The native American., 1840-11-28
no: ~.


| Golden orbs. were pouring a soif mot,
and melIowing innt,ence over .. oom
objects. Nature appea. ea u n .t s s,';an
est, purest garh, and seemed ). VIZ .myy
ment Of heavenly repose 1t Wa 500 ',,,s
time when Imagination chooses to PHI.
her wings and soar ethereal heights, and
when the heart is most devoid Of earrBi
and it's vices, aud most open to the warns
feelings of love,---or to religious DEVOTION
and heavenly aspirations. AT this haWr
was to be seen vending his way from the
suburbs Of the capitol, solitary man,
whose infrm step, pale countenance ard
agltated department, at once spoke hrs
sorroWilll situation he was an invalid,
an miserable, unhappy man. One
whose whole life Ind been spent in dissi-
patton and vice, and whose memory dwelt
upon few screen spots" OH the dreary
waste he had traversed. He was jast re- J.
covering from severe sickness, during
which, his mind had dwelt upon his,
crimes and the misery which they had
caused remorse had taken firm hold of
his heart He had been at the very verge
of death, and the prospect assumed q
more terrifying aspect than he could have
imagined. He was now taking neoll-
hight ramble, and induiging in reflection.
He proceeded toward graveyard, where
arriving, he sal himself down and indslg-
ed in thenght. He was disturbed from
Ills reverie by approaching footsteps: on
looking up he perceived u woman, y#tsAse \
dishevelIed locks, wild, nninean,ng eyes,
and gestures and actions bespoke a
ruined intellect. She was lending a hoy,si
lovely and beautiful, by the hand. They
passed without noticing him, and up
preached grave. 1t was the grave Of
one who had lately fallen victim. to oar
night rambler. Upon approaching tile.
grave the woman no longer contained /
her emotions, but broke forth in a paro-sj
xyism Of weeping aud bewaiIng truly
friglfi. At this moment Il soft and ilea-4
venly strain of music, from the harp Of
some nocturnal minstrel was wariled to-
the ears of those in the silent graveyard.
Who has not felt the magic Of music ut
moonlight? The woman ceased her RAJ
wings, seated herself with her boy upon
The grave of her murdered husband, and
became absolyed in thought! Heb
And how felt the wretched spectator
at this solemn hour. in that melancholy
place? ..t.
| Yes how felt the wretched man.
Reclining there-whe memory ran
Der many year Of guilt and strife,
| Flew DER the dark foo Of his life,
Nor found one sum, resting place,
| Nor brought him back one branch Of grace !"
The romantic scene-the graveyard
the widow wife and her orphan. seated
beside the grave of their husband, faith
er--that husband and father, too, slain by
him; and soft, enchanting music, opera
ted upon him as nothing had. ever done
before.
! 'fle hung hil head-each nobler aim, M.
| And hope, and feeling, which had slept
From boyhoods hour that instant came
Fresh Ger him aed lie wept he wept! 10
His heart melted beneath the sweet ~
magic influence around him, and in that
William Wordsworth felt his eyes bedew
ed with the
= Best tears Of soul felt penitsnce,"
and he knelt-and over the grave Of him
he murdered, and by the side of those
whose hope and happinesshe had wreck
ed he lifted his blood stained soul to lner-
ciiuI heaven i'll tervent, penitential pray
er The duelist rose from his knees an
altered man. He spoke to the lady con-
tessed who he was and humbIy entreat-
eG her forgiveness. No answer as return
ed. Alas! her tongue was ever si'ent!
She had attained her last wish,- she had
seen and pressed her lips upon the grave
of her Charles. The golden howl was
broken,' the silver cord loosenedg d, -
the soul of Maria had winged its f. .ght
beyond earth; pain aud sorrow. Wiilis.,'
became father to the son of the Dr. ..sa
couple whom he had destroyed, "a ou
ed him up in the observanc,, and :. So.
of those virtues which alone can emna..,
existence -