The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1843-02-25
From the World Of Fashion.
The Virgins Triumph!
BY HENRY DANFORTH.

not forgotten. Then prepare for your
fate"
As the Rover uttered these words he
entered the after cabin of the ship by lift
ing up the curtain which divided the
apartment from the larger room in font,
stood face to face with the shrinking and
terrified girl, whose ashy pae IS, when
she saw the countenance of the intruder,
told that his character, if not his person,
was already known to her. And if ever
before she had seen that face it could not
be forgotten; for no one looked ON The
Dark Rover without having every feature
OF his counlenance burn INTO memory.
lie had apparently been handsome once
but his face was not brutalized by the in
diligence Of strong and evil passions. The
stern, irowning brow-lhe keen and gilt
terlng eyes-the compressed, yet volup-
luous Ilp-and the expression Of settled
malignity over the whole face, left an I'M
preston on the gazer's mind which nei-
Their time nor events would eradicate
So, at least, it seemed in the case OF the
young girl, for she uttered sliffled shrek,
and turned away shuddering from his
look, as if she had seen some deadly ser
pent. His eyes lighened with licenlious
passion, when bury ing her face in her
hands, she exposed to sight her rounded
and snowy shoulders; but, checking any
other outward manifestation of his evil
thoughts, he cured his lip in a bitter
sneer, and said ironically.
Sand so you do know meme. the
deSplsed sutton the good for nought of
whom your canting guardian bid You be-
ware, because, forsooth, was a cavalier
and not rascaIly, snivelling round-head
like himself, All. my pretty Puritan,'h he
continued, exchanging his tone for one of
more freedom, and advancing toward her,
shines have changed since then. swore,
on that day, to have revenge; and the hour
for ii has come.-Will it please you then
to accommodate yourself to your destiny,
or must use lorce2 Out of this cabin
you go not until you have become worse
than the meanest thing of Your sex, whom
Yesterday you would have cas-. from your
door"
Up to this moment the victim had re-
NAMED with her face buried in her hands,
and her head averled from her conqueror,
and while he was addressing her, wild
and fearful thoughts had been passing
through her bosom, so that at first she
scarcely comprehended his words. All
the horrid events of the last day had pas
sed in hurried review before her. She
stood once more on the deck of their gal
liant ship, as it left the port for old Eng
land, whittier her guardian was returning
after having settled her West Indian pos
sessions-she stood and watched with
him the sitting sun 60 down. behind the
inland hills, while the parting beams
stretched bridge of gold across the deep,
on which, even as the Ole legend fancied,
angels might have walked to glory-she
lay again in her couch, with the slvery
moonlight looking in through the little
window, while she dreamed sweet dreams
of home, and of one to whom her virgin
love had been pIighted. the graceful, the
high born Everard-she saw, with despair,
The low caravel that shone out from be-
hind the deserted headland at break of day
and made for them with clouds Of canvas
swelling in the breeze, ard bloody flag,
whose solitary red field was unrelieved
by a single emblem, waving high at the
peak-she beheld the gradual approach
Of this relentless foe, The collision of the
two vessels, the crowd of rutfians who
lead on the almost unarmcd ship, the
short but deadly conflict, the decks slip
perry with blood, the fall of her guardian,
their servants, the captain, and the rest of
her defenders, and her own wild retreat
10 the after cabin, few minutes before.
where she had prayed for death; she saw
all this, and well might these memories,
combined with the clash of arms, the
shrIeks of the wounded, and the curse of
the pirates still ringing in her ears, pres
vent her from hearing what her captor
said. But when he came to his last
dreadful annunciation. there fearful words
penetrated even 10 her paralyzed heart,
and she started up, while terror dila,ed
her eyes, and her hands involuntarlly rose
III supplcallon.
"Oh! spare me-" she cried, falling on
her knees, and clasping the feet Of the
Rover, shy the memory of your hopes Of
salvation spare me, spare men'
The pirate looked down on the agon
lied countenance at his feet, but the Bit
ter sneer on his lip faded not, nor did a
single muscle Of his face relax. At length
he burst into a scorniul laugh.
"And is it to yield to girls tears that
have plotted and toiled, and suffered for
years; in the hope Of one day having my
revenge?-and now, when the goal has
been gained, and am about to drink the
cup for which have worked SO long, al e
you mad enough to think thata few tears,
or well-acted part will induce me to
forego my prize? Tush! girl, you are a
fool! No-by heaven!-you shall be