Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-22
From the Ladys Book.
THE LILY OF NEWPORT.
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song, and sometimes a harp were heard
there and sometmes a quick, startling
sound, like The echo OF ride. And over
this sacred solitude the ghost had unlimited
sway. Blu, few penelia,ed i'll whether
il was that they half. believed the idle tales,
or because that Wild and shadowy spot,
with its music muImurs and living lowell
ness possessed no attractions for them,
may not cay. Lillias felt that she Stood
where mortal foot had scarcely ever tIo -
HYe, Why" she thought, "should fear7
Is there anything moro dreadful than my
own thoughts If there were, would =.
certainly fee it. Weak, wicked child that
/ am, why do murmur' have more
blessings than deserve. And yet, would
l could be the loved OF mind like his,
mighty with nigh, and light. Ye, j, is bes,
asst is; should be too b,esscd Father,
hear, forgive the prayer The thought, The
fear. ], alas have no attractions 10 hI the
fancy Of one SO proud and lefty as 10 Luis
St. Lucas. 1t is we'll" ,r..
Slowly she pursued her way, and found
herself in one Of the lovelies, spots che had
ever seen 1t was green, levels space ofa
few yards square, hemmeJ in on all sides by
lofty trees, and 50 strongly and thickly
woven with wild vines that the noond,y
'un, iha midnight moonlight, could scarce
ly penetrate il. And ,hero, 100, was the
lii,lo lake, surrounded BY shadovs and
flowers. Rude lodges Of rock we.o flung
here and there, as If inviting the wa3derer
TO rest. Tho maiden CARED srcund. with
holy awe and reverence. Fears were for
gotten tears were stayed the hear, was
hushod ; the soul subdued. Tho Haunted
Glen was only one of Gods ptoud poetic
pictures.
"Weak, frail creatures tha, we aro,'
Lilllas murmured, "what can we DO g. q,
"No,hng" strange voice answered, "if
The hand of heaven is for ever against u.s."
The young girl looked around bewilder-
cd. A dark figure stood leaning asaln,, a
trc,, regarding her with the mos, earnes,
attention. Wa, tina, the lonely lord Of tho
Haun'ed Client
His face was pale and sunken, his eye
wild and bewildering, and his dark hair
pushed heavily back from his hollow ten
pies; /; and his dusty and threadbare gar
men,s looked as il they had been mado
years before. He could not have been
more than thirty-fve, yet his pale and hag
gered countenance made him look much
older. Tho dark ligh, in the eyes of the
two met, and each heart ,hrobbed with
strange sensations. Yet it was curiosity
on the ono side, and scornful pleasure on
the other. Still, Lillias, moved not Hand
the stranger continued to regard her with
naughty interest, that deepened into agoni.
zing earnes,ness. A, length he spoke
with those same strange and sepulchraf
tones.
Lady, ara you not afraid to in.rude with
in the silent sanctuary Of tho Haunted
Glen :"
Lilias turned pale as she answered
Gods eye is here az we'll az elsew here-h
is everywhere. Why why should Hear 2"
and she turned away, supposing him sho
addressed deransed.
The hermi, advanced a step, and said
Lady, have you lost your way7 so,
will conduct you home" And even that
hollow, haughy VOICE had wild, mo an;ho-
ly music in it.
"Oh, no." she repliel, iimidIy sn4
yet have s,Iayed farther than intended"
And she Jeh tho strangers Burning gianco
upon her own, and again moved away. A
deep sigh caused her to turn her head
There stood that singular being, with his
arms folded and his head urou his breast.
Sic involun,arily stopped. She fel, pity
for one seemingly 50 lofty and so smiiien.
Noticing her movement, he raised his eyes.
and exclaimed-and they were wild with
light, and his voice was deep and impr,u
Gus -
"Go-go, nnaidcn ] wish no, ,hv coin
cod commiseration Yet s,sy-lam rash;
but you know no, how my heart hath boen'
wrung with wrong What have endured
for years--io' years The word hath
crushed me to the dusii anl, in return. /
abbor, despse, and hate il. will have nv
in,crcour,e with the selfish ambitious,
mean, scrvile, hollow-hearied mulii,ude.--
For years have hvsJ here in this lone re-
trra,-for years, Unknown and uncared for
And hero will de have forsworn the
worl Tor ever, Oh, how, with all Of tho
ron iro of its naughty hoof, !, hi. upl,d
ne to esrih
Listen, lady, and blame me not How
oh, how, from my earliest youth, 1hs,e
fol, was not like those around mo. They
could 70, understand, appreciate. or syn
pa,hize with me. They knew me not
Nv feelings vefc fne, my tastes refined.