Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1842-06-04

and OF human feeling. That piteous lace
raised to mine would not depart from me.
That she should knee,--that she should
have been degraded abjectly TO crouch be-
fore me for forgiveness, for pardon, for the
vilest pity--and that | should know and feel
that the base expiation was the poorest re-
compense--oh! cannot pursue this far
Their.
Some days after this-, was on a Sun.
day forenoon--Mrs. Martin entered the
room. She took seat opposite to me.
81 am come to speak with you, Mr.. Sa-
ve," she SAID.
"Well, madam, proceed"
Mrs. Savile, my mistress sir, is dying"
! lspoke not for some minutes, although
was not altogether unprepared for com
munication of this nature.
You will take the child to her, madam;
she will wish to see him."
ooh, sir, she has seen him every day since
she came here, and he is with her now.
You will not be offended, sir, if tell you
that she has seen him many times within the
last two years. Yes, sir, when you
WERE"
"Mad madame!-speak pIainly!-l ~as
mad"
"She came, sir, to me, and fell at my feet,
Iimploring to see the child, and ! could not
refuse her. ! could not bear that my mis-
tress should kneel to me, and not be per-
mltted to behold her own SOM and here
the woman wept bitterly.
I" 1t is very WELL" SAID J. after pause;
do not blame you. 1t is better, perhaps,
that it should have been so.''
"Could prevail upon you, sir!' she con-
'lnuedt, wiping herey "might be so bold
as to hope"
| anticipated the womon's thoughts.
"She has expressed no wish that should
see her, Mrs. Martin"
"She does not mention your name even
to me- said she, shut she must not die
without seeing ou;--she must not, MIR. Sa-
VILE"
Ny nature at times was changed from
what it had been since was released from
the mad-house. cast glance at the wo-
man, which she understood and feared.
" Mention not this subject again. madam,
and leave me. would be alone
was disturbed by what the housekeeper
had told me. She was dying. 1t was well.
| wished her to die. felt that until she
was dead, my heart could not be brought to
forgive her.
WdIheu Jul, anu UtlL NY sue pS LO"dluo
the lodging which Hastings had formerly
occupied. | found the woman Of the house
at home, and, with a calmness which | have
since marvelled at, drew from her all the
particulars Of their sojourn at her house.
They had been living with her about ten
months before the death of Hastings, who,
, she understood, had been entirely deserted
by his relations, but why she knew not.
About month previous to the decease OF
Hastings, he came home one night. saying
that he had been waylad by ruttian and
much injured, and he mad never risen from
: his bed again.
ventured to ask ''if Mr.. Harris and his
wife lived happily together!'
The woman shooh her head. ''There
was strange mystery about them," said
she, switch never could rightly make out.
She was ever gentle and obedient; but still
; there was something unlike wife. used to
think. whenever she addressed him. And
he, sir--poor man! we should not speak
i'll Of the dead--but when he came home
from the gaming house, we often thought
how he used to strike and beat her, telling
her to 20 to her Mr.. Savile! He was jeal-
Gus of you, Sir, | suppose, but am certain
without cause; for she was an angel, sir, if
ever angel was born upon this earth.--But,
you are i'll, sir. What is the matterl'
,. "Nothlng, nothing said !. rising sud-
denly; ~ am better now; and pressing my
purse upon the woman, rushed from the
house.
God of Justice! how dreadful is thy ven.
geance, and how thou otttimes makes. the
sinner work on, his own punishment!
thought not of the wife at frst--l thought
of Isabella Denham. Ny heart dwelt on her
: once more as had first beheld her at the
theatre.-the young, the lovely, the inlo-
cent being Of former days. remembered
, when but to see her for moment at the
window, was happiness unsPeakable--when
i even the pressure of her hand in mine was
blessing and a delight to me.-And to
! think that this creature, who had lain in
= my bosom, who had been tended, watched,
almost served, with a degree OF love akin
to idoatry-who had never seen one glance
OF unkindness from me. who had heard no
- tone from my lips save of atiection-,oo
: often of foolish weakness;-to think that
this creature should have become the slave,
. the drudge-the spurned and beaten drudge
! OF brutal miscreant--the thought was too
i horrible!
had scarcely entered my own house
), when Mrs. Martin sought me.
"For mercy,s sake, sir" she said in
:, agitation, ''come and take yoursast leave OF
n my mistress. She is diving, and has prayed