The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-06-03
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A TALE OF NEW ORLEANS.

Some seven years ago funeral train
swept the wide avenue Of one of the most
beautiful mansions in the southern part of
Maryland. The tall popuars on either
side, stirred by light breeze, bowed
their heads as though for the last time
they were paying mournful obeisancc
to the hcarse that bore the mistress of the
villa to her grave. As the window cur
tains of which were drawn aside, the pale
face Of beautiful girl was seen. ], was
Marie, and she was watching with tear
tuI eye, the monrnful band that bore her
mother to the tomb. A few hours after
this, at night, a young maa and maiden
were kneellng, hand in hand, beside a
narrow hiIlock Of fresh earth. They
were Marie Dunbar and Henry Barbor-
the orphan girl and her lover, and there
upon the dust Lightly piled upon her dead
mothers breast, they prayed that heaven
would heal their wounded hearts. That
parent, then cold and Iiicless. on her death
bed had placed her daughter's hand in
lienry's and, blessing them, babe him be
her guardian. pom her grave her dying
words were recalled, and Henry vowed
hit while life was his, never would he
deser, his beautiful Marie Silently they
rose from that narrow mound. and though
their hearts were chaSlened by affection,
and the fresh memories of the virtues and
affection of the lost one, still they were
full OF hope, and trusted with al the
buoyance of youth, to the future for i"v
and happiness,
Marie Dunbar was wealthy, and she
placed the whole Of her fortune IN the
hands Of her lover, who resolved to in
vest it in property IN The South. In the
section oithe county in which they then
resided. Marie had no relatives, and it was
finally determined that Henry should Wis
it the South, and after he had established
himself in business, they were to be we'd
died. With the promise for the hundredlh
time that he would write to her every
week, Henry tore himself away from his
beautiful love and after a short voyage
he arrived in New Orleans. For time.
everything went on smooIhly-his pros
poets were brilliant, and in the thought of
enjoying the luxuries of life in company
with Marie, rainbow sPanned his visions
of the future.
One evening he was induced by friend
to visit one OF the gaming house then Ii
censed in the city, and with very little DIFF
ticu'y he was persuaded TO play a small
amount lie threw the dice and won,
and being pleased with the feverish ex-
element which gradually grew upon him,
he tried his chance and won again. Wine
was ordered, and to the gamester wine is
like oil poured upon fire. A large bet
was Offered, and scarcely knowing what
he did, he took ii up. Hc lost, and then,
and not I'LL then, he recolected that il
was Marle's money, that he was gam
bling away. This thought maddened
him; and, as desperate resource, he re-
solved to throw again, in the attempt to
retrieve his fortune. He did so, and lost,
and so he went on, until at last he rushed
from The hell" beggard and dishonor-
ed man! That night was passed in mise
ry.-He recollected how he had wronged
the confidence of the orphan girl-how
they had knelt together on her dead moth
er's grave, and every word then spoke
rose up and tainted him with the thought
of what he was then, and what he now
was. Goaded to desperation, he resolv-
ed to break the last tie that bound him to
honor. and in all evil moment he forged
a check on merchant in this city to
large amount. He presented it to the
bank for payment, and he was detected
and thrown into prison. His trial came
on at the Criminal Court. and there his
guilt was made so clear that he was SEN
fenced to five years Imprisonment in the
Heavily ironcd, he was
placed on hoard the steamboat which was
TO convey him to Baton Rouge. In the
middle Of the night plunge was heard,
and the state room which the convict oc-
cupied was found empty. Every one on
board came to the conclusion that he had
thrown himself overheard and was drown