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

blood, ere this had passed l wandered in
the sunny South, and saw oppression and
avarice, and robbery, wiring forn the sooty
slave, his toll bought substance, his tears.
and b!ood-and groans went up to heaven,
and whisperings of sullen deep dispair met
my ear-and then / wept, and would have
grappled with the tyrant-but one, dar-
ling man met me in unequal contest a1d
slew him ny yes.sI. slew him, and as I drew
Imy redeemed blade from his bleeding bosom,
be- said It's doaas--I uerer fought aoiM
33;sapords, you haze murdered me, and
death ratt throat, but Il re-
| fmembefeat< hat hs said ives, -sein elnbered
it, with early morn, and deepening noon,
and blackest night, I remembered it, when
dismal years Lad swept their course-ard
III remember it, in my last embrace with
the never dying worm" --...- .
He passed quickly out of the room, NUT
tering TO himself, "nnrdered tile s1cord,"
while, if possible, lis countenance assumed
a look Of more terrible ferocity.
His wife, who was never intimidated,
even by the most imminent danger, follow
ed him, and endeavored by words CT endear-
ment, to restore his distracted thoughts. For
time he did not appear TO heed her words,
or to take any notice Of her approach, but
continued mutering to himself, evidently
harboring the illusion, that his wife and
the friend, had been accusing him of the
murder Of the unfortunate Scutherner.-
Turning suddenly, with the Instantaneous
movement of d maniac, he caught his wife
WINS ,pJ H., ,b ,J how ,,,o,, -, ,.
with hideous violence. He then bounded
off, like an enraged tiger, in search ,f his
friend, who fortunately had gore cut to pro-
cure assistance, as it might be necessary to
secure him, should he become furious and
unmanagable. The aid came very oppor-
tunely, and Moir was placed under proper
restraint. Mrs. Moir had with difficulty
lisen from the floor, and was found reclining
upon bed, pale as death. Send for Isa-
bella without delay" said she, "ior feel
that I am dying" She grew fainter, and
the ghastly paleness gave way TO tie cadav-
erous hue of death. She feeblv articulated,
"when am gone do not tell John that am
dead-he is inno-," but ere the sent
ence could be completed, her spirit had
passed the dark valley. ItWa S announced
by the physician who arrived Immediately,
that her death was caused by Tie rupture of
an important blood vessel.
Three days had passed extensive funeral
preparations had been made, and the hour
was rapidly approaching, when the remains
of Mrs. Moir was to be consigned to tie
narrow house. Hundreds OF anxious, sym
pathizing- friends, already stood in groups
around the solitary mansion. The shrouded
dead had been placed in the cotia The
minister had taken his station, and was
preparing to begin the solemn exercises,
when slight commotion was observed in
the auditory, and Isabella, fearless and
calm, made her way to the cvffia. Her step
did not falter, and her pale but firm cour-
tenance betrayed noemotion. The lid was
removed, and she gazed few moments upon
the cold placid features of her mother, then
bending over the inanin!ate clay she whis-
pered, "IHy Mother, O, my Moiher. =
Pressing her hands upon her temples, as if
the anguish Of the orphan was tearing them
assuuder, she repeated in clear sharp
whisper, that stupifed with horror those
who heard it, Ny Mother, 0, my Mother-"
The next moment she sank upon the floor,
senseless, and apparently liteiess.
We must now turn another leaf of times
strange history. The remains of Mrs. Moir
are sIumbering in the churchy AID. In a
secluded apartment of a distinguished In
sane Asylum in New England, is a most
accomplished and beautiful girl, constant
ly importuning her kind guardian to per-
nit her to attend the funeral of her deceas-
ed mother. We need not inform the read
er, that this is the once talented, and ad-
mired Isabella Moir. Such is the mutabil-
ity of all human hopes! such is the delusive
mockery cf life's bEi ghtest dreams Weeks
passed by,-months rolled OF, and no leam-
ines of reason dawned upon the benighted
mind of Isabella. Every day she was per-
mitted by the humane Superintendent, to
stroll unmolested through the howery walks
that encompass the Institution; thus deriv-
ing from nature, in her loveliest aspects,
those benign ard halIowed influences which
soothe the excited feelings, and restore to
tranquility the troubled spirit.
On lovely afternoon in September,
when VISIONS DllSSiIL anu ldhellul udLLle III
the imaginatious of the young and the light
hearted, when sunny hopes, and fairy scenes
thrill the soul, and make it forget that it is
coupled to a clod, then Isabella, alone and
in communion with herself, first felt the
dawnings of returning reason. As she con-
tinued longer in her accustomed walk than
usual, tile kind Superintendent, with char
acteristic solicitude, went in search for her,
accompanied by a stranger. "See," said
she approaching them, and her voice was
more soft and gentle than usual, "see this
lovely flower fading, and its delicious frag-
rance wasting upon the desert air. The
cold winds have blown too rudely upon it:
and it has been chilled by Autumn's early
frost" CHANGING to look at the stranger,
she started suddenly, then advancing toward
him, exclaimed, "Arthur, | did not expect
to meet you again. Times have changed
since last we met. The work or years has
been crowded into single hour. am not
at school now; but l love this pretty garden,
and these pleasant walks. And now, Ar
thur, thou must not go abroad to day-the
sun is already declining, and it will soon
be dark-too dark for thy shipt to go thro'
the trackless deep-thou wilt not go till to-
morrow, when the spirits of the storm dare
not revel on the foamy wave-thou wilt not
venture when the sea-bird trembles, and the