Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-05-05
eRAVENNA, 1oHfo, W EDN EsDAY, MAY 5.sl847ss

~ SO am unaDle 10 say; but Suddenly lI1t
TO the astonishnent ofall, this worthy li,nl
ofthe law disappeared. His sign was IL rel u
moved, but impenetrable blenystery siiSioud.
ed his strange and upexpected detsnrs{lse
ItsWhat has become Of himr" was the uni.
versal inquiry. Months rolled on and nc
tidings came. These were dreary months
to the worthy daughter of Col. S., who fel,
but too severely the stroke; and ofientimes
in the bitterness ol her anguish, she was
led to think Of tho farewell words of the
discarded James Stuart. Her prospects
for happiness in life had been suddenly
blasted, and the current Of those joys which
she thought immortal, had vanished like
the shadow of deceitful vision. But hers
wns not spirit to quail or sink without on
effort beneath the strong arm of misfortune.
In spite OF herself, the treachery of her be-.
loved gnawed like a canker-worm upon the
buoyancy of her hitherto elastic spirits. [,
stole the lusture from her cheeks4 1t was
fuel for that fire which fed with fearful ener.
gy upon The very fabric ofher existence. II
was the poison OF that swift arrow which
now ranked in her heart. She Stunned
society, and finally. she concluded 10 close
her eyes upon the world forever, by enter.
the gloomy cloister of some secluded nun.
merry. Her worthy parents lamented the
strange inlatuation Of their daughter, but
she was irrevocable. Ali her friends remon
strated, but her resolution was nnalterable.
She determined to bury her sorrows in the
seclusion Of monastic life, and by this step
forget the world and all it contained. She
was true to her purpose. In few weeks
the chant Of this proud spirited and beauti.
full girl echoed along the dark corridors Of
of a miserable convent.
Years rolled by. The events already
narrated had passed from the memories Of
the gay and busy throng. But there was
one who had not forgotten them. She was
the forlorn widow Of the worthy COL, who
now slept in the quiet grave. A rising
mound, overshadowed by clusterof weep.
ing willows, told where he rested, secure
from the turmoils and disuppointmenls of
this life. Autumn had once more return.
ed. Its decaying vesture enveloped the
world of vegetation, and foreshadowed an
approaching winter. The cloudless sun
set of an October eve had fallen like an
enchanting spell upon the Mohawk valley
and dim twilight was thickening around
1t was then that two mourners, strangers
in the vicinity, stood for the first time BY
that secluded grave. Their low deep tones,
scarcely audible, came upon the still night
breeze like the mournful echo of q muffied
harp. 1t was James Stuart and his welded
Mary S. Time, the great correclor Of
misshapen acts, had its usual salutary ef-
feet upon the mind OF Mary; but her es-
cape from the nunnery and subsequent re-
newal of acquaintance with James, are
matters upon which we are not permitted
to particularze. Suffice it to say, Mary's
vivacity returned, and with it her happi.
ness. James Stuart was no obsequious sat.
elite in his profession, but he became u
ruling star. The declining years of their
widowed mother were among the happiesl
Of her life, and long was she permitted tc
linger with her dutiful children, TO bless
them with hcr counsels, and to cheer them
amid life's checkered scenes,