Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1839-08-13


become one ofthc ornaments of the prctt-
est hand IN the word. twas a ring which
Florence had given him the very morning
he left Woodbun.
The two years he was 10 be away had cx-
pircd. Florence said her father to her
ono morning, | never saw you looking SO
well. your checks are all roses, my sweet
child. Have you been watching the sun
rise = Florence turned away her head for
moment, To- brush a burning tear from her
eye, and then answered checrluly To her
unsuspccting father, that she had seen the
sun rise. There was not person in Wood
burn, except her father, who had not ubsviN-
cd how dreadiully she was alicred--not IN
manners, her habits or conversation, but IN
her looks. Her cheeks, il is true, were red,
but II was the hot flush fever, her eye was
bright, but it was the watery clcarness Of
an lnsiduous malady. She had heard of Ed
mund's success, and there was not heart
in the world that beat so proudly at the in
telligencc but she soon heard of more
than his success, and his letters became
/ fewer, shorter and colder. When her faith
er was Grom home, she would sit for hours
/ in her garden by herself, listening as she
!
ing bitterly all the while.
i have not head you speak of Edmund
lately said her father to her one day, about
the beginning of June. i do not think of
him the less answered Florence with a faint
smile. The old man knew nothing of his
cpostacy. Il have good news for YOU said
he, Il saw the rector today, and Edmund is
TO be in Woodburn b. the end Of the week.
Florence grew pale she tried to speak, but
she could not mist swan before her eyes
she held out her hand, and threw herselfn-
to her fathers arms.
1t was Saturday evening, and she knew
that Edmund had arrived early on the pre-
vious day she had not seen him. She was
sitting in the summer house in her fathers
garden, when she heard step on the gray
el walk she looked trough the willows
and honeysuckle, il wal him he himself m
all the beauty Of dawDng manhood A
strange shivering passed over her whole
frame, and her color went and came will
fearful rapidity. Yet she retained her sell
possession, and with apparent calmness rose
!; to receive him when he entered. The
change in her appearance however, struck
him Immediately. Good God you have
t been i'll, you are altered, sadly altered, since
saw YOU last Does that strike you Sc
very wonderful Edmund ? said Florence
! gravcly, ARE you not altered too" 'Ol
, Florence have behaved Ike a villain
t see it now-cruely, fatally 10 | see it
wished TO believe that you did not care a
t bout me, but it was delusioa it was mad
r ness--it was guilt and now it is too late
] Edmund, that did love you, Won settln
r sun, which shone upon us when last we pan
| ted, can still attest, for il was the witness {
t my grief. II has been the witness, too, {
the tears | have shed in solitude-teai
9 which have been revealed 10 no earthly ey
h and 1t shall bear witness, even yet Will
: an almost heavenly smile illumlned he
= pale counlenance, 'of our reconci lIation, ic
the wanderer has returned, and his erro
Y are forgiven She held out her hand
G him rs she spoke, but he slWunk back.
n dare mott dare not take il! II is too la
: FLORENCE, | am married There VI
, not n sound escaped her lips, but her chec
c grew deadly pale. her eyes became as fixC
Is as stone, and she fell on the ground as
h marble statue.
Her grave is in the church yard al Woo
IA burn, she lies beside her father. There
o no urn nor monumental tablet TO mark Il
IS spot, but should know il among tho
Ie sand. Edmund's fame has travelled in
Iy other countries, and men have looked up
N him as Il dcmi-god. Florence Willcsd
Id was never head of beyond the limits
III Woodburn till now.
,r Van Burenism IN Pirgiaia.--The rec'
ST glorious Wing triumph in this State aifor