The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-04-18

froil and delicate, where seemingly strong
er spirits fail. One who noted Isabel's
slight figure, and looked into the soft depths
of her eyes, and heard her gentle voice,
would never have dreamed that she could
voluntarily leave the feathered nest of her
childhood for the dangers of the ocean, and
the hardships Of an Indian exile bat such
have not studied the promptipgs of human
will. coupled with strong religious enthusi-
asm.
That evening Henry Clayborne came to
hear his final sentence he felt what 1t
would be, for Isabe's touching welcome
told more than words. 1t was not the
downcast blush Of common acceptance, but
the frank determined glow ofa holy reso-
luton.
"This kindness augurs well for me-" lle
said, fondly, as he held her con6ding hand
bu: have come resolved not to take ad-
vantage of it. Better, dearest, is it for me
to brave this wild path alone. | leave no
mother who nursed my childhood to weep
over my absence, no father to sigh for at
tentions he just begins to realize, no little
sister whose opening mind oughtto Mould.
Beside, am a man, and can tread through
dangers where your softer spirit would
droop, could not bear, love, to see this
white brow (and he pressed his lips to it
with subdued homage y burning beneath
those sultry skies i could not bear that
these tender feet should fail in the wilder
ness, nor that your intellectual powers and
affectionate heart should languish for SYM
pathy. Be nv bride, and with that claim
upon you, shall depart braced for danger,
but must go alone. My dreams were ter
rife last night, and when awoke, the
glow of the missionary was lost in trcmor
of the lover. Ysu must remain, my Isabel.
"You have been tempted, Henry" said
the brave girl, carsssing the hand she held.
God has Withdrawn his countenance from
you, or you would not talk thus. My pa
rents will shortly feel holy pride in their
bold missionary girl, as friend after friend
gathers reurd with religious sympathy.
Beside, Henry, who should think of such
ties when Gsd callsi We must tread the
waves at the voice Of Jesus. His voice is
near, l hear it now. {. Help, Father, helT
or we perish" she exclaimed, and her face
cIowed like an angels as she sank on he
knees with cIasped hands and prayerfu
eyes," Shall we sink while he is by
Look on thy servants in this hour of need,
the storm of temptation is near; the bllow,
rage, put forth thy hand and save"
Henry knelt beside her; he caught the
soaring enthusiasm Of his promised bride
his voice was not heard, but his lips moved
In those moments of stiffness a sublime self
dedication had been made. They both
rose. awe go together" be whispered
and folded her 10 bis heart.
MOTHERS TRIALS,
There were busy preparation for the brl'
dal and voyage. Religion, love, friendship
were active, and even strangers rs they
heard the story of the self-immolaton OF the
young and beautiful girl, sent in their testl'
msnials of interest.
4 When friends entered and bestowed their
parting kiss on her sister, Rosalie's pretty
eyes filled with tears !; but the gifts, the bus
tie, and novelty of prepartion soon drleC
them up again. A doubling cast of care
was on her fathers brow, but he bade Goo
speed and bless his child. Ellen went me-
| chanicaIy through her duties. If she wal
sadder and paler than her wont, was it moi
for Isabel, her dear friend and cousin =
| And how Jared it with the mother Of thu
young exile She busted herself, for she
dared not be idle.--She checked the strug.
Cling sigh, and wiped off the gathering
tear, and her short ejaculatory prayer fol
patience and submission wentup when none
could hear-Time sped, how soon he
flies with moments counted by parting
friends y and the bridal was to take place
on the morrsw, the departure the succeed.
ing day. One by one the family retired
the mother last, for troubled and restless
emotion made her wakeful. As she snt a
lone, the ticking Of the tincpiecc seemed
almost shrill TO her excited ear. She re-
called the childish JOY of Isabel; when
raised to that old clock she clapped he
hands at the revolving moon, whose roun'
| face looked upon her; there was the littl'
, chair, now Rosalie's, in which Isabel ha'
sought ambitiously, but in vain, to rest he
dlmpled feet OF the floor, That room coul'
almost tell her history. There was"th'
E framed and faded sampler, Knocked by th
, changing fashions of the day; the more C.
, Iaborate and tasteful decorations Of the pen
Gil; the piano forte, which bad sootbed ant
frightened her varying hours. Was 1t pos
{ sble that those dear hands should touch il
chords no more for years, perhaps forever
, There was the workbox, the quiet bu, prec
: ious instrument over which a woman
, heart pours out its home emotions in NOS
unconscious freedom. She opened it wit
| a trembling hand. How tasteful, how ju
, dicious Character was visible ia all 1t
combinations it spoke Of economy, jus
+ arrangement and fancy, while little touch
es of the affections peeped forth from il
many compartments, as she gazed on thes
{ things tears gsshed forth, and she hear
5 not fsabeI's light footsiep, until her arm
D were thrown around her.
: 81 would that you had not witnesse
, these emotions" said her mother, aImo,