Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1839-11-28

aud, suddenly, she would sl'nost draw tears
from myself and all present by her eloquent
sppesIs--which were ~ suddenly removed
by her corruscations Of wit. All this occur
ring in the midst of great variety of other
professional engagements, which forbade my
remaining At home for an hour in the twenty
four, kept me in . state Of nervous exct.
sbIlny, which has not. to this day, worn Off
In about fortnight after her first attack,
while resting myself, after most fatiguing
ride, received a note, written 10 a strange,
mysterious and incohsrent style, signed
"Roberta Bruce" Not knowing a person Of
that narnc, nor the subject alluded to, sup.
posed it was quiz, and threw il away or
burnt it. Afterwards learned that a mes
senger had come for me to visit Mr..
family and II immediately occurred to me
that the note was from my eccentric patient.
J sent prescription, and my suspicious were
soon confirmed. The messenger brought me
note, OF which the following is copy, YER
bstim:
1--WE were all much delighted at the recep-
ton OF your kind, interesting, and affection
ate letter. You spoke OF tho absence OF
Alecto, with joy inexpressibls. I suppose
you know To whom | alludc. might well
say, ss the sun softens and dlssoves an icy
rock upon the summit of the Apprentices, so
the iinpetuous passions Of a married man are
su6dued by the voice Of her he loves. Do
write me how your interesting grass-hoppers
sre, 10 report says | am enamored Of one or
oil OF them but 1t must be q iapsus lngue.
The heart, however, 10 IN the rignt place.
expect this to be viewed with the eye of al.
fiction, not that OF a critic. When is Henry
Clay TO deliver his address al our sublunnry
village? You must excuse inaccuracies and
bad writing, as ] am blind. and cannot steady
nv hand. This horrible disease continues.
(Signed) ROBERrA Bruce.
"P. 3. Oh that was in Lapland, standing
upon some immense iceberg, overhanging
the Aurora Borealis, not a thought would
then extend to the convent. DO ride down
and bring me one mouhiul Of cheer. Did
you ever hear of, read Of, or see so horrible
Q disease ?"
Being urged by the family to visit her,
did SO forthwith. Her conversation soon ex-
planned the purport Of this incoherent letter
] remained IN attendance during the day and
highland soon after returning home, recei-
we'd from her the following rhapsody:
"Oh my sweet friend, he reclaimed, since
now feel myself entitled thus to call you,
well indeed might your nation have hailed
you as sacred and while the heart which
now throbs with emotion, to which it has
hitherto been a stranger, beats with the pulse
vi life, on the return Of this will make lis
offering to that glorious orb, TO whose genial,
nu,ritive beams this precious rose owes its
existence. ] would rather possess one beam
of that genius which elevates your mind
above all earthly distinctions, and those prin-
ciples OF integrity which breathe in your
af.Na and Al. III
the honors ever conferred on man. Our
meeting was attended with new and touch
ing interest-the sweet result Of that perfect
Intelligence which now, for the first time.
existed between US, aud which stole its birth
from that tender aud delicious glance, which
love first bestowed on me, reclining near the
cypress cemetery. While my very soul fol-
lowed this brilliant comet 10 her perihelion
OF sentiment aud Imagination, | had my eye
on her mnd-lliumined face, and said Is
expression then necessary for the convey
auce OF such profound, such exquisite feel.
ings? May not o similarity Of refined or
ganlzation exist between souls, and produce
that mutual intelligence which sets the ne.
cessity of cold verbal expressions at defiance?
May not The sympathy of a kindred sensl.
bili'y IN the bosom Ut another, meet and enjoy
those delicious feelings by which yours is
warmed and sinking beneath the inadequa-
cy Ut language to give them birth, feel like
you IN silent and sacred emotion? Whether
The tie which binds me al once 10 moral and
physical good Is OF fragile texture and Of
transient existence, or whether it will become
closely twined with the hbres Of the heart,
end, breaking, break IT, time only can deter
mine. To mine, therefore, I commit my
fate but while thus led BY the hand Of virtue,
] inebrlate ut the living spring of bliss, while
TeeliDg through a wilderness. of joy-all the
life. giving siirit Of spring, mellowed by the
GENIAL glow OF summer, sheds its choicest
treasure on the smiling hours which yester-
day usheTed in the most delightful Of the
season. Tie gray vapors Of twilight were
already stealing amidst the illumlned clouds
that aoated ia the atmosphere, the suns gol.
den heams no longer scattered around their
rich reful2ence, and the low Of retreating
day was fading even from the horizon, where
its parting glor'es family lingered-l arose
earlier than usual the disturbance of mind
would not suffer me to rest; walked as tho
] scnrcely touched the earth, and my spirit
seemed to ascend with the lark, which scared
over my head, to hail the splendor Of the
dewy dawn"
After my next visit received from her
tne IoliowIng note:
FROM THE CONVENT.
Roberta Bruce, Queen of Scotland. is
sgain compelled to address the mimic Of """"
s's. She really feels il a condescension for
the royal queen 10 stoop thus low but con-
fined as she is in q cloIster, it is not to be
wondered at. She commands you to send
the letter last received, as conveys are
coming from every quarter Of the globe,
for the iare and sublime production, par.
ticularly from NJ. and X, who say they
will stir heaven and earth to obtain it. She
frequently visits NJ. On the last visit he
emphsticsIly said: What affectionate hand
will spread flowers over my solitary grave
tor baply. ere that period arrive, this tren-
bling hand shall have placed the cypress over
the tomb Of her who loved me living, and
would lament me dead. She never will for
get the day on which he first saw her in
Scotland, delivering her farewell address to
her aires and countIymen. He walked up
and repeated thus-'May the eye ,ha. sees
thee for the drst time, wish that it may not be
the last, and the ear that drinks thy lsnguish
ing words grow thirsty as it quaffs them.
now crown my golden hours Of bliss, and
wbsiever msy be my future destiny, will
at least rescue one beam Of unalloyed felic-
ty from its impending cloud; for, oh royal
queen, there is a prophetic something which
jncessanily whispers me, that in clouds and