Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-12-20


Hu, mine may longer bear
The world bows low t. the one wear.
Ave are goingto have company to
dinner, Luis remarked, with a smile
on his h mdsome lip: "You have all
heard me speak of Mr. Melville, the
Aeu,hor of that picture" and he pointed
to the one he had long since sent Lii
lias.. 'Italy has never produced a more
glorious genius; and yetwas the heart
- broken ere its gems were found. lie
has but jus, arrived !; met h:m this
morning on the beach, and invited him
TO make this his home. lie declined,
ha, promised to dine with us to-day.
( Would you TO, like to SIC him, Lii
slias r. r..
Lillias had listened in deep thought.
aud blushed as she looked up to an
swer her husbands question. To hide
her emotion she turned her face away,
and was busily examining the paint
ing alluded to. Luis related its histo-
~. Lord Claremonte listened atten-
,vely. and when he had concluded,
,'-observes!-.
"Me'Tl'le, think you said his name
was" Ere there was a reply. the ser
want u.hered the gentleman in, who
was warmly welcomed by Lns, and
presented to his friends. l.illia, scarce
siy lifted her eyes, for the strangers
gaze rested admiringly upon her,
But when the name Of Clarem onte was
.inentioned, he started, and changed
sculor. But theie was no embarrass.
ment in his manner : all was ease,
grace, aud dignity and something
there was Of proud scorn Luis had new.
ver seen before. But that was soon for.
,Sctten, for conversation commenced,
and when Mr.. Melville was speaking,
nothing else could be thought of bu,
the Turing light that scintilated from
his gifted soul, and the wild unmeas-
ured music of his magic. c.yoice.
lie was plainly yet richly dressed,
his person handsome, and his face pale
and melancholy, and his eyes--not on
the cold, kholow-hearted world had
they seemingly ever rested long but
within, or above. And as Lord Clar-
ence joined in the discourse, the stran-
ger would abruptly cease, and would
gaze ,houghtly upon his face until he
met the noblemans glance directed to
him. a sigh would heave his heart,
and then he would bend his softened
eye OH Lillias. She could not bear
scrutiny, and turned away, and changed
her seat. Mr.. Melville had strangely
sank into silence, when St. Lucas,
with smile, called his attention to the
picture he once received from him.
lie rose to examine it, and carele. sly
scanned il over.
This he. said, in low, sad tone
"is the pictureiof my''Iife---what once
was and that is all the merit the pain,
iny b pasis of. And yet this cannot por
tray agony, which have endured till
my hear; was hardened, ard my mind
almost maniac's. But Heaven sent
HI angel TO soften the one, and sootbc
the other" Suddenly his finger rest
ed on the lines that were pencilled be-
meath the figure oflhat young girl---his
saviour. lie read them over, aud
his first words were, as he looked Wild
ly around, "Great father, who wrote
this" Not a word was answere'.; but
all looked inqniring'y at him and then
perused the lines. These" he con-
tinued, "these wrote and left in that
hermit cell and now, how, how came
they here ?" Luis could not tell--no
one could.
But where was Lila, i, She had
left the apartment. Luis followed her
TO the chamber, and entered. She was
kneelng, with her face concealed in
the dark cushions Of sofa Luis kent
his knee beside her. What is the
matter, dearest" he asked, in alarm,
aud be lifted her head to his shoulder;
her check was wet with tears, but
holy smile rested on her closed lip
The husband forgot his errand thi,her,
and gently requested an explanation
OF all this.
"Nothng, nothing, she wispcred
Il am still a child forgive me---eave
me your friends will miss yon."