Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-02-10

which had never been developed to me, had
not seen her in the position for which she was
so truly htted-at homc., remember nay first
visit at the Prison-grounds, with much of delight
and satisfaction-and felt greatlul that had
learned by beholdng, to think not harshly of
the erring ones,
1t was near the close of pleasant day, some
two or three weeks subsequent to the above,
when we returned from school as usual. Eve
lyn was unusually cheerful and happy, and 1t
seemed that she was impatient to drink up all
the buoyance of her spirit, in order to make way
for the corrodIng pheon which was about to en-
ter it. We parted till the morrow, in the full
fruition of happiness little dreaming that augh'
of sorrow overshadowed the future. About )
o'clock the same evening, | received call from
Miss p, one of our classmates. When wei
met, her face (always expressive) was indicative
of the deepest sorrow and CONSERVATION and ere
she could utter one word, she burst into tears.
was distressed-I felt that 1t was something
relative to Evelyn, because knew that she ac-
companed her home.
What is the inter, Fanny" said I, after
painful silence.
"Eocyn's father is dead He is murdered!
she answered. in haEstihed voice This was
enough-the awful truth flashed across my mind
Mr.. L--had fallen victim to the malig-
nifty Of one Of the prisoners Not another word
was spoken-Miss P--reired as she came,
save that she had made another heart bow down
in anguish.
feared that my own emotion might add to
the poguancy of her grief, aud therefore defer
red seeing my afflicted friend till near the close
Of the next day. 1t was about sunset when ar
rived at the gae-O what change had been
wrought What a different aspect every thing
bespoke! Even the trees were signing mourn
fully, and the little flowers had shut up their
bright petals Evelyn met me in the hail. and
for few moments, we were clasped in each 9TH
ers arms. o that look Shall ever forget it
twas well that the wet ueSses fell over her
plle face, and shaded part of its wretchedness.
Of the untold misery which struggled for utter
ance-the consuming grief that burned IN every
fibre Of the heart-the torturing anguish and
despair, | can say nothing words are inadequate,
At length, after committing her affection to the
Father of the fatherless, she became more calm.
"May heaven spare you this trial i" said she
/ while she took my hand and led me to the re-
, tired chamber, where her father lay IN his wind.
o ing sheet! The profound Stiffness Of death res
ted upon every object and the muslin drapery
4 scarcely admitted the pale rays of the de lining
. sun, Evelyn bent over him with cIasped hand;
and though so placid there was fixed agony
n in her counenance, and while the warm tear
| fell upon his cold face, felt that there was
. commingling Of heaven and earth. Just theI
, the door softly opened and two sweet little chill
dren approached their sister, and asked TO b
70 lifted up {" 10 look at poor killed papa" o
o was such a thrilling sight when they kissed hi
- marble lips, and their little soft cheeks touche
the moist napkin, which was yet stained with tn
o purple tide. And how they chung to their siste
~ because he was SO cold and could not speak t
=. them
Poor EVELYN was afraid it would quite owe
% come her but she boie it with unearthIy fort
- tude; and it was evident that she was sustaiue
&c. by an unseen hand. The shadows of night wei
'SI COlllllS OH dhu VIC Clt llllIl IuGIc, W Tan
%. his long res M. Twas pious man
or before leaving his chamber, the morning of b
70 last day on earth, as was his custom, he kneIt
of one corner Of the apartment for secret deVotio
II and, though in whisper, his wife noticed {
=, unu'nal tervor and when again at the usu
No hour, he called his loved ones abont him, ar
Oh offered up his morning obaton he was deep
,d affected and expressed an anxiety for their Gutu
bo welfare. Though he uttered not one word aft
the fatal instrument pierced his unsuspectII
., breast, we believe he died as he lived-a Chr
tan. But the assassin Heaven best kno,
h. what will be his end. When he heard the wa
ings of the afflicted family, he indiferently
,rs marked "WeII, if he had released me thr
49, months ago, should have been with my FAM
now and he would have been with his" A
,.s menteble proof OF the awful influence which CO
-. tnued crime has upon the sensibilities! B
when he was compelled, by the authorities, to
,ns and look upon the work of his guilty hands,
" was said that he trembIed and turned pale
u There was yet spark Of tenderness moulderiI
bo in the scattered ruins of his moral nature
,L asked my friend if she felt nmcal towards hi
n No. she replied, if my will were to deci
his safe, would not have him executed, bu
! never can see him.
~ Our parting that night was such as not to
described Would that could have borne
20 part of her sorrow and share the cankcring Gu
~ which neither sympathy nor love could dash frc
,r. her quivering lips
Preparations we're Immediately made for the
r. to leave their residence, and in few weeks
- came over the Atlantic waters to another Sta
mo And though the fourth bleak winter is now pi
ev sing away since heard her last farewell
Ill still think of her with peculiar tenderness al
, - at times feel an earnest of that glorious meetin
I'M which, Heaven grant, we may enjoy beyond II
- yale Of tears,
all ANNETTE
"a, 4 9rtGulturol.