The native American., 1840-11-28
SATURDAY, NOvEMBEk 20, 1910.

|unG either the one or the other fell. II
Wo, ellsworth fell, and by his hand, ms
lfutu re lite would become emhHlcrtd. tie
wol Id return to his innocent home q
mn rde5er, and would not only attach to
hin ,self an eternal odium, but heap dis
gra ce upon all the innocent oD]ects OF Ills
|afft ctioll. And on the other hand, II ne
fell which was most ikely-hisw wife and
CHI .ldren would be left unguardcd, unpro-
ter ted i'm the wide world, and his own
|br llliant, long cherished hopes Of fame
an d happiness, would beat once dispelled
Al id oh . while these painful reflections
CT ossed his mind, how bitterly did he re-
p' mt his folly in thus placing himself in
| tn dnelist's power But he had advanced
to far to retreat, according to the worlds
| d. elusive idea of honor.
Wordsworth and his second appeared
OF the ground. Solicitations and other
c, ceremonies having passed between the
81 .conds, the combatants were placed ut
Il leir stations. Their arms, which were
te send the death-dealing bullets, were
p repaired and given to them, They were
re ,ady. The sun which had risen with
u nusuaI brillancy and spIendor, now hid
imsclf behind dark: portentous cloud,
as 81 if to shun the sight Of the approaching,
d sgracefnl deed. The words were
g ven ne-two-three-fle The is
to Is were discharged.
! have done his work for him. in M
ae .irated tone, Wordsworth remarked
For II moment neither stirred present
" shlrdder seemed to pass throngI, the
fl; .tne of Clifford, he trembcd, lottered,
an turning a last fond look toward his
di: aant home, he fell to the ground a
bic ody corpse.
PART VIII. ...
THE MANIAC.
Dis traeted en- phrenzy Her reason too weak
To Withstand such conflict Of passion and far;
Alb anaon'd its throne-o'er her blooming
4 heck
Ca, De the pale hue of Death-with loud piercing
She ssoon'd in convuisive despair
A nd now Ger the scenes of her childhood farsak.
] All pleasures and mir,h, she maniac goes
A amprer wretched, of grief deeply partaking;
! While in, tears of deep sorrow, her heart, as il
breaking, ~
a Unbossms its keeny felt woes.
From M. s POEM
1t wasovening: fine, balmy, evening,
and the one upon which Clifford was to
have. returned home. Not far from his
mansion, seatedupon a moss covered rock,
near is,e river side, sat the fond Maria,
Having her son playing beside her,
gazing OH the great lnmlllury sinking to
repose in his sky-curtain"d couch, and
musing. on past delights. She preferred
the soft. serene, and silent hour of the set
Il ting SIM. when the clustering clouds are
painted in variegated tints by the fare
well smile of the glorious Iuminary, as ii
was there hat she and Charles used to
ruminate. w, til mingled sensations of joy,
on scenes con. secrated by recollection and
endeared by as soc'aflon.
AT such am h, our Of holy repose, when
the last RAYS of light die away, when the
sun takes off his fiery diadem and depo-
sits it in a casket If clouds; and when
the gIaddened stars I lance through ether:
the remembrance of NM she loVed-of
times forever past sto lie upon the sensi-
olity of her soul, like strain OF native
music in a strange cline, OH Vie ear OF
disconsolate exile.
hSLi III anu IlcT CIlliu WclC 49,
tently for IL view of the vesse 'wn'ch was
to restore tothemtheir ah Sent h usDahd ana
father At length the boy raised ms little
hands and joyfuly exclail ned
See, dear mother, See Il lie gessel c0nes,
and father will soon be hel e.
The vessel neared, and pprc ached the
shore. Maria stood upon Il lie b INK, walt
ing with gli<tening eye and hrobblng
heart, the landing Of her beloved Charles:
but he came not. AT length sc me one
jumped on shore her heart bea quick:
but it was only boatman. He d. elIvered
her letter: it bore black seal ! She
hastily tore it open and commence read
ing. 1t told her aH She read TO t. ne emo
without discovering any agitation !, save
that a deadly paleness oversprea, heFI
face-but when she had hnlsned's 'he
letter dropped from her hands, ana
uttering SD rick, she fell to the earth
few hours restored her to life, but q OF 70
reason: The iron had entered her our;
aud bid fair ere long to do its work. que
became nsaniac, and Tor days and n'g'ta1
wandered to and fro about the nelgibor
mood, an object of gr..ef ana ply. nu'
this did not last long; she was soo,l '.,as
sing. and though dlligent >e''or o md1 I
made, no trace of her could be dis, o'epes.'
When last seen, she was straying be, MUG {
the river, and had most likely persisted in :
us waves. J,
PART TX. Al