The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-11-13

Richard Malvertop had finished his story -
upon the ear oi ,ha, vnhappy father II (sll. lfks
molten lead Spon the condemned criminal.
The unco,resied ianhs Of his daughters youth.
rose up before him 10 giant mag niiude. Like
the High Priest Of old. the dark fend Of nm
accusing conscience was whispering in his ear.
- She did evil, and you restrained her not"
81 did not think 10 welcome You thus.' tn
the old home of yonr childhood. my brotkrr.
! have hecn very i'll, Richard, and this starry
has stricken me again TO ieehlcncss. Chsaish
isabel Everett for my sake--it may be my last
| request" As he ceased speaking the doero-
pened, and Clara ep,ered--could she gain her
fathers ear, alb might yet be well; and with
such desperate purpose had she eoIfe.
- Believe him mol father !" she cried
" Ricbard MaIver'on has come barb with little
of broiber's love, 10 saw disscnsion in The
bosom Of your home. Father The tale is iahc
listen to your dsue htcr! :" She is my child
take her away" said her father. in low.
hosrse tone of emotion. lie WAS obeyed..
Richard Mslveiion led her forth without the.
door; she shook oil his hold in fierce wrath.
and words oi passion were upon her lips; sud
denly - low cry fell upon her ear; then came
the sound of an old mans sobs, wruug from
the hearts a:ony-ah'
To have thankiess child !"
The morrow came--Clara was alone in her
ohambrr. Detected. aud exposed, she vas not
BUNDLED. 10 convince her father of her inno-
cence. ~as her determined purpose that ac-
she might yet retain her good
name. She olencd his bedroom door: lac
bad not risen. How SHH that chamber wa.
I, seemed as though the breath of the sleeper
a. Ill I.I
Yes il was even so; ~ the calm, and I'nmo-
yable features there Was 10 trace OF life. Yet,
upon the couuienancc thrr. fingered peace.
and beauty lit was as though al the kindly.
and warm feelings thai dwef in his hsart, had
fingered 10 their upward flight, Good old
mani in mercy. werf thu called so Suddenly.
With fraturcs almost cold, and rigid
the dead Clara gazed on!-Oh that leng. fin
ed eaze OF horror Despair bad ciasped the
heart IN its icy folds But The sense oi her
guilt vas abiding--sbe Land her head in tho
dust and out o( that self-abasemeni she came
. better. and wiser woman.
u was a room furnished with exceeding s,,lep-
ioi--rich. aud rare objects Of art, frUm
many lands. were scattered around, the Gift at
Richard Malverfon for the old man dwel'
with his children! Blu, the rarsst object there
and the lovele.'. by far !--was the gentle
mistress Of that U,ansH'o. Tears we're in those
syes-ibose large. lus,rous eyes Yet. there
vas in them an expression OF the hearts deep.
lccp happiness. Sydenham is sreakine'o 10 her.
Your Uncle Richard. my Isabel. has or
Tered a costly stone 10 be erected over your
Moihsrs grave ; aud he has chosen an ipserip.
ION. which, II IL could be grsren with truth up
IN III, monument OF every mo,hcr, there would
,e few Clara MaveroDs
And her children shall rise up. and call her
IleSsed.'
- Oh Isabel ] feel how deep debt Of graf
iude is due TO that faithful Mother whose ear
y teaching. and judicious counsel have made
ou what you are. Thou art beautiful. my
eioyed!" and the young husbsud rlasPed ber
DDdly TO his hear--"snd good, NJ thou sr
eautiful! Bless thee, Isabel my Own. and
esresi ,--bless thee in al things. even ss thou
last blessed the life OF thy husband! =