Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-12-06

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fashion, young n hose prepossessins
appearance, and al ,siir S objected hhi.u )
to the scrutiny, and ion 70 Fl tlitost
around him. Hisafehl ldfes son ths: whole
would not be called bat The,
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Fevinced talent, ningisl, perhaps With Sc.
verify. His eyes never wandered even fo1
a moment from the stage, and when Isabella
made her appearance, the quick blood for
sock its wonted channels, and a paleness
almost death-ike overspread his fair feat
ures. In a moment, however, he retained
his composure, and maintained during the
remainder of the exercises, stole indif1er-
ence, as if ashamed ef his former emotion.
But who knew What agony, and tortue
was consuming that soul beneath the calm
exterior! The fierce volcanic fire may
knaw into the mountains bosom, while the
quiet summer flower blooms upon its
summit. The towering cak will stand
erect, though its heart is wasted by the de-
vouring worms; and millions Of thought
less beings chase gilded shadows, when an
earthquake slumbefs beneath their feet. We
can better ascertain the feelings Of the
stranger, by pe:using the following letter
which Isabella received from him a few
days subsequent to the period, to which we
have referred:
Hiss Moir:-Adieu, and forever. l
will not longer persist in pursuing a course
which I am aware is disagreeabe to you. l
will not portray my grief, by idle regrets,
and vain misgivings for what is past. But
cannot, dare net trust myself longer in
your presence. That fatal fascination has
already crushed my hearts best hopes.
Still l do not upbraid you'll do not charge
you with wrong. But am resolved never
to see you more. On other shores, and be-
meath other scenes, I may yet find repose
The heartless sycophants that surround you
shall not be witnesses of my woe. But isa-
bella may you be happy this is my earn
est wish. May your iie's journey, strewed
with fairest flowers, glide beneath cloudess
skies! and may you sometimes, amid the
huzzas of an applauding throng think of
ARTHUR MORRISON"
Isabella felt Oh reading this letter as any
one of tender conscience, and delicate sem
sibilities wouEa feel.~ She knew she had not
wronged Arthur. She had never in reality
enrunragedlis addsesses, and solicitations
for her hand. StilFs sEs had not been posi-
lively rejected. His politeness and intelli-
gence rendered his society not only enter
tanning, but decidedly agreeable; and she
was not aware of the strength of her af1ec-
ton for him, till apprised cf his departure
for Europe. When size knew that he was
gone, and that probably she should never
see him again, her quick memory called up
from the inexhaustab!e past, ten thousand
trivial and unimportant circumstances, that
had occurred during their early acquaint-
ance, and loves ,s.inezoriable agency, mag
nilied them into matters Of Importance. and
rendered her reflections gloomy and de-
spending in the extreme. She would have
written to him had she known his address.
Arthur had not told his most intimate
friends wbither he was going. Perplexed
and harrassed with contending feelings,
Isabella would fain have blotted from the
book of the past her acquaintance with Ar
thur Morrison: but the futility of such an
effort, only demonstrated the ardor of her
affection.
We must now leave Isabella at school,
notentlrely happy, but enjoying in some
degree, her well merited honors, while""we
turn our attention to her father, and to some
unfortunate events, in the production Of
which he was the unconscious agent. We
have already stated that his insanity was
paroxy small, and that a regular periodicitv
characterized its accession, and subsequent
intermission. Although for weeks previ-
Gus to the lamentable occasion to which we
now refer, slight alteration of reason was
manifest, he was more mild and tranquil
than usual, and hopes were entertained by
his friends, that ultimately, he would tri-
umph over the terrible malidy, which not
only destroyed his happiness, but rendered
him unfit for the various social, and public
duties which had hitherto devolved upon
him. An unforeseen and fatal circumstance,
suddenly crushed these hattering anticipa-
tons, and proved most disastrous in its con-
sequences. The friends of Moir had long
been in the habit Of diverting his mind dur
ing its lucid intervals, by conversing upon
interesting topics, and presenting such new
and novel considerations, as would effectu-
ally change the current of his thoughts, nat
urally detected and gloomy, to those more
animated and cheerful. 1t was during one
of these conversations, that allusion was in
cidentally made to the ancient costume of
the Scottish highlanders, together with the
broad sword, which their warriors WELD,
with so much dexterity, and execution. At
the mention of broad sword Moir started
to his feet, his eyes glaring like balls of fire
and his teeth clenched. His face was dead
ly pale, and his thin expanded nostril, and
parted lips, told of the sunless agony
which those words gave him. Pointing to
the South, his countenance expressive of un-
utterable anguish, he exclaimed in thunder
tones, sListen ye vile accusers and viler
bypocrites listen, for he'll yawns to receive
him who is the object of your hatred Ere
these locks were white with woe, ere dis.