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

,sh service under General Brad,,ock nnd
fought eide by side with his immortal friend
It through that disastrous campaign. In-
e spired by example, and elevated by his
patriotism and piety, with Washington, nj
so, he resigned the BRUSH service, and
gave his arm TO The cause of the Graded
GODDESS, s,-American Liberty. He lived
!. 10 see her in her full grown glory, spread
4 ing rich blessings over the favored land ia
which she had raised her noblest trophies
he lived TO rejoice in u yirtuous wife and
affectionate children, then full of years and
honors, he was laid down to his rest, near
to where the ashes of his loved and honor
ed friend had consecrsted the spot TO grste-
ful recollection.
In the vast concourse OF strangers who
visited the new Republic came distinguish
ed foreigners, of the name Of Meronville.
Adele, The daughter, was seen by Wash
ington Rivers, the only son of the revolu-
tionary hero, and ns sooner seen than
loved. He was young, distingue, and
wealthy. Msd'elle Adele de Meronyille
thought he would be no despcable match.
She threw on HIM the softest glance of
those bright black eyes, ard signed, Z" Al
quH foir noble - then very pre,iily
blushed at remembering that the southener
spoke French. The heart Of Washington
became uneasy--it was dangerous ground.
Yos genllemens Americaine no, al
all feel dc what you call love, on ne COM
prered pas in, une grande passion, une af-
fdire de eouer-ah much wish
"What does Mad'ellc dc Meronvlle
wish y asked Rivers, as the perspiration
began 20 drop of his nose and if he had
been sufficiently composed, he might have
added, in the impassioned words of an
English poet, Lord Lit,le,on, vixen his
mistress gazed at the moon, wish not for
that, beloved, alas Icannot give it thee"
"Only dat not have no heart at ALL"
responds the fair Adele, pressing small
hand most sentimentally over the region
where, embedded in cambric and lace, her
heart might he supposed to lie.
Aud why--whereforc 7" gsspcd out
Rivers. The odds were ten to one on
Adele--the goal in view, and the favorite
as fresh ms at starting.
Because pareegue--ah Monsieur Riv-
ers, me must not tell dat to you !-ih oieE
what do say Pour Fomou de Dieu, let
me 60 ~
The game WAS up, the race was won,
the Adele won the plate of matrmony, and
the Washington Rivers was loser in
deed.
This trhing sketch of the mother of
Florence has been given as un excuse for
her foiblcs- brought up until sixteen yenrs
OF age, by frivolous coquette, even the
sound principle and sterling sense Of her
father, could not wholly conuteraet the
baneful influence on her mind, and amidst
the rich seeds Of many virtues, tares of bad
example and worse precept sprang up, to
be consumed only by purifying fires of ad- |
versity. We have said that Florence Riy-
ers had little of heroine about her, except
one, however-her rare and marvellous
beauty. Oh, glorious as the Creators last
and loveliest work was that bright face,
where God had seemed to set his seal 7
Bright as the twin born stars were those
dark eyes, in which as in the sleeping wa
tiers of the Isle of Foun,s. all heavenly
things were glassed, and that pure, trans
parent cheek, Nature and Truth seemed
to have chosen as a tablet to record their
purest feeling on. In the unerring grace
of every unstudied movement, in the rich
music ofevery silver sound dwelt the charm,
the might, the majesty Of loveliness,"
aid the beholder would feel, as he gazed
on Florence Riyers,--ihnt if Virtue were
not throned on that fur brow, never did
deceit dwell in such gorgeous palace. A
slight scene at the early age Of twelve, will
better describe her, than volume of words.
"Look, my beautiful Florence, what
your father has presented you, to go to the
ball tonight" exclaimed Mrs. Rivers to
her daughter, at the same time holding up
pair Of pearl bracelets.
Mon dieu is not this charming birth
day present p
Florence was in raptures. She tried on
the braceleis--she turned to the glass and
bushed. Florence began to ieel that she
was beautiful
Where is Phoebe to dress me That
stupid girl is so slow ] am dying to see
how my new white satin fits the. Phebe--
why say Phebe Go some Of the slaves
to call her-how dare she keep me waiting
80 y q
dozen Of negroes Of all sizes came out
Of their burrows at this command, and I
after a short lapse, the tardy Phebe ar a
rived to dress her young lady, and stand q
no gentle reprimand for her dda,oriness. $
The girl, who was white servant made C
no reply, but. exactly as the white satin q
dress, richly oroamenied with blonde, %
was to be put on, Florenco's eye fell on J.
Phebe's hands. She started back. Why, ID
you nasty, untidy girl, What on earth nils d
your hands They are as black as mig b
gers; are you not ashamed to handle my "
beautiful satin with those filthy paws' Go =
and scour them" y
The girl colored deeply. b
They are not dirty, Miss Florence, d
hey are only stained" b
That's false I" efclaimod the South b
.rnef's daunhfer % the very siRhi Of them v