The Whig standard. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1843-1844, 1844-05-04

| return soon She doubted not his sincerity when
he pressed her to his heart, and kissed away the
| tears that moistened her cheek When gone,
| she sought the loneliest spot to ask the Great
! Spirit for his safety.
Many moons passed, and Violet Eye. looked in
vain tor. him she loved Her heart saddened; she
no longer cheered the young warriors in their
sports her ornaments were thrown aside, save
such as had been his gifts. 16 go
! The chief saw the change wrought by the
white mans treachery, and swore revenge on his
race. Soon after he met with one whose sword
crossed the tomahawk, and sent his spirit to the
happy hunting grounds. Violet Eye saw the
green sod placed over him, and broken-hearted
stewed the spot with flowers. A little time and
she too was gone from amidst her people. They
mourned, but could not bring her back. sa.faa
William Raymond on returning to his friends, I
who supposed him at neighboring settlement,
no longer loved his forest bride and never refer
red to her but to boast of his conquest. iga
Five years had passed, and theaxe had felled
the trees far back into the country; their places
were occupied by pleasant hamlets and cultivated
patches. Where had echoed the savage yell and
shrill scream of the wild bird, now rise tones Of
praise and prayer. Much was changed even
the heart of William Raymond, as now for the
first time he really loved, and sued earnestly for
the hand of beautiful woman. Twas promised;
the nuptal day arrived, and his friends assembled
in the village church. As they approached the /,
rough altar an Indian maid appeared before them;
fixing her dark eyes on the female, in a warning
voice she said to her, Wed him not or you are
cursed. On his soul lies the crime of a broken
heart and turning to him, added, William Ray
mond, the Violet Eye will be upon you, we meet
| again'-and like a mysterious spirit she gllded
| from the church ,se ss..gs n stf
Treating the occurrence as maniac's intrusion,
/ Z ho cd h,,t4f no ton n
threatening evil long rang in the ears Of the we'd
| ded pair. f!a aa DEEM ~ f8 arts5, sefs
Nearly two years, and the bright rays of hope
| had dispelled the fearful cloud that dimmed the
bridal day. The savage inhabitants finding their
game dispersed, and themselves driven from their
early homes and the graves of their fathers, ever
and anon gave evidence of spirits painting for re-
venge. s 4,@
j At the close of battle in which many hundreds
Of the Indian race had been slain, one stood VIC
torious On the " blood-stained snow lay Wills
liam Raymond, wounded with poisonous arrow
by his side was the graceful form he once cares
sed, and the same voice that spoke at the bridal
altar, now broke upon the ear Of the dying man.
| civilian Raymond, when faint and weary,
dark maid of the forest nursed you; by the
white mans arts you won her love. Your lying
heart deceived-she was no more happy; the
trees and flowers looked angry. Ashamed before I
her people, she left them at the Great Spirits
bIddIAg to revenge her wrongs. she warned the
white flower that nestled in your treacherous
BOSOM Her eye followed you-her heart sought
revenge, and has found it, Twas the hand of
the Violet Eye that poisoned the arrow and sent
| it to your breast. She has brought charm-can
| make you vel" aa $3.50
| Grasping at the shadow Of restoration, he VOW
| ed to become her slave and think of none other
if she would apply it. He called her back to hap
| pier days, and spoke of future ones, as he half
| raised himself to take her hand, and sunk back
almost exhausted. She bent over him till their
| lips nearly met. Had the old time come er her,
and her woman's heart reented! No! Raising
herself to the full height, with laugh of tri-'
| umph and heart unmoved, she replied:
| "You cannot rise to get it--Violet Eye will
not give it. You shall die and your scalp hang
at the red mans belt" Snatching dirk from
his side, she continued" When the Great Spirit
passes yon cloud you must die. Think of the
white wife that wishes for yeu, look on the dark
one now by your side. See It's time" and with
that hand . b.
" So soft in love---so wildly nerved in hate, !"
she pierced it to his heart, and with the warm blood
dripping from the polished steel, plantedit inner
own. atr.t ts8 l9aa
NJ If we do but watch the hour
There never yet was human power,
Which could evade if unforgiven, lla ssa
The patient search and vigil long
OF one who treasures up wrong"
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