Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-10-15


an imaginary oGence,--to live apart from
all we love"
But ere he could proceed, Girardi, rails
ing his head, gazed with surprise upon the
Count True, any dear friend r. he re-
piled separation is one Of the seyerest
trials Of human foriiiuJev'
II your friend !" interrupted Charney,
with bitterness. Have you the charity to
besiow such name upon me--npon me,
who am the cause Of your being parted from
herl for il is OF your daughter you are
thinking Deny il not Teresa is the
object Of these mournfbl meditalions and,
at such moment, how odious must be in
your sightr'
believe me, you are mistaken in your
conjectures," mildly interrupted the veuer-
able man.. Never was the image OF my
daughter invested with such consolatory as
sociaIions as to-day. For Teresa has writ
ten TO me I'll have received letter from
my child"
Written TO you,--you have letter from
her,-they have suffered il to reach your
hands !" cried Charney, iusensibly drawing
nearer 10 his companion. Then checking
his exultation, he added. "But you have,
doubtless. learned some affecting tidings r.
Par from il. assure You"
Wherefore. then, this depression p
"Alas my dear friend, such is the frailiy
OF human nature; such is the mingled yarn
Of human destiny A regret is sure TO in
bitter our sweetest hopes. The happiness
Of this life casts its shadow before, and il is
by the shadow that our attention is first al.
iracied. You spoke OF separation from
those we love. Here is my letter tread il,
and learn what considerations depress my
spirit while seated by your side"
Charney took the letter. and for some
moments held il unopened in his hand -
his eyes fixed on the counienance Of Girar.
di, he seemed DESTROYS Of reading there the
intelligence il contained On examining
the address he recognised with emotion the
handwriting Of his precious billet; and at
length unfolding the paper attempted 10 read
aloud the contents. But his voice fallered,
the words expired upon his lips; and
stopping short. he concluded the letter al
most insudibly to himself
"Deares; father" wrote Teresa, "bestow
a thousand kisses upon the paper you hold
in your hands, Tor thousand and thou
sand have ! impressed upon il, as harvest
for your venerated lips
"What Joy for US both, this renewal Of
correspondence II is TO General Menon
we are indebted for the concession he il
is who has put an end TO a silence which,
even more than distance, seemed to keen US
asunder. Blessings be upon him Noie,
dear father, our thoughts, at least. may fiy
towards each other II shall communicate
my hopes 20 sustain your courage; you,
your griefs, in weeping over which shall
fancy am weeping in your presence -
But II great happiness, dearest father,
were in reserve Cor us For a moment,
beseech you, lay aside my letter, and sum-
mon your strength 10 hear the sudden Joy
am about TO excite 10 your bosom. Father I
IL were once more permitted to be with
you Ito approach you,-;o listen to your
Instructions, Ito surround you with my al.
teniions Through the two years in which
we enjoyed this alienation of our affection.
captivity seemed TO sit lightly on your spir-
its and | entertained the hope, YES. the
earnest, earnest hope, that the favour will
be again vouchsafed me that shall be
once more permitted to enter your prison /"
"Teresa about 10 visit you here in
the fortress p cried Charney, wild with Joy.
Read on !"-replied the old man, in
melancholy ione,-"read on p
IL shall be once more permitted 10 enter
your prison." resumed Cliarney, repeating
the last sentence. "Are you not happy in
such prospect Are you not overjoyed ?"
continued Teresa. "Pause moment, TO
consider the good iidings have thus an
nounced Do not hurry on towards the
conclusion Of my letter. Violent emotions
are sometimes dangerous. Have not al.
ready said enoughi Were an angel to de-
scend from heaven. charged with the &C.
complishmcnl Of our wishes, you would not
presume TO require more; but I, your child.
might venture, ere he reascended 10 his ma.
tive skies, 1 might be tempted to impore
your liberation from captivity. At gonr
age, father, II is cruel thing 10 be denied
the sight OF your native country The
banks Of our beloved DORM are so beautiful:
and in our gardens on the Collina, the trees
planted by my poor mother and brother have
acquired surprising growth during your alb
sence. There, more than on any other spot,
survives the precious memory Of those we
have lost.
"Then. father, there are your friends !;
the friends who have supported, by their
generous efforts, my applications to govern
ment; J am sure you regret your absence
from them am sure you would delight
in seeing them again. Oh father, father I
the pen seems 10 burn in my hand My
secret is about to escape me |, has, pro.
badly, already escaped me You have,
doubtless, summoned all your courage TO
learn de6niiively that in few days am
about to rejoin you, NOT 10 lend my aid in
sohening your captivity, but to announce
its termination; not to be with you at stat
ed hours, and within the walls OF prison /;
but 10 carry you away with me in triumph
from Fenesirella free, prond-ay, proud |
for you have now a right To resume your
pride. Your faithful friends Conlenna and
Delsrue did not rest ill they obtained, not
your pardon, but your Justification. Yes,
your innocence is fully recognised by the
imperial government
Farewell, dearest and best Of fathers
How | love YOU how haunv do faeI n,