The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-08-21

Hannah would be shackIe. II Is ms Iforesaw
but will not rcproach thee, Andrew; il wss
thy nsture."
And most bitterly have suffered. NY,
broken vsws have rung perpetual kpell 10 my
ears. and barred up the avenues to enjoyment.
Inc lov,nk, the Trusting Mary, hath been tho
v!enm Of my error And thee, too. Hannah.
The blight hath fallen from ma upon two spir-
u.s. ef whom the world 10 not worthy. Woe,
woe 10 me !" And he pressed his hand 70 his
brow for the large veins sers swollen and rig
id with the intensity Of his sufferings.
Hannah laid her hand gently upon his shoul-
der.
ANDREW Horton, thou art called not to ease
and enjoyment, but TO labor and trial. Grid
thyself for the contest. and be strong even in
the strength Of the Most High. Gill strive
once more 70 forget thee. But, oh God have
| not stri'enl Have I not vrestpd day aud
night with tears and many praye.sl Andrew,
will pray yet again, that this bitter cup may
pass away from us. But oh when / pray 10
forget, even in the agony Of my spirit, do not
still remember theel / will strive ,et again.
Andrew, return TO Thy bride |; be all to her thou
hast promised at the altar TO be, that thy con-
science upbraid thee not for wrong done 10 tho
gentle and iinid. whose spirit is i'll able 10 bear
suffering Of any kind, far less 10 have il deaf
ont without measure, as il hath been 10 me-
Farewell" She pressed his hand gently, and
left the room.
For many years had Hannah Newton dis
charged the duties Of her sex with pa,e cbeek
and placid brow, sympathising in the sorrows
Hall, hut herself seeking sympathy from ponc
for with mind lofty and exalted as hers, hui
man sources OF consolation were sitsrIy una
vailing. .,She stood alone in the majesty OF
grief, seeking consolation only from the Great
Comforter. But nov tho smile fingered about
her mouth, and the light returned to her eye
yet her step grew feeble, aud her brow ass um-
ed a more transparent beauty. The image Of
Andrew Horton again mingled with her dreams.
and visited her mental vision. She felt, she
knew, that her love was still dear to him, = that
he turned TO her with the fondpess Of earlier
days. She knew this, brt il filled her with
doubt and anxiety. Had Andrew Horton, tho
minister Of the Most High, dared to forget his
VOWS TO his wife. TO her whom he had sworn to
love and to cherish Or was the fair bride at
rest, gone in her youth and beauty to the bo.
SON Of her God
Again. Andrew Hortos, with pale cheek and
oitier beauty stood by the side Of Hannah
lie told how the sweet. cbild-like Mary had
fallen asleep like young howret blighted upon
the stalk. He dwelt upon her love, her beau
own.
- And now. thee viii, be my own wife, Han.
nah even as thou hast been the bride of my
spirit. ! shall acquire new strength with 4
spirit like thine. Thee will caution. advise.
and elevate me. Thy love shall purify and ex,
all me. Mary was beautiful child, sluniber-
ing upon my bosom; when doubt and suffer
ing came upon me, she would fling her white
arms around me, aud mingle her tears and
sighs. But thou. Hannah, would'st have dis.
PEELED my doubts; thou would's have told
me TO the true sources Of consolation, and thy
prayers would have been as the dew Of Hsr-
mon TO my spirit. Thy caresses would havo
blessed, while they exalted me. Wilt thou
not be my own wife, bride Of my spirit 7" lie
drew her 10 his bosom-bcr cheek rested upon
his. She pressed her lips to his. and her arms
encrcied his neck. A deep sigh escaped her,
and her head fell upon Bis shoulder.
Andrew Horton raised her from his bosom
and sazcd upon her face. Hannah Newton
was TO be only the spirits bride. She was
dead