Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1846-07-23

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i never raised my arm in anger against
augh, That has breath ! meyer 80 much
ns kicked n snarlIng cur from my path
Have you been false friend, decew
M where yon were trusted Z
I cannot recall TO mind lie ever
'old.'
Once more Helen's hand sought that
Of her lover but she Withdrew IA
terrible thought rushed to her mind. She
paused ere she could give IL words. Al
last she said, Have you been guided by
,n- cod. ot mans moraltles, and won n
heart only 10 fling IT from YOU or'-o'
heen guilty OF the deeper, daraer wrong
.iill =
My conscience il singula,!v free from
all such stains. They who d. these things
spenk not Of them as crimes Aud he
looked up and met the fearful gaze oi
Helen Travers, without his own lids
dropping.
Then | will wed you,' she exclaimed
after moments pause, 'and only az your
" lie " III learn this dreadful secret
You wit? and " illiam Johnson start.
ed to his fee, as one who had received an
electric shock.
i will
For momcn she yielded to his en-
brace, but he released her quickly, 'You
would 50 wed ne, he exclaimed, 'bm
YOU shall not. The dear memory ofyour
words is happiness Fate cannot take
from ,ne; i, gives me strength TO complete
the tragedy. Listen. These limbs have
horne the manacles the law furnishes To
the convicted thief; this form has qualed
IN the ielnn 'sdock beneath the cnlous stare
Of the stranger multitude but even then
| did not lie. owned that | had stolen
the means to purchase food for iamish'
ing mother. The name which | have
dared TO ask you to bear, is forever en-.
rolled in the annals OF CRIME. The cop
vict crossed the seas, aud was slave
for the seven brightest years of his youth.
Helen-Miss Travers, you do not scrs am,
or faint, or wiiher me with a look. Only
tears, quiet, common tears Are you
woman or angel {!
BE calm aud tell me all
4 You will believe | meant 10 replace
the note IL stole, though the Judge
would not credit my story. THIS Is all
have To- tell for why should picture the
worihlcssncss Of that wealth which de-
scended to me from the relative who ex
! posed my youth TO temptation, and left
! my mother TO perish ?
4 'The future the happy future. May
it make you forget the past !-Wliiiam I"
\ Helen
Il At her feet once more but now with
Ich,d-like sohs, and breathing passionate
| ex, lamatons, and fervem blessings.
\ 1t was the next day and :he burst Of
wild, tumultuous JOY had given place to a
serencr happiness on the part o! William
| johnson, while softer aud more thought
iuI expression rel igned on the face OF
Helen. .... O..
Il have compact,o propose, said she,
laying her head upon his arm, and look
ing up caluy, yet alfec,ionately in his
!. face 'let us for iae future speak not Of
this dark thing, eycrp. indeed there be
! Just necessity and occasion for renewing
the subject. Let II be sacred deposit,
of which each has the key, but do not
suffer il 10 belong to our lives by freqheni
discourse or thought Of it. Thus may
time heap bright realliesto hide and s''tle
these smouldrring ashes. You tell me
that your common name has been to you
a shelter from suspicion that your secret
rests with one tried aud trusted friend
and that the world among its common
blunders deems your love of retirement
the spirit Of pride aud eyclusivenrss. 1
will but look at the result of the leisure
that retirement has afforded, the cult
waited intellect and the habits Of simple
epoyment. Yet whence came your en-
larged sympaihies With humanity These
are not fostered by hermit like retire
inent'
'Can you ask You are silent. !
need not tell you how much is known in
tuitively by one who has erred and suffer
ed
!. And expated.'
All, deep the meaning of that word
which burst spontaneously from the heart
which felt Alright Deeper and higher,
more world embracing such wisdom than
aught that was ever extracted hy the
casuistry Of the schools The merciiul
God, by His instruments, the mysteries
of inc xhausilble nature, heals the wounds
and lesser ills Of The body until it becomes
whole again. And must the wounds of.
the soul tester forever : What is man
that he darcs pluck hope from the breast
of his fellow And is not the punish
mcnt he inflirts for crime but Satan's
work on earth. .exrent so far as. IT prevents,
amends and through the suffering and
amendmen, expia'es? The poet paints
what should he, rather than what is, when
he declares there is future for all who
have the virtue to repent and the energy
TO atone May he prove the poet
prophet
OF the myriad real tragedies which are
hidden behind the veil Of conventional
lie, not n few are there in which woman
plays minis'ering angel; and builds,
amid the wreck al happiness, saving
ark bv the spell Of her trusting faith, and
n wisdom that IL of the heart