American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-11-01

HBut what for US, the children of despair
Brought to the brink of heI--What hope remains?
Resolve-PLOT.'-lgID.
1t was a dark dismal night; the rain fell in
torrents, and swept with grating sound
against the oaks, as the mighty spirit of the
North rushed along the black vault of Heaven
like the gathering pinions of a thousand birds.
The rumbling sound Of the water, as it dashed
down the maintains, the angry whistle Of the
wind as it swept over the face Of the earth,
blended with the low muttered growls Of the
ravenous wolves as they crouchod down in
their lairs, blinded by the vivid lightning which
flashed on all sides, and guaking with fear as
the deep thunder rocked the mountain, made
it an awful night.
A single and narrow preCipitous path con-
Quoted from the base Of the mountain to the
brink of a large dell, overgrown with thorns
and bushes, which, on first examination, APP
pearod mprcgnable; rocks ere piled one upon
another and the nnumerable clusters Of vines
and thistles seemed so thick as to defy intru-
sion.
Far in the hidden Iccesses was rude cave,
the entrance Of which is hidden from observa-
ton, even in the powerful light of the noon
day sun. The walls are rugged, and the whole
appearance such as would have sent chill
through the stoutest heart. A table, support
cd by four broken legs, arose in the centre Of
the cave, on which tlickered pine torch, the
black thick smoke of which rolled in heavy
clouds along the sides Of the rocks. The dim
uncertain glare which it shot forth, served on
ly to make the darkness visible.
In the midst of this desolation and wrctched-
ness, sat the PRoPHETEss.
"Whom dismal scenes delight,
Frequent at tombs and in the realms OF Night
She crouched down upon cold stone, wrap
ped in a torn coverlet, with her haggard face
turned towards the blazing wood, her right
hand was raised to her then blue lips, as abb
s)rbed in deep thought. Ever and anon she
turned her dark piercing eyes towards the en-
trance, and with stretched neck, listened atten-
lively for some one to break the impressive ST.
lence which reigned during the lulls of the fast
subsding storm. cit is past the hour and he
comes not"-shc murmured, drawing the tat
tered garment closer around her frame. "Weil,
well, he must prove faithful though all others
are false! Ay' he comes now-he comes now!'
she suddenly exclaimed, as the cracking of a
dry limb caught her watchful ear; and throwing
her hair back, she raised her form to its full
height, and Clutchng her staff, waited the en-
trance of the conner.
A step could now be distinctly heard, as il
tIaversed the almost imperceptlble path con-
Quoting to the cave. 1t approached nearer and
nearer, and suddenly the form Of man stood
before her, who, with respectful, approaching
almost to reverential mien, advanced before
her. He was in statue about the middle size
the expression of his face was cold and forbid
ding, and as his single eye cleaned from be-
meath his shaggy eyebrows with malicious gee,
one could not help but form the opinion that
he was a heartless, avaricieus wretch!
'Ilast come, Bernardo said she in an impe-
| rious tone, her countanance still retaining that
austere expression it wore Oil his approach-'It
is past the houg''
81 could not leave the company sooner, with
out attracting attention." responded the man,
| in low tone.
"Udst see the marriage ceremony perform
ed" asked she, grasping IN her eagerncss the
mans arm.
Il did"
| "And now Arabella Ravenscourt is"
"hrabols 81. Lacy"