Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1847-03-25

My Lady Rust, tired of her " own bad
company" has entered the library; how
listlessly she turns over the splendid volumes.
She leaves the cases and approaches the ta-
ble her eyes fall on the quaint old black
letter tome in few seconds they seem riv-
cited upon its open page, and with difficulty
she manages to decipher the obsolete char
acters and reads aloud
IKE 1e1cuoe Of Salute fl(artc -
which for the benefit of our readers we rem
der as follows
"fhon wend your way to the ohurt i-yard drear,
But speed not with dread, and speed not with fear
Bear yc no taper, no lamp, no torch
To guide your steps to the moild s-g porch,
Tor the sncettd ghosts will DO Sing there,
And the dead mems lights will niolsr and glare
With pale blue flames through the midnight air.
Sigh not, weep not, scarce breathe aloud,
And touch not a corse, and touch not a shroud:
But sccuny pass by tho CHASTITY crowd.
Cross myself thrice neither less nor more,
And fix thine eyes on the chnncel's dcor,
But speak thou dost prize thy soul.
And when the midnight hour shall toll,
The DOOMED shall pass by the self rama grave,
Ere the year be out they shall surely I'LL
And thus ye will know
Who will mouder low
In their earthly home, if ye list and win,
For such is the power, all believe
of vigil kept on SAINT MARIE HIS Eve"
There are certainly strange chords in the
human heart
The much discussed doctrine of essential
sympathy has more foundation than its whole
sale matter of fact decriers suppose there
are indeed
More things in heaven and earth
Than are dreamt OF IN your philosophy!
A few hours precedent, the reading of the
ghostlv old legend would have excited in the
mind of Lady Rust no emotion stronger than
smile at its extravaganza, or sheer al
its absurdity; now the words sank deeply
into her heart of hearts.
Again and again was the page perused
till every syllable was grated on her memo
ry, and strange thoughts fitted across hei
excited Imagination.
There is a latent love of the mysterious
and supernatural planted in every human
bosom.
The school-boy hurries with quick-beat
ing pulse and palng cheek past the last rest
ing place of the quiet dead the sturdy peas
ant half shudders at the melancholy whoor
vi INC hi-phhChcu oNi ttt
mariner looks with indiscribable awe upor
the bright-eyed petrol, the supposed recep
tacle of his drowned messmate's soul; the
ron-nerved soldier counts with instructive
dread the ominous ticking ofthe death-watch
and the deep read scholar, despite his learn
ed theories of causes and effects, has beer
compelled to confess an uneasy belief in SUI
pernatural appearances.
Lady Rust was no exception to this gen
eral rule yet Lady Rust exclaimed alout
Impossible " without s7-ri.. De;ysving il
the exclamation.
A few moments were passed i'll solemn
thought the result was the resolution to ties
the truth of the sanity legend.
Curiosity, with all its insatiate craving
was aroused as well might another Pando
ra attempt to resist its promptings to opel
another box, or an extra Mistress Bluebear,
defy its subtle sophistries as to the necessit
for survey of the fatal and forbidden cham
Der it was as of yore omnipotent, and La
dy Rust determined to obey its dictates.
" Perhaps she might see"
But we scorn to betray her ladyship'
thoughts.
COucIySiOn merit 1gePE