Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1841-10-30

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dearest Camilla, / tremble for YOU.
Oh, what sad, sad day it was, that threw
US into the hands of that villainous cor
sair."
"Who sold US to Sui Bey with as little
remorse as if we had been three puIlets,"
answered Camilla. "Come," continued she,
''cheer you, dear Beatrice. will venture
to pledge my word that through my means
you will be restored to your native country
and to Henriquez, and Antonio to Diego"
"Fine things to be effected by damsel
in your predicament" sobbed Beatrice,
weeping and hanging about Camilla, as
Puffim approached to separate her from
them.
Courage sweet cousins, fear not for
me- have no fears for myself" said she,
embracing them, land now nv good old
soul whittier are you going to take me 2"
continued she, as.Puf1im proceeded to lead
her from the apartment
Puffim rolled his eyes till only the whites
were visible, as he replied, "Where /
would not 90 for all the pearls in Lalla
Oelas necklace. But if you offend my
lord, it is meet you take the consequence
Camilla. who expected something terri
bic from this prelude, was not so much
shocked as Putin expected, on being con-
Quoted into a gloomy, vaulted chamber,
lighted by a small grating near the roof,
and containing no other furniture than
wretched sofa. Pullim pointed to pitcher
OF water and platter Of rice which was
! placed in corner, and withdrew.
During Camilla's Imprisonment it was
in vain that Achmet sought the society Of
the ladies of his harem. The spirited and
charming Castilian had made an impression
on his heart and fancy that he never before
experienced; restless and disconnected, he
could know no happiness but in the pres
ence of her who had captivated him. At
the end of the third day he could not for
bear visiting her. As he approached her
cell, he heard her singing, in voice of
touching melody, one of the exquisite airs
Of her native land. The lovely captive
raised her eyes as Achmet entered, and her
check flushed with bright vermillion as
! he approached her.
Sui Bey was a man Of a liberal temper
compared to you" said she, pointing to
the pitcher and rice.
Achmet's brow Observation-Disclosures Sui
Bey" cried he, angriIy: 81 could find it in
my heart to send you to follow that &C
cursed dead dog
NAY, mighty Pacha, that is a little furth-
er than your power extends. You may
follow him yourself peradvcnturo but |,
as a good Christian hope to go to a very
different place from that which trust is
prepared for such wretchcd msbelievers
as Sui Bey and you"
81 see your intemperance of speech is
nowise tanned" said the Pacha, ''neverthe-
less | will forgive all your pervcrseness if
you will sing me that sweet song once
more"
The prisoned bird doth olt-tmes sing
1t Is true, but never at the bidding Of its
JaIlor," replied Camilla looking up between
smiles and tears.
The Pacha felt the magic of her smile,
and the power of her tears; but he knew
not how to dismiss the tone of mastership
when speaking to woman
Come, my Peri" he said, sit is my
pleasure that you follow me to the ban
quet-nay, it is useless offering resistance
t. my will"
lie, then, with sort of gentle violence.
drew her from the darksomc cell, into an
apartment richly carpeted, glittering with
eastern magniticence, and fragrant with
burning spices, flowers and essences.
"Come, my princess, let us eat, drink,
and be merry" said the Pacha, placing
her beside him on an embroidered sofa,
opposite to the banquet.
81 shall neither eat nor drink, for il is the
vigil Of st. Peter: nor am | disposed to
sing or be merry" returned Camilla
"Do you forget that can force you to
do as | command you?" returned Achmet,
frowning.
mo: you can neither force me to sing,
nor to be merry, but will tell YOU what
you can do-you can order your Aga and
black slaves toput bowstring about my
neck, and strange me as they did poor
Sui Bey."
"Suli Boy, again" exclaimed the Pacha
furiousl y-"answer me one questionable
you love that wretched rebel 2"
mo, did not"
"Why, then, do you torment me with his
name2"
Because he is frequently inmy thoughts. y
"The other ladies of the harem have
forgotten him, and l have succeeded to
their love-"
Love call you it 2" exclaimed Camilla;
"slaves that they are in mind, as in person.
they know not the meaning of the wordw
perhaps | am as ignorant of your sort
Of love as you seem to consider my wo-
men" replied Achmet, thoughfully.
"Oh doubt not, ] never heard of a
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