Barbara's un-
worthiness. The door was softly Enclosed
/ George Selby turnedjh jhls head away, and
leaned against the mantelpiecc,-hl kIns-
men looked upon the floor while radiant
| in beauty, and little dreaming of the scene
that awaited her, the Border flower grace
fully approached the place where the baron
was standing. Struck with the appearance
Of the party, she bestnted, and stopped ~
the middle Of the room.
i crave your pardon, my lord. have
mistaken Master Wyndbam, and been
without design, an intruder OIL these gentle.
men,
Would that it were so, lady. You have
been sent for, here, and have been called
on to disclose as sad q tale as ever passed =
fathers lips
My lord = aud the blood mounted to bel
cheeks.
Yes It's a trying visitation. ] SPEAK
no, Of my own withered hopes, when ! see
the wrecked happiness Of my only child
ius, ss he had started on his earthly career
with as brilliant prospects as ever opened
upon say
MY lord, what means all thisl My hus
bands silence, the presence of these gen
tlemenl
1T means, lady, that thou hast sullie'
thy own fair fame, and rendered him, VIII
n confded in thee. vretched, miserable an