The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-01-23

anu useu every argument 10 sootne auO
console. Her conyulsive sohbings gradu-
. ally became stI!ed, aud by the Time thai
Capt. Beaumont arrived with the nndlady
of the inn, she was restored 10 state ot
calmness but with mn expression of such
utter forlornness imprinted upon her lovely
face, ms powerfully affected the two young
men, and putting purse into her hand,
they hastily left the cottage 20 conceal their
emotion.
From the dlers round the inn, they
learned The history of Jeanette GRAY, the
Village Flower as she wus called by the
peasantry around. Her father had remov-
ed there about two years before, and had
neither held communication with the in
habtans, o: suffered his young and beau
tiful daughter t. minsle in the village sports
and excepting the old gray headed
schnolmsster-whol loved the child, aHd oc-
casonnlly gave her instruction, none enter
ed the cottage. The father was = cold and
stern man, and it was rumored that many
dark act had compelled him to seek the
shelter of that quiet spot-and at last he
became a thing for the finger Of scorn to
point Mt; seeking in deep inebrintiny
drauglts an oblivion for memory.
A few of the peasants assembled 10 pny
the last duties 10 the old man, from feeling
ofpity for the child and us the grave was
filled up, turned carelessly away--whlst
she flung herself upon the small Mound
weeping 2asssnately, Notwithstanding the
Efforts of the kind lnndlady to console her.
Law, now, don't grievc so, you shall
come home with me, aud every one will do
l., II Il
girl-and she drew her from The church
yard 10 her own dwelling.
Days passed On, nnd Roscoe aud his
friend spent their time in rambling over
hill and vuIe,' but evening invariably
brought them back 10 the village inn. Capt
beaumont began to feel uneasy. Why
was Clarendon so unwilling To leave
Why almost petulnntly tell him that he
might return to the castle when he pleased,
if he was tired of ruralzingl He knew
his friend well, and that with all his great
and good qualities he was romantic and
enthusiastic in the extrene-and Jeannette
was one to realize poets dream
" Not the face of Heaven
Ia iIs seTenest colorS nor earth IN all
Its garniture of flowers, nor all that live
In the blight world of dreams, nor all the eye
or creative spirit meets in air,
Could in the smile and sunshine of her charms
Not feel itself DER masterd by such
And perfect beauty yet she bore herself
So gently, that the lily on its stalk
Bends not so easily its dewy head"
Well might he fear for him the
naughty spirit of the young noble had in
deed bowed low to the innocence md holy
purity enshrined in the bosom of the low ly
peasant girl.
This is worse than madness, exclaIrn-
ed Beaumont at the close of u long nrgu-
inent, 'whnt can Jeanette be to you but n
passing dream. Consider your long line
of anccstors-your rank in society-ihe
prejudices of all your titled conuexlons;
and last, not least, her utter want of educa-
ton, of accomplishments to fit her for such
high station, and then whether your proud
name would not be furnished by such an
alliance
And look abroad into the world, Beau
mont, and see amidst its tnsel glare if you
know of one heart as pure from corruptlng
passions rs hers, beauty as perfect, without
touch of wonan's vanity to mar 1t.
Seems she not more like "A guileless child,
free from a taint of wordliness or sin =
When the whisper of adulation is on .
her ear, when crowds bow aud Uffer up in
cense vt the shrine Of the new beauty, aud 4
she IS surrounded by spIcndor and wealth,
think you she will retain this simplicity, !
this purity! You are fascinated now, Ros- |
coe, bu, with all your intellectual gifts. you
will hnd that mind as well as beauty will
be wanting to constitute happiness. But |
have warned you and shall leave YOU to
yourself
Not without giving me your word as a
man Of honor not TO betray my confidence,
replied Roscoe. with something Of pique ia /
his tone.
'On this you may rely said Beaumont,
and they separated.
Beaumon, wa. obliged 10 leave his friend
and rejoin his regiment, and dearly ms he /
had loved him from his boyhood, Roscoe
was glad to be relieved from the restraint
his presence imposed.
Jeanneue wns his constant compsnion
in his rambles, by the side of the river and
over the pleasant, meadows. Her sadLess
had worn off, and there was n sweet play
fulness in her manners, joined TO her EN-
tire dependence upon him, that completed
the conquest Of his heart. He saw m her,
indications Of native talent, and the mild
ness and beauty Of many Of her ideas just
suited his romantic turn Of mind. And
she, that beautiful being, whose every look
betrayed his influence over his affections,
whose eye So rImidly turned to his for sp-
proyal, was she to bnw as some sweet flow
er, because the siorm4cloud was near. Her
destiny remains yet to be told.
They were wandering orc evening by
the rivers banks, and after watching the
waves reflect thousand raiinnt colors
froiE the beautiful sunset, ClarendDn drew
her towards n rustic seat in silence. He