American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1845-10-27

WIFE, -lOElCy, DIS YOU w uOpS hIclCy
do not destroy the being who loves you--who
she sank at her feet; and she remained in his
arms IN a state of nsensibllity! He was con-
founded-subdued
The fatigued horses had iabored about mid
way up the activity, when Morley called to the
| postilhon.
"Turn your horses heads, " he cried, ''we
| shall return" The steeds seemed to acquire
renewed vigor from the alteration in their
| course, and were proceeding at a brisk pace on
their return, when Kate again revived
"Where am I-whither am | carried" she
exclaimed.
"To your father, my beloved" whispered
Morley.
"To my father, Morley to my father'-can
it be?-but no will not doubt; you never de-
ceived me--you caunou God bless you, Nor
ley, God bless you! my dear, dear Morley"
and with her pare arms around his neck, she
imprinted a sisters kiss upon his lips, and, dis
solved in delicious tears, sank with the conf
dence Of conscious innocence upon his bosom,
The ethereal influence of virtue fell like
balm upon the tutnutuous feelings Of the To-
vers; and never, in the widest moment of pas
son-not even when he first heard the avowal
OF love from his hearts selected-had Morley
felt so triumphanty happy!
"Wherc is he: is he alivc-let me see him
is he wel?n shrieked Kate, as she rushed in the
house of her father.
"For whom do you enquire, madam, coldly
asked the female she addressed, the maiden sis
ter OF Hates father.
"Aunt, dear aunt, do not speak to me thus.
am not what you think me. But my father
my father! is he alive' Is he well? o, dear
aunt, have pity on me- am repentant-I am
innocent
"In one on word, Kate, are you o,ayriedm
II am mott
"Heaven be praised! Follow me-your IA
ther is not weln
"Quick! quick! before it is too late.n And
the distracted girl rushed into the room, and
knelt at her fathers side
Gather, do not avert your face Father,
am your own Kate am restored to you as
left you, BY the years Of love that have passed
between us, forgive the foly-the offence-the
crime of moment! BY the memory of my
mother"
Cease, girl! cease" said the old man, Ell
deavoring, through the weakness ofage and in
| trinity, and the workings OF agonized feelings,
TO be firm; 'forbear and answer me truly; is
| this gentleman your husband''
! Kate was about to reply, but Morley stepped
forward. 81 am not" said Morley, "blessed
with that lady's hand, she has refused it, until
it is given with your sanction; and without
| that sanction, dearly as | love her, and hope
less as | may be Of your consent, will never
hereafter ask it.
"Do you pledge your word to this, young
man?"
"My sacred word, as man of honor. |
may have inherited your hate, bat will not
deserve it!'
Children, you have subdued me-" cxclaim-
ed the father. "Morley, my daughter is yours"
Morley seized the old mans hand, scarcely
believing the scene before him to be real.
"My father" said the weeping Kate, on her
knees, her arm around his neck, her innocent
check pressed to his. The good aunt partook
of the general ioy, and even Hates fayoEte dog
seemed to thank her father for his Kindness To
his dear mistress. The happy father sat with
an arm around his daughters waist, and as he
/ pressed her lovers hand, he said
"Behold in all this the goodness of God! be-
hold the blessings that follow the performance
OF our duties. Your father, young gentleman,
before you saw the light Of heaven, had entail
cd my hate upon all his offspring. had nour-
| shcd this bitter feeling even against you, who
had never offended me, and whom every one
| else loved. his very Jay tle cueI Isieu Hos-
tility of years has given way before my desire
to secure my daughters happiness. felt that
age was creeping on me, and but the morning
Of this blessed day had resolved over this holy
book to prove my contrtion for my sinful har
boring Of hatred towards my fellow creatures
by uniting you, my children, in marriage. The
tidings of my daughters elopemont scattered to
the winds all my better thoughts. and revived
my worst in tentod strength felt, at least
thought 50, the approach OF my maady to re-
| gion where it would soon prove fatal. No time
was to be lost; my will was hastily drawn out,
bequeathing my beggared daughter, but the
fathers curse. 1t would have been signed this
night, for over this book | had taken an oath
never to forgive her who could abandon her ia
thcr.
ooh my father" interrupted Kate, to whom
the horrible images OF her trance returned, Gin
pity, my dear father
BLESS you, forever bless you, my ever ex-
cellent Kate, your ial obedience has prolong-
ed your fathers existence.
HINTS TO HoUsEKEEPERs. Woolens should