The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-02-28

W." P""'r oi hls knowledge commanded
her respeei--the unpre,ending modes,y of
ms demeanor, joined to the report Of his
ch'valrous notions, won her admiration, aud
the manly dignity of his face and form, en-
chained her love. Yes, Florence--the flow
er of Florda-the sought-tle cour,ed--
the wayward Florence, yielded to the s,ran-
ger her hearts first love.
"Why, then. dolatry! Aye, that's the word
ToSpeak the deepest, broadest, widest passion
That every womans heart was swayed wihal"
And was De We're, the phlegmatc cool
reasoning philosopher, wholly unmoved by
the beautiful southerner. No: few men
could be so, md certainly not De We're
bu, he had early been the slave Of passion
had sown the wind to reap the whirlwind,
and bought at last, with the sacrifice OF
tranquility and peace of mind, the fatal me-
cessy for controlling passion by reason.
lie was fascinated hy the youthful beauty's
hfi'liani manners, interested in her many
excellent traits fiemper, & not altogether
unmoved by the tale which his knowledge Of
women easily read in her crimsonnp blush.
her iai'ering speech, and starting tear, when
ever he addressed her. Still she was co..
queite yes and most tyranical and incos-
stani one, too; and De We're turned from
the contemplation of her heavenly face with
sigh. The struggle between philosophy
ana nature wns soon 10 be resolved
An invitation to pass some days AT the
villa OF u wealthy New Orleans merchant
included Lord De We're, and after little
hesitation he determined to accept it.
will see her surrounded with admirers
and overwhelmed with hattery Twill mar
rowly watch It this paItry homage super
cedes her feelings for reason and me if SO,
why then farewell Mt once, fair Florida, and
this your sweetest daughter Beautiful an
thou art, and dear ms thou wonld's be, were
thy mind equal to thy face, / would SOON
er trust my ship on the breakers than my
happiness in thy hands, oh, lovIiest Flor
ence !"
And the philosopher descended 10 the sn-
loon, to await the appearance Of Miss Riy-
ers. She was already there, very simply
dressed aud bending in exquisite grace over
u hnrp, whose chords she was lightly touch
ing. -
Ah Lord De We're, am bidding farewell
To my harp; am sorry to leave my favor
iie hsrp even for week.
There will, probably, be other instruments
Mt Mr.. Trevanion's, Miss Rivers, remarked
the onsympaibiziog philosopher
Yes, but not this one she replied
tbough'fully, there mny he hundreds hand
somer 10 look on, and sweeter to hear, bu,
none endearcd to me by the associations of
this.
Her eyes were cast down. DE We're felt
sure TINT she alluded to the Duets plnyed
IN that harp with former lovers.
She is taking wrong course to make
me speak thought he, besides, l de,cst mn.
nGvering; then aloud, may be permitted
to ask, Miss Rivers, wl,nt those soft asso-
c'a.'ons were, connected with this hurp
II was my mothers.
The reply was but in four words, but
the holy paihos of child's affection infused
into them deep melody that spoke tn the
very soul De We're had heard no fayora-
BILE account ofNrs. Rivers but she had low
ed her child, and dearly had that child re-
turned her love. She WINS gone, and her
daughters heart remembered not her faults
but sacredly enshrined her good qnalnies---
hourly to love AID regret them.
The hand of Dc We're has clasped thar Of
Florence.
Florence" he said softly, :" dear Flor
ence.
Her heart benved-tle band was softly
stolen round her waist-sbe could not for.
bear her triumph, and sprang Iauehingly a.
way, exclaimlDg,-
Nadre de Dios, pray do not become SEN
liniental, for there is nothing in life I deiest
10 much; andsee, too, yon have thrown
my oiangc blossom from my girdIe--the
,ery blossom Young Trevanion CAV. me,
md promised 10 wear il for his sake.
You are extremely amazing, Upnsieur ie
fhilosophe And stopping to recover her
lower, she pressed it TO her lips, aud went
mt Of the room carolng gaiIy. lie gazed
fer her.
And you really are extremely fascinating,
a belle Florence, br' you never will be
rnncis WeIlesley's wife.
They we're both wrong.
About "a week had passsd away in the
xurious villa Of Mr. 'Preyauion, and, rs
C We're bad rightly conjeciured, Florence
elded herself wholly. to the delights of
'quetting with, and yranising over a
,rde Of flatiteripg admirers. Indeed so
imerons were her vagaries, so incons,ant
sr caprices, that daily wns the noble heart
ber real lover becoming more and more
cancd from his attacliment--and deeply
,s her excellent father shocked to behold
e alienation of hat he so anxiously COW
ed for his wnyward child-a rational,
anly husband. II was at this beautiful
at called Versailles, from, it's resemblance
the far famed namcsake ia points If
emery, aud which. situated immediate
the river, afforded all the various amuse.
enis Of boating, fishing, and watching the
that the incident occurred which
casioned the first picture. Florence had
'de capture Of an extrsordinary monde
ript species of a bird, with which she
'uld fool all day, and immodersteIv ca