The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1838-03-07

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annoyed at this attack.
Pray tell me first whether you are 10
be at the Princess" to night Vain will
prove all the festal lamps if your eyes are
absent. Whati will not your husband
lover, your Sultan master permit in God
Miss Rivers, cum you--you SO adorable, SO
superior tn every other woman, stoop to an
arrogance which none other would bear I"
II your strange speech relates to Lord
Wellesley, he assured. bis opinion or his
will, coacerns me not"
A sardonc smile, curled the thin lin Of
Everard Trevaniou-he bowed with a po-
lite incredibly. The eyes Of Florence
flashed with impateuce.
81 shall be there tonight"
You think so now" he answered, &" but
DE We're has publicly said, he will not per-
NIT your presence"
Florence coIored scarle,--" IIis words
then are ms false, as his interference is un-
lust'tiablc Go shall, and you shall give
me your attendance there. NY dress is
that of Su,ans, Mrs. Moniague's an Obi
woman"
stu the willy villain appeared unconviuc-
ed and affected to lament thnt her win
would inevitably be controlled. Burning
with Indignation, piqued by Trevanion's
implied reproach, carried away by the
headlong reaction of feeling, she caught up
Il pen and wrote.
TO LORD DE VERB.
What the intended wife Of Frances, Lord
DE We're, may, or may not do, concerns me
no;bng. III he desires to see me this even.
ing, at the Princess PuIaski's | will bc
found
His lordship's obedient servant,
FLORENCE RIVERS.
The fatal note was scaled-was sent
the die was tbrown--the fiat had gone
forth.
4 With this insane Act departed all the en-
.fergy of the wayward girl in silence, she
received all the compliments aud raptures
Of Trevanlon, and long after he bad gone
che sat still as stone, hewildefed and afraid
to think on what she had done. The hours
wore on, each seemed to strike upon the
bare nerves, MS they sounded the approach-
ing time. No letter from DE Vere-no
message. Sill she hoped" He will not,
Cannot give me up! He will give way,
will consent that shall go, and then will
relinquish il also. Relinquish it /! Grs-
cioos Heaven what IS there to give up 7
Is this pleasure Is this triumph I"
The time for dressing arrived, and in
agony unuiternble, Florence beheld herself
arrayed in the gorgeous robes Of Sultana.
up to the last moment, il is probable, she
would not have gone, but just as she was
dressed, her servant announced that Lord
De We're was below. Not the exile, when
the threshold of home is kissed by his feet;
not the reprieved criminal, when he has
felt the fatal rope; not the released captive,
when Heavens breath baihcs his brow
centest such deep, such soul loIt rapture. as
bounded in the heart Of Florence with this
welcome news She prest her hands ON
her breast 10 still it's inmates throbs, and
J with her fears banishing all her regret, she
J schooled her brow and carriage to q more
than common pride.
"The victory is won the triumph mine
, How could distrust the power of that beau.
r ty, before which so many have knelt as will
$ ling slsves9 BE quie, bounding heart
{ Look scornful gllstening eyes never mon
r DE We're imagine how deeply, how devoted
, ly ] love him"
, She then received the finishing touches
; to her gorgeous dress, and taking up the
mask, she slowly descended to the saloon,
where DE We're awaited her.
lie started visibly at her appearance, and
for moment, emotion shook his manly
frame TO tremor but soon mastering him
SELF he advanced to her calm, hut cold
with a countenance composed, but very
pale.
have waited on you for the last time,
Miss Rivers. to resign The documents of
useless guardianship, aud return the sem
blsnce of what, only through mistake, |
loved. These features are fair, but twas
not their rare and regnl beauty won my
love, I believed that in them shoDc the
light oftrutb, purity and tenderness was
deceived their sole attraction gone, take
back the worthless lineaments mo they
never more can pain or charm"
lie extended the letter of her father ap-
pointing him her guardian, and ministure
of herself, with an unembsrrsssed aud
somewhat scornfnl air. Alas for Flor
encc Rivers had he but been silent; had
he evnced the smallest sorrow, she would
have fallen at his feet and besought his
pardon-but thus stoical-thus conten,pt-
uousl The demon of pride rose paramount
in her heart-sbe drew his miniature, still
warm, from it's lovely nesting place. and
haughtily presented it to him, saying
Lord Wellesley De yere has conferred
on me the last obligation in his power. J
thank him for returning the pledge ofa mis-
taken child, who, believing gratitude 10 bs
love, was willing to sacrifice herself how
ever repugnantly, to its trammels."
Enough enough Miss Rivers, be-
comes not even the memory Of attachment,
to load it with taunt or iuveciive-it has
past forever Yet il. ms the friend Of her
father" the voice Of De We're became trsm-