Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1843-04-11

Love, forge. me not whispered the poet ofAv'
on, kissing Jessys fair forehead but nj that lnsan,
Shakespeare started, for he felt his arm seized and
COMPRESSED as in vice by sinewy hand while
words like the following, were Kissed in has
ear
'Chris,anl dog hell-houndl have | found
thee 2
Shakespeare, bya violen, effort, flung the human
viper from him and as the setting moon shed
glimmering ray through the granite arch he re-
cognztd the father OF his Jessy HIS first impulse
was to draw his sword but he instantly placed a
rein on his inclination The Hebrew was so con.
vulsed with the passions which ragged within him
that for some minutes, he was unable to address
his trembling daughter or her lover; the former
taking advantage ofthe silence of her father, fell
On her kures UefUrc MN 10 restrain his anger But
the Jew waved his hand, while his fury at length
broke forth in words
'Begone thou disgrace ofthy tribe thou re-
proach to thy father or shall Stay thecr
The girl, shuddering and oycrawed, cropt up to
the littlo balcony, and in few minutes disappear
ed The Jew seemed suddenly TO have formed
resolution his eyes in the darkness ofnigh,, burn
ed like Goals offire; he mu,tercd incohcrcn, words
and snatchng from his caberdine long dagger
dashed forward, exclaiming:
'Unbeiever CONTENDER of the law Of Moses !
| OnpOSer OI our 1HCC II VIII ne no crime 10 stIu
thee, now, TO that hell whittier thou wouldst go al
last
The dagger grazed Shakspearss breast bu, the
next moment he had sna,ched it from the infuria.
ted Hebrews hand
odd man, | will woo thy daughter honora-
bly,
Son Of Bclial' even thine honorable love would
be iniamy. But my dagger is gone, can have no
revenge
With the quickness of tn ought he mounted to
the balcony that projected over the starting and
drew the ladder by which he had assembled, after him.
Shakespeare, although he OWNED not what the He
brews motives nigh, be, waited the result of his
action with extreme anxiety Presently he heard
a faint cry, like suppcation for mercy then a
shrek broke on the stiffness of the night the IA
Their and daughter appeared at the topmo.t win.
dow which overlooked the Thames Jessy's
sleeping room was there, and it fully appeared
now what the incensed and madlened Jew medit-
ated doing Shakespeare shouted to him to desist
and began in frantic haste to climb the little bal
cony
Curses on thee and thy paramour exclaimed
the Hebrew, dragging forward the struggling
child thou shalt not live to bring this disgrace on
thy name
1t was over The unnatural and n,rocious deed
: had been committed The Jews flashing eyes
marked his child sink into the rushing waters far
beneath fiendish exultation light up his coun
tenace, and he smoothcd his beard and laugh
ed. Shakespeare was filled with horror at wha
he witnessed he plunged into tho stream to res
cue her, the beautiful the gultless one. He dow,
whore she sank but the tide was flowing so rap
idly, that the current had carried her through the
arch. She foated now at dstance-sank again
the aoonzed swimmer reached her at length
and finally succeeded in placing her in his own
boat
Jessyl my own Jessy - cried Shakespeare strain
ing the beautiful girl to his heart and printing kis
ses on her cold lips Her dark eyes were closed
her fair arms dropped lifeless, and her long wet
trcsses enveloped her as with a veil What to tn,
lover now was vengeance on the desiroyer2 H'
thought only Of the destroyed
In desperation he conveyed her to the house o
a medical man on the bankside; but every efor
to resusctation proved abortive The light o
, life was quenched the late warm heart woulc
,hrob with passion no more and the sweet flow
er which had boomed on the soil Of desert, wa
pucked in the spring time offs brightness and fra
GRANGE.
, The Bard of Avon knel, at the tomb ofthe once
lovely Jessy. His poetic fancy heard her gentle
voice III every passing wind and the flowers tina
, dccked her turf seemed to breathe the perfume 0
: her sigh In after time, when grieflor her whom
2 he had loved soitened into hallo~ed worship b.
embalmed her memory 10 impershable verse
, Yes, the JEssY Of Old London Bridge--anc
s Let none harshly eainsay our assertions III
{ sweet JEssIcA ia the Merchant Of Venice
! and her diabolcal father, is the avaricious un
|, relening Shyiock