Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1842-08-04

Il lte until tho next morning, but which ih,
next morning did not allow him 10 Ie
| deem, though it rent from him "A limb
aud left him ms one dead upon the bal,l,
| field. Had he not gained, his minialur,
| would not have been lost To sharper
/ The summons to march would have loun'
him AT his quarters, his harrassed stecs
would no, have been saved, aud his low,
have been preserved.
Il A.year had now elapsed, and at leng,l
II Albert was announced. lie had heart
That all intimacy had been broken off be
tween Horace and Matilda, but nothin.
more. The story Of the lost miniatur,
was confined 10 the few whom it con
cernrd and those few wished all mem
oly of il Ia be buried IN oblivion. Some
thing like a hope had returned TO Al
berl's bosom. He was gracously re
ceived by the father, and dltlidcnly b,
Matilda. She remembered "the broker
miniature" and supposed him to hav,
been long aud ardently attached to a
Mother.
1t was on a summers evening, there
was no other company, the sun was jus
setting in glorious splendor. After din
ner, Matilda had retired only to the win
dow 10 enjoy, she said that prospect that
the drawing room could not afford She
spoke truly, for Albert was not there
Her eyes were upon the declining sun
but her soul was still in the dining room
AT lcngth Sir Oliver and Albert arose
a. "a
themselves near Matilda.
"Cone, Albeit, the story Of the mina-
lure,' said Sir Oliver
"What fully, truly, and unrcservedly
said Albert, looking anxiousl at Matll-
da.
"Of course"
"Onence or no offence" said Albert
with look Of arch meaning.
"Whom could the tale possibly otlend;"
said Sir Oliver.
"That am yet to learn. Listen"
As far as regarded Matilda, the word
was wholly superllucus. She seemed to
have lost every faculty but hearing. Al
bcr, in low, yet hurried tone, com
menced thus.
81 loved but was not loved. had "A
rival that was seductive. l saw that he
was preferred by the father, and not in
different to the daughter. My love
could not would not attempt to con.
quer: but my actions, honor bade me
control and | obeyed. The friend was
admitted where the lover would have
been banished. Ny successful rival
obtained miniature OF his mistress. Oh,
then, then cnvied, aud impeIlcG by un-
conqucrablc passion, ] obtained clandes-
timely from the artist a fac-simile oi that
which | SO much envied hlm. 1t was
my hearts silent companion, and when
at last my duty called me away from the
original, not often did ] venture to gaze
on the resemblance. To prevent my
secret being discovered by accident, |
had the precious token enclosed in a dou-
bic locket of gold, which opened by a
secret spring, known only 10 myself and
the maker.
81 gazed on the lovely features on the
dawn of the battle day. returned it to
its resting place, and my heart throbbcd
proudly under its pressure. was con
scious that there | had talisman, and >
if ever felt as heroes feel, 1t was then
It was then.
"On, on | dashed through the roaring
stream of slaughter. Sabres flashed
over and around mc-what cared /: |
had This on my heart, and brave mans
sword in my hand--and, come the worst,
better could not have died than on that
noble field. The shower of laied balls
hssed around me. What cared |? ]
looked around to my fellow soldiers !
trusted for victory, and my soul cn'rust-
ed to God, and-shal own it? for n
few tears to my memory, trust TO the
orig nal of this, my bosom companion"
"She must have had a heart Of ice,
had she refused them," said Matilda, IN
a voice almost inaudble from emotion.
Albert bowed low and gratefully, and
thus ontinued-"W hist | was thus
borne forward into the very centre OF
The struggle, ball struck at ny heart
but the guardian angel was there, and il
was protected the miniature, the double
dN's tN'h NY ii'Sl ""S p's''''"'''I "''
my blood soiled the image Of that beauty
for whose protection it would have joyed
to flow. The shattered case, the bro
ken, the bloodstained miniature are now
dearer To me than ever, and so will re-
main until lite shall desert me-"
"May look upon those happy fea-
lures that have inspired and preserved a
heart so noblei" said Matilda, IN a low
distinct voice, that seemed unnatural to
her from excess Of emotion.
Alber, dropped upon one knee before
her, touched the spring, and placed the
miniature in the trembling hand Of Ma.
lilda. In an instant she recognized her
own resemblance. She wns above the
1Iecla,ion of false modesty-hcr eyes
lillcd with grateful tears-she kissed The
rrimsoncd painting 1nj sobbed aloud
Albert, this shah never leave my bo-
som. o, my long beloved :"
In moment she was n the arms OF
the happy soldier, whilst one hung over
them with unspeakable rapture, besiow-
ing that boon upon daughters love-
"A fathers heartfelt blessing :"
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