The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1841-03-24

| jDiy lDdue lnem The victims of, .ner OWn.---
In all this, Rose Mac Olne, was actuated
by something more than a mere girlish
love of Irritation and ltriumph,-Ishe was
Ambitious, and had formed high hopes OF
an opuient marriage Many, a Camab
and Oxohian, many testy bachelor and
gouty widower, ,ohad got entang gledlin her
tolls, and been :disentangled only by the
interference of proud and, prudent rela-
tons. At length, notwithstanding her
modest manners and apparent artlessness,
the intrigues of Rose Mac Orne became
as provefbial as her beauty; and she
fcould obtain no service in any family
where there were youth 10 faseinate, or
wealthy old age to be cajoled.. w. W.
Hearing an East Indiaman was about
to sail, with many ladies on board, Rose
resolved to seek employment among them,
and succeeded in being appointed dressing
maid to an elderly lady, W no was going
out to reside with an invalid son. India!
matchmaking Ihdial opened glorious pros
poets to Scotch ambition. Rose took un-
exampled pains topIease her new mis-.
tress, and in two days she was decided
favorite. No wonder the gipsey felt
proud of her power, for she never at
tempted to please without effecting her
purpose. But when was inordinate am
bition known to be safeguard either to
talent or beauty? In two days Rose was
to leave England, and her mistress having
granted her permission to attend the eraces,
she, as a last act of kindness to one Of her
earliest and most favored lovers, consent
ed to accompany him.. Rose was very
fond of ornaments, and it chanced that
her heart was particularly set upon a large
pearl pin, which her mistress said she sell
dom wore on account of its antique fash
ion. Rose had more than once isignified
how pretty she thought it, and wondered,
if she was rich enough to buy pearls,
whether they would become her full and
snowy neck. She dared not ask for it
outright, and she never in her life had
thoug int of taking any thing dishohestly.
But, ,vanity-yanity, that foolish and con-
temptible passion which has "slain its tens
Of Thousands, and that TOO among the
faircst and brightest Of, Gods works, pre-
vailed over the better feelings of Rose
Mac Orne. She took the envied PIN.
wore it to- the races-heard James Mac
Jntyrc praise it--.told him her, new mis-,
tresshad giyenitt to her-and then, dread
,ins ahes discovery Of the fact, began to
devise schemes for exchanging the bau-
bic. -. .." FE.s 'E.f' s.-i'
The path of sin is steep, and every step
presses one forward with accumulated
power. Rose had already committed a
second crime to conceal the first, and the
plan of secrecy urged her to commit
others. She sold the breast-plh, bought a
ring with the money, in the hope that the
pearl would never be inquired for, this
side Of India. But in this she was mis-
takcn-that very day her mistress missed
the jewel, and Rose went deeper into
falsehoed than was necessary to keep up
appearances. s-'y. ~',a..t
will not follow her through every step
of this shameful struggle. 1t is sufficient
to say that the theft was discovered, and
Rose, instead of sailing for glorious, match
making India, was. in a few weeks hur-
ried on board vessel'in which sixty-two
other convicts were bound for Botany
Bay. This was painful reverse for one
so young and beautiful, and SO inordinate-
ly ambitious. She looked back upon
England with feelings of grief and burn,
ing indignation-contempt of self, and
hatred Of the laws under which she, suf-
fered., And for what had she endured this
terrible conflict, which, first and last. had
gwen her more unhappiness than had been
crowded into her previous existencea-
Why, nothing but the foolish vanity Of
wearing cast-of PEARL
But Rose Mac Orne had mind elas-
tic and vigorous; it soon rebounded from
depression, and began to think Of new
schemes of conquest. She looked around
among her companions-most of them
were tall and robust-some Of them were
very handsome women. She counted
them, and counted the crew. There were
siixty-two convicts and fifteen men. Be-
fore they were halt. across the Atlantic,
Rose Mac One had laid a plan daring
enough for the helmeted Joan of Arc, in
rho tiIIl tide of her inspiration. She COM