The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1840-01-08

frightened in the ,hrong. Tall pIumrs nod
dcd in the may dance, and bullion epanlei'es
gliiiered beside the orient necklaces OF tns
fair.
An hour swept on; gay group OF military
bad gathered near the recess Of window-and
an elegant Que, in the tasteful dress OF a French
naval officer. was detailing some circumstance
connected with the war. When his voice arrest
ed a yaung midshipman Of the American navy
passing by. tlr, -I..
.'Chsrlcs Hsrman." he exclaimed. by all
that is sacred. have you risen from the dead
jenkins believe. my dear fellow" spoke
Lieutenant Harman, warmly extending his hand.
" Il is no ghost"
I" Impossible! you have been on the dead
list some six years or SO. Where have you
been?"
AT sea. like yourself. but under different
colors." returned Charles. laughing. .-b
The astonished Jenkins drew Harman's arm
within his avn. aud they saunierrd through the
rooms. Charles briefly skctrhrd his history
and made anxions enquiry Of his hsme-
What surprise you will be. there. exelaln,
ed his wondering friend 81 saw your father and
sister ten months ago. when they we're very
well-bnt zounds they have but liuls idea
that YOU are in existence. | have been on ar-
tive duty ever since. Why. that ho-headsd
,ousin "f yours, Walter De Berrain, who used
TO be such a chivalric lad ~ school. cleared ont
just before III. war. and has never been heard
of since" H. ..
Never" said Harnsn, with anguish
F" Jenkins. did YOU ever hear Of privateer Sea-
Gull ia your cruises!" ..,tt.
"O6en, often. in l2 and l3. and daring
craft she was. She sailed flom Baltimore.
believe. Tha, fierce captain Of hers was called
The Black Boatswsin on tho salts. The Sea
Gulrs fight short and glorious. You knew
her 7" I...f ...-.. I....e ..f,-
| Charles dared not ask the rest; he listened
with an agony Of interes, as his friend contln-
ued the story was short and awful. Som'lme
at night. in February. 'l3, the Sca.Gull dashed
among feet of British merchantmen. of Ca
diz. and cut out splendid ship. The alarm
was given. and swift-saiIine schooner OF eleven
guns started IN pursuit. The Sea-Gull short
ened sail Jill she came up. and they fought yard
arm and yard.arm for Que tremendous hour.
| The slaughter WAS immense on both sides. yet
victory perched on the flag Of the Sea-Gull.--
Several of their officers fell. aud the intrepid
Parole himselfwas killed in the arms OF victory:
The conquerers leaped aboard their prize, aud
saw the gallan, Sra-Guil 60 down before their
eyes--a fitting sepulchre for the horoic dead
she held. The captured schooner. being
greatly cut up in the hull and rigging. was re-
taken nj dawn by frigstc. and the Americans
carried prisoners into Gibralter. ~ ...,s
The names Of the officers killed J" was the
, quick and painful inquiry of Charles.
: f" never learned" said The other.
"Jenkins." gasped Charles. - he was there
Waller, your old schoolmate. was in the Sra
Gull" ..-I.f
For many minutes. Charles Harmau remain
: ed leaning abs,ractedly on an elegant column.
and the crimson fringe Of the damask drapsry
A ! hall I(rnn oil his feaf dark
/ eye stole with soft and curious interest 10 the
handsome stranger-ior sympathy with those
that mourn is woman's nature. The muse.
The bursts Of Laughter. and The tripping OF The
dancers feet, fell pnheard upon his ear, for
liafman was iranced 10 menlory's dream. Tbs
past the vivid past. had IiGec mp its curtain.
and away in the embowered vale Of youih no
was sporting with Caiharine, that sister SO ca
preious. so gifted, and so loved. Now, dark
fancy paiuied her in the solitude OF grief. Cru.
el were the hand lha, could shield the sunshine
! from flower 81 fair and conscience whispered
F" il was ihine." Again he was a captive in tho
ocean storm. amid the blaze and thunder Of a
sea-fghi. aud his chiyalric cousin held to him
| the charter Of freedom, written in his own blood
| Whsre was that cousin powl Stretched up-
knelled on ocean plains. or groaniDg in a for
slgn cell A spi,it waved his troubled dream
to bed Of sickness and pain. and that spjrit
stood revealed in the sweet child Agnes. Her
cIiDcing Kiss was on his lip-her warm Tears
/ gushcd upon his chesk---her Yoice Of fountain
iones-he starteJ: was it that same sweet voice.
liquid aud low AS the echo Of lutte. that now
I broke the spell oi bis reverel ra raf
! Young Harman looked up. and adored. A
girl Of surprising ioyeliness. dressed in purest
white. was leaning near on the arm Of "a naval
officer, who led her oui TO dance. Her wsn-
I do al he aitts daii
| ity. A figure Was hers. of mould so light and
exquisite that sylphs who had sren her would
blush Of the candor Of their mirror. So youne,
so pure, and bright she was that Peri in green
Oinzn's waters would kucel TO her as The Young
esi Princess Of Pearls. Her hair her curs.
! clustering redundant snd--where is the word
that can picture their hue The mSrter-of-
fact have named it aburn--but il is not that;
ii has no nsme-languagc is suDlen at It's power
Iy. The brush. IN hands that wrought for a
seat among the stars. has sometimes dared 10
copy its radiance; but that iairer artist. nature.
SMILES at the presumption. and pties the failure.
And her dovs-lihe eyes Of tes,al0us blue -
Love would have chosen them Tor its lustrous
throne-but alas. the mesgrensss of description
Who that has seen the moon rise over a silent
sea, can forbear smile when be reads Of III
That lovely girl was the star OF the festival. fr
! The Music struck up-ihe dance swept on;
the star Hosied amid The galaxy OF lesser lights,
bright as her sisters in heaven. Suddenly, the
star was arrested in her graceful sphere; she
had caught the adorng light Of Charles Har-
mans eye, Joy. surprise, fear. aud widest in
quiry. were written 10 her gaze; but Instantly
III. bright creature blushed. asd her eyes were
hid under pair Of exquisite lashes. Harman
was rivetted 10 the spot; for more than once,
in the mazy ~hirI Of the cotiliion. be met a
tell-iale glance from those same tmd eyes.
"Hs! my noble foreigner" said jenkins.
coming up and tapping him on The shoulder
doing homage to the beautiful Agpesf No
wonder-she is the fairest rose where all are
roses" y. .r.fr.
Agnes, did You say - - s,.ss
ayes. Agnes Woodvis-her father Is jol-
i Iv old Virs,pipo vbo came 10 the.cfy some