The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1846-06-27


IClio rose from her knees relieved and
hough still racked with care and anxiety,
ne tedious hours passed, and morning at
engih came. A, dawn of day, the Greek
girl was upon The beach, ,gszing with strain.
ng eyes upon The main. Not a sail was
IN slgh', save afar off, a square~rgged YES
sci engaged in uniurling the sails which had
been handed during The storm. The taper
ing sparS of The Clio were nowhere visible
on The horizon.
The day passed and many other days
and yet no ,idings ofthe schooner or hel
master Deep was The affection of the
lovely, young Greek, the more that if
her lover had persisted, it was while
pursuing an unlawful trade. But Clio
was true 10 her VOW. Every night al
even'de The lamps were lit and well
filled, while Clio, ever anxious, would,
10 the still watches of The night, rise and
replenish them, lest their brightness
should fade. She, too, could cry with
| Byron's Medora-
|'S,ill would rise 10 rouse the beacon fire:
Lest spies less true should lei the blaze ex.
pire,'
.And great was her reward. Many a
fishing bark belonging 10 the villsg,
hard by was, by the timely spparition
OF Clos lamp at night, piIoled safely
into port, when otherwise, perhaps, the
boat had founderOd, and all had PERISH
ed. Far and wide spread the fame Of
this pious and delicate act of the des.
pairing Creek girl. Many a vessel
made that lite bay their port, that
otherwise would never have entered it,.
The village increased in importance
the Inhabitants blest Clio-but Zelzos
came not; he for whom the task was
first begun, and The faint hope Of again
seeing whom made it light and pIeasu-
resbIe. Three, six months, year pas
Sed-,wo years and yet no lidings. Clio
at length gave heself up 10 hopeless des.
pair, and yet patiently did she perse
we're in her sel-s lolted task, and for
many restless hour out.walched each
star.
OAe evening, about two years afer
he departure Of Zsrzos, another storm.
almost equal il ferceness TO that which
had followed the departure of the
schooner, burst npon lie waters Of the
Mediterranean; and Clio, who was ever
faithful TO the memory Of The horrors OF
that night, attempted not to retire 10
rest, but sitting up beside her lamps,
carefully trimmed Them, and looked
with anxiety for The morning, thinking
of long sgo.-.At length, wearied with
sitting beside her tiny beacons, she wrap
ped herself warmly in her cloak and
caring not that child blast blew upon
her head, walked down 10 The beach.
I he heaveans were once more closed
in pltchy darkness,an The hollow moan.
ing oil waves sounded CHASTITY in her
ears. Turning back, the cheerful glim =
mer Of her beacons alone looked hope
ful in all The whols scene around, and
they twinkled star like 10 whole heav.
en- oi darkness Poor Clio, her though
centereG on one dear object, walked q.
long The beach, needless Of the wild fu.
ry Of the wind, and OF the fosm'ng bill
lows al her feet, when a sound met her
ear, 10 which. on such nights, it had
Iong been familisr-it was the swing,
ing Of The yards Of large vessel, at no
great distance, in the bay She listen
ed-lhe storm seemed 10 drown every
sound, and then again The tapping OF
sails, The creaking Of yards, and then
The swift hurrying Of chain cable through
the howse hole, showed that a vessel
was about 10 anchor. The faint ou lines
OF large ship now caught her eye, and
again Clio thanked heaven that she had
thought Of The mariners lamp for with.
out it surely no vessel could have enter.