Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-10-15
s elect Tales.
From the Baltimore Saturday Visiter.
THE ORPHANS TALISMAN,
A STORY IN TWO PARTS.
by A LADY OF BALTIMORE.
PART SECOND.

his grief was violent and inconsoIabIe. He had
iondIy loved her, ere the world had lured him
from the paths of virtue. | endeavored, with
the assistance of our revered pastor, to lead him
to Him who 'came not to call the Just, but sin
ners to repentance lie Appeared penitent; bur
in few months he returned TO the city, and
shortly after brought from thence wife every
way unworthy to fill the place of my sainted
mother. | will not attempt to describe my dis
tress. Suffice it to say, that our quiet and hap
py home was changed to scenes of spendor and
dissipation. | endeavured to love the parent
that God had given me; but her predetermined
aversion TO me prevented all interchange of
kindness. Notwithstanding, my flther would
not consent that should absent myself from
his parties of pleasure, yet he appeared to shun
me-and was obliged to appear amid that fish
ionabe throng, and with a cheerful and smiling
countenance listen to their aduaton, while my
heart was oppressed with sadness Butmy Tai
isman was ever present with me, and when |
gave myself wholly to its influence | was SUI
premey bIest. One evening, on my return from
my mothers grave, whittier had been to water
the flowers had planted over her beloved ashes,
my father met me, and angrIy rebnkcd me for
having been absent during the arrival Of some
guests; and imp2tieny inerrupting my explana-
tons, he b1de me prepare to meet them at tea.
AS sought my chamber, my heart seemed to
die within me; resting my head upon my hand,
my struggling emotions f)uad vent in a torrent
Of tears. The first unkind words from be-
loved parent stirred fount of bitterness in my
hearts core, which poured its poisonous streams
into every spring of joy within me. ! sat some
time absorbed in this state ofutter wretchedneSs,
when, pressing my hand upon my heart to hush
its throbbings, felt my forgotten Tasman.-
Oh! the shame which shot through my con-
science-stlicken soul! IpIaced my little cruel
fix before me, and throwing myself upon my
knees, poured forth my griels and sorrows into
the bosom of my heavenly Father. When sum-
moned to supper, felt better and happier
being Among the number there assembled
Albert Lindsey, young nun from one of the
eastern states, whom my father had invited to
spend few weeks among our mountain scene
ny. He was not strikingly handsome, bur there
was something so strangely musical in the into
nations of his manly voice as he spoke of ma
ture, science, literature, and seemed to give
form and life to every object that fitted before
his Imagination. Yet, he appeared to converse,
not for the purpose Of displaying his powers OF
mind and language, but for the amusement of
others. He seemed to have discovered the ira.
ces Of my recent sorrow, and when after tea the
company returned to the parlor or strayed upon
the banks of the river, he endeavored by the
almost feminine decacy of his manner, to win
me from my sadness. There was something so
pure and lofty in his sentiments through which
pervaded deep tone of piety, that ere we sep
arated for the night, he had entirely won my
esteem. He spent much Of his time in climb
ing our mountain rocks and hills. Sometimes
he would return with sketch of some lavorite
landscape, or bunch of rare wild flowers for
my herbarium. Thus pissed several weeks, du-
ring which was thrown much into his society.
Since the death Of my beloved mother, my
thoughts and feelings had been restrained and
pent up within my own bosom; but in Albert's
presence they seemed to flow unrestrainedly, -
Upon one subject, however we we're both in
stinctively sient,-the beauties of our holy re-
ligion! for Albert was Protestant. AT first it
caused me much uneaslness, but at length when
listening to his enhancing words, | forgot the
barrier between us. J., who when oppressed by
affection, and surrounded by fashionable amuse-
ments, guarded my heart with my T4ISman, now
in the hour Of danger, slept at my post, and
gave myself up to delusive dreams. But the
spirit of a departed mother lowered over and
snatched me from the brink of the abyss over
which hung. One evening, after visit to her
grave, retired to my room Iistesss and unhap-
py; the past seemed to rush before me, my early
childhood, my mothers sickness, her dying
prayer-~the holy atmosphere that then encir-
cled me, had disappeared, and WIS enVeloped
in dark clouds | rem1ined some time in this
state, until overcome by the weight Of wretch
edness that oppressed me, threw myself upon
my couch. Rising my eyes, beheld standing
at my side, my mother Her pale countenance
was sad and sorrowfnI. Isprang towards her
but she waved me off flung myself at her
feet, and in implorlng accents, begged her not
to leave me. Oh, take me to your arms, my
mother. She pointed to my neglected Tails
man, then towards Heaven, and vanished
started, and the effort awoke me. The candle
was expiring in the socket and threw flicker
ing glare about the room. CIasping my Tails
man, on my Bonded knees, Earnestly prayed for
forgiveness. saw my dnger, and resolved
to sacrifice every earthly Idol, and to give my
undivided affections to Savior who had died
to gain my love. continued thus in commun.
ion with my heart until the dawn of day, when
arose, and repairing to the chapel, soIemny
renewed my promise. When | arose, saw
Albert standing not far from me- as passed he
turned to follow, and walked for some time in
silence by my side. At last he said in an ag-
tated voice, - Forvive me- Ada for thus intru-
ding upon your devotions-but must leave
you this morning, and | walked hither in hopes
of meeting you He paused remained ST.
lent, for my heart was shaken with contendng
emotions. Selling my hand, he poured forth