Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-03-25

they, may be pardoned ior the delnsion
that she alone fills their whole hearts.
II Near the mother Of Bertha, a lesser
mound marked where Mrs Malcolm
Ilinfsn, slept. Here with her ward, af'
ter the relation which accident had fore
ed upon them, they often walked. How
wondsrful the double ties, which thus
linked the dead TO the dead, the living
Ito the living, and all, living and dead
thus in one band
A. Autumn, with its bleak winds, ad
vanc ed, they fel, that these visits soor
must close. One day, as with this pre-.
se nliment ibey delay ed longer than usual
they perceived stranger enter the
grounds. This, though not very com
mon, was still not remark able. Thought
ful travellers land il is strange that
there can be any olher-never omit to
visit the places where the dead sleep
for there is mirrored, in the manner ol
their bestowal the character OF the liv-
ing. 49,.
But when, as Mrs. Malcolm and Ber-
,ha were about TO Withdraw, they saw
the stranger pause near them, the widow
was ast stonished--shaIl we confess it
n most alarmed. He had paused hur-
riedly and with look Of unsatisfied curl
osity every where else he had passed
indiffereDtly the marks Of posthumous
pride and the relics Of antiquity T; he
had possessed no eye for what were
deemed the notables Of the place, but
now having reached The grave Of EN-
incline, he stood, as If spell bound. Fol
a moment or two he gazed at the head
stone as an object which he recog nized
NJ the companion Of his thoughts and the
furniture OF his dreams then bowing his
head upon il his whole frame shook with
unrepressed emotion.
Mis- Malcolm was scarcely less af-
fecied. She OWNED all (; and Tor an
instant was half tempted TO chide Hea-
ven for what seemed 10 her another be-
reavement. A thousand thoughts in
trudrd upon her troubled mind. Once she
started TO draw the child away from an
unnatural parent who could thus neg fleet
her-but startled at Beriha's half resist
ance, she desis,ed. The father raised
his head, and seemed moment annoy
ed, as if he now for the first time per-
ceived that there had been witnesses OF
his sorrow.
Mrs. Malcolm pointed to Bertha. The
stranger looked nome ent-then clasp
lug her to his heart, said.
Her mothers self But they told
me she left no child y
The mystery is easily solved. The
father Of the stranger, cold, covetous, and
AMBITIOUS, had frowned upon a union in
which the parties cons ulied no counsel
lers bu, their hearts. The young hus-
band, scarcely out Of his minority, was
driven abroad in a state Of half exile,
half dependence. The young wife was
grudgngly assisted, and that only on
condition that she should bury herself in
some village where the parents of her
husband should not be offended with the
sigh, Of one whose presence reminded
them that their child had consulted his
own happiness rather than their pride
The rest the reader knows already. II
she sinned bitterly did she suffer. Nor
did the father, ere summoned to his ac-
count, escape-for the pride which tram
pies on another, rends its own heart.
Ifthis narrative be not strictly true, il
is less wonderful than truths. The re-
mainder we leave to the readers fancy
for it will no, always do to unite in q
fiction, the lights and shadows which
come so abruptly together in real life
But as some aid to the imag nation, we
will merely say that little girl, rery
like Bertha, popped out from behind the
break fast-room door, on Friday the LIST
Of January, l847, and cried
"A happy New Year, father and mo-
lher-now I've caught you both