Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1847-10-14
Yhe Death of Hannah Robinson.

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From the narratire Of one Of tho Household.
[In.Mr Updiks's entertaining miscellany,
entitled a History Of the Narragansett Church,
among other attractive narratives, is a short
biographical sketch OF the Robinson family
and particularly of a grand daughter Of Gov
efnor w illiam Robinson, celebrated in her time,
for her unequalled beauty, and The unhappy
consequences Of a romantic and i'll starred mar
rage. Mr., u. represents her. father Rowland
Robinsos, as possessed OF relentless, uhior-
giving spirit, which even the dying hours OF
has unfortunate daughter could scarcely pro-
pitiate. This, we are assured, is altogether IN
correct and does great injustice to the charac
Ter of Mr.. Robinson, who though impe'uous
and overbearing in temper was far from being
vindictive. In the following lines, by falr
descendant OF Gov. Il. the reverse OF this pic
ture is exhibited, una!ng, aswill be seen, IN no
ordinary degree, the attractions oi poetry 10 The
striotaess Of historical truth.
kwas lovely evening. AMI the golden light
Of summer
Was on the hill ana on the Ilaln and on the
flowing rivers
The blue and silver CLEANS, that checkerd o'en
the bay,
Had passd from off the waters, tha, in sombre
shadow lay:
The mother from the lattice look d to the dis
tant road,
AID blssSd The coming footsteps, that ncard
her proud abode
SSH pillOw'd Oh a litcr, on sturdy shoulders
borne
SLOW, came the much lOy'd daughter, wreck,
on her return:
Stately on a courser, did her taibes siieM ride,
With looks OF love and anxious care. still
watching al her side.
Andnow the home Of 'hdhood uproSe before
her view,
The punes Of gold, bI c;hl shining, The shading
branches through,
The fSehS spread Solt and verdant where in in
fancy she play'I,
And all the air seem'd whispering of hope and
love betrayed.
Now set me down my father, upon this much
ovd grould,
Now set me down, my father and let Inc look
around;
'ris beautiful lis beautiful! what visions oer
me hover.
Oh days Of love and peace aud Joy, how have
ye passed forever.
Now ash me all my father now ask Inc what
ihou may;
Thy sorrow stricken daughter shall not now
thee gainSay.
Pas, fell the tears aud faster, upon that beaute-
ous head,
Strong feeling swayd within his breast but not
word he said
Father. hnow that sorrow has cruSh'd Thy
] know that ny blind love has wrought Thee
mighty wrong,
Bul oh be kind my father, To him who calld
Inc bride,
Remember that lov'd him and oh, forget thy
prlte;
Forgive the wrong he wrought me. my early
Death and woe,
And in every trouble still kindness TO him
show;
Remember me thy daughter thy oIeSsd anu
early prlde.
Remember that Iov'd him, atho' through him.
died.
The golden sun uprising shone on beau'e-
There stood the father IN his Srlei, The spouse
in his renIoTse
And thro' the plying multitude the busy mur-
mur ran, !
As they look'd upon that stricken sire, and
ronscTence sInitten niu
But keen reproach, nor bitter taunt the fathers
lips nc'cr spoke,
Tho fropo that day, the cheerml smile on thel
mothers face ne'er broke.
And when the moon had fll'd her horn and the
crescent shoDe again,
Aud the linishd vault had oped lis doors, it's
first iair dead to claim.
Tomorrow, said the sorrowlng sire, our daugh-
ter well remove,
Again we'll look upon the face of her, our dear
est love.
And carly when the morning came, the grave
they then uneloSe
And from the face the veil remove, 10 beaull'
ful il glows-
The bloom Of beauty from that cheek, had
not yespaSsed away,
Nor wore the graceful moulded form the Signe
of decay,
But calm and beautiful rs sleep had folded in
her arms,
The treasure of the parents heart, in all her
carly charms.
Then paSSd the bridegroom from the roof,
wand Ter on the sea-
And in daring bold and cruel strife, c'oSd his
dark destiny. l..
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