Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1842-04-12


still visi Ry meteor, swiftly
f1yinq a direction that
mad woman suetch out
~ ~ arms leeting vapor as if
had been sensible to human
supplication.
sit is gon $50" exclaimed her
partner in nj y. "and in a short
while nv lieb Nnutter will see it come
TO Coblenz'1
The Engl hwoman groaned.
cit smy b me," continued the 9TH
er, in an Il ny Of self-reproach, sit
was my to come SO wide---no
one c where. Nobody shall
seek heck---dey will think we
are dt hnto de Rhine. Yes--we
must b! We must die Of famish-
ment-- he corn-felds, and de vines
is all loue!"
And Is hour passed after hour,
still wa hgpromises that budded and
blossom and withered--and still
flowed again and again without fruition
It'll the shades Of evening began to
fall, and the prospect became in every
sense darker and darker.
Barge after barge foated down the
river, but the sherman had been intent
on keeping bis craft in the middle OF
the current in the most difficult part Of
his navigation--the miller had passed
along the road at the base of the noun
tain, but his thoughts were fixed on the
home within his view-the female peas.
ant drove her cows from the PASTURE
the truant children returned 10 the vii
lage, and the fisherman drifting down
stream, again landed, and after hang
ing his nets up to dry between the
trees on the opposite meadows, re-en-
tered his hut. But none saw the sig
nal, none heard the cry, or if they did
it was supposed to be the shrill shreak
of a bat. There was even company
at the inn, for the windows of Duquel's
pavilion began to sparkle, but the en-
Ijoyments fthe party had stopped short
Of the romantic and the picturesque
they were quafing Rheiu wine, and
eating thick sour cream, sweetened
with sugar, and favored with CHINA
mon.
at is hard, mine FRIEND" sobbed
tie German, mot one thinks but for
themselves
at is unjust" might have retorled
the wife and mother, ''for l think oil
my husband and children, and they
think of me-"
| Why else did her sobs so disturb
the tranquil air, or wherefore did che
paint herbeloved Edward and her two
fair-haired boys with their faces sc
distorted by grief? The present anc
the future---for time is nothing in sucE
visions--- were almost simultaneously
before her, and the happy home fo
one moment was tFansfgured at tht
nextinstant into the house Of mourning
The CONTRAST was agonizing but I'm
speakable-ol those stupendous woe!
which Supply the soul, as when thu
body is not pierced with single wounC
but MORALLY crushed. She was no
merely stricken but stunned.
> "Mein Gott!" exclaimed the Ger
= man girl, vain experiment on the
3 passiVeness of her companion, ''wh,
lido you not speak something-wha
r shall we do?"
E "Nothing." answered shudderinI
whisper, ''except-die!"
i A long pause ensued, during whicl
t the German girl more than once ap
D proached and looked down the pitcI
r black orifce which had opened to tn
: fallen stairs. Perhaps it looked les
: gloomy than by daylight in The flu
] | blaze of the sun. Perhaps she had rea
h and adopted a melancholy, morbl
e tone..of feeling too common to Germa
h works, when they hear of . voluntar.
It death, or perhaps the Diabolics
Prompter was himself at hand with tn
e desperate suggestion, fatal alike to bod
d md to soRI-but the wretched crea
e Iture drewOearer and nearer to tn
dangerous verge. A !,
II Her purpose, b ever, was check
d ed. Although the air was perfect
still, she heard sudden rustic anon
;. the ivy on that side Of the Tower,whlc
t Ieven while it made her start, had wins
4 pered new hope in her ear. Was
5 possible that her signals had been OF
seryed-that her cries had been hear
: And again the sound was audlble'fo
a lowed by loud harsh cry, and larg
: owl, like bird of i'll omen, as it i
+ fluttered slowly over the heads OF II
d devoted pair, and again it shrieked an
Is tapped around them, as tito enVoi'