Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-03-30

years had flown over her head, and left not a
single cloud of care upon her brow Would as
many more summers glide by, and leave not a
trace of sorrow? Ali that day, gaddencd as it
was with light words and Joyous smiles, was an
important era in her existence.
The sun went down-the jewellers dispersed
and evenings dusky footstep left its impress on
the sky, yet still did the Princess Lelettez linger
alone beneath the palms. wrapped in her own
airy-like dreams The night wore on-the
moon and stars looked forth from their lofty
homes; silence, deep and dread pervaded the
palace of Sarunasetee suddenly wild, piercing
cry rang out on the stiffness. Was it the shrill
voice of some night-bird, or the distant yell of
savage beast!
Twas morn upon the waters, gallant vessel
was leaping over the sea like thing of life. The
foam-crested waves cleaned and sparkled in the
sunlight; the soft breeze played among the snow
y sails, and the sea-gull sat, trimming her white
plumage upon the tall masts. Could bark so
beautiful be the prson-house of the captive? All!
yes; upon the deck stood hundred dark forms,
gazing, with dark despair stamped on every fea-
ture at the receeding shores of Africa, crowned
with the date and palm. There were stern war
riors, little children and timid madens, yet one
there was, young and graceful girl, whose soul
lit eye rested with desperation in its gaze upon
the distant landl Twas Lelettez; no tear mois-
tened her fringed eyeds; no sigh came up,
wrung from the very depths of her breaking
heart the superb head was balanced as proudly
as ever on the aching neck; the lips compressed
with as much determination as though the shack
les on her wrists were nought but the golden
ornaments she was wont to wear. The queenly
form of Lelettez was ensIavcd, but within was
still the proud, unbending spirit of Princess.
Again twas morn, dewy, smiling morn
within an elegant boudoir sat far-haired girl
Through an open window came the breath of
flowers, bright and odorous, such as bloom only
in Florda's sunny cline, while the soft breeze
connected with the uxuriaht vines around the
easement, and slightly lifted the golden curIs
! from the maiden's brow Her clear, blue eyes
rested, somewhat complacentIy perhaps, upon
her tiny foot, placed upon rich cushion, around
which her iavorite slave was clasping a delicate
slipper. The task was done, yet the slave rose
not; with her hands cenched upon her forehead
she hads upon the carpet Was she thinking
of her own home in far off Africa-where she Sc
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On were not the bright days of merry childhood
before herr Perhaps they were, for the voice
Of her mistress failed to arouse her that sounc
could not then break the spell with which mem
DRY had bound her. Another call came from the
mistress and yet another; still the slave moved
not Then came blow for her negligence anc
as if an adder had bitten her she sprang to hel
feet. The well-remembered scenes which, bu
now had passed before her minds eye with al
the changing brilliancy ola gorgeous panorama
fled away. Twas the daughter of Samunasetee
her eyes gIowed like those of a basillisk, he
hands trembed convulsiyely, and her lips qulv
cred as she poured forth torrent Of impetuou
F words, and hastily returned blow for blow. She
Princess to be thus insulted by lily-lacec
stranger! 1t could never be borne. This wa
another Era in her existence; she was indeed
slave.