Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-15
TUESDAY, Nor. l3.
From he Lady's Book.
TIE LILY OF NEWPORT.
cOHTIfuED
CHAPTER I.
BY LILLE LII BRRs

Uf those TO whom once was dear
or those whose memory would revere
am listening, mother, with waiting ear
MoTnER, am now fifteen, and can you
no, trust ine with my own history! Oh,
how have ever longed to know but on
,ha, subjec, you have been almos. silent
know that you are not my mother, but
kind and good you have been to me. Rose
ha. been as sister, Mr.. St. Lucas as
father, and-and'---
And Luis as a brother" Mrs. St.
Lucas finish, cd the sentence for her. ayes,
Lillias, you are 'one Of u,-we all feel II so
that you are as dear, as near, as afy on
which we have layished our love-"
"Thank you, mother" and the flush
that stole over that young brow iaded.-
"~had ye, my heart yearns 10 know OF my
parentage, and why was thrown helpless
ly upon your mercy and affection" and the
gentle cir. bent her large, mysterious eyes
on the brilliant blacele, that lay uron Ih,
barred arm, white as chiselej store.
The bracele, was fastened by dlamcnd
clasp. Ii was formed Of the purest pearls,
Initiating the myrtle vnc-,he emblem Of
love--,he device and motto OF somo illus
trlous house and among the pearls, with
fla hing gems, WAS wrought the name of
"Clare."
"This, | know, has history" the mai
Jon rcsumed in tone OF subdued sadness :;
''hut perhaps, of sorrow. Say, mother.
that may hear il, even if'-and she shud-
dered-"even if il be of shame"
IL trust not that" answered Mira. St.
I.uca>, ,enderly "ihough can throw but
little ligb, on the subject of hich you are
so anxious 10 learn. Blu, all that | know
you shall hear.
IL, was many many years ago, when,
with all The comforts and 'essngs tina, lux
ury could afTirt, sat with my husband in
this very apartment. with my two children
Eu'htieu w NY siuc, HS''Hi"6 w 'hS WI"
tempest that ragged without, which made
h"me, and friends, end happiness seem still
more dear, when servant ent red the
room, saying that he heard something fall
on the street door-steps, and a moan ol
st fed anguish; and rem rked, that it might
be some traveller who had lost his way in
the darkness. My husband flung aside his
pap rs aud has,ened out. laid Rose into
the ms Of the nurse, AID. with Luis ing
ing TO my hand, immediately followed. A
woman, pale, emacia,ed, and half fainting,
lay on the steps. She was ,hinly and
choply cid, and pressed 10 he, heart an
rfant Of year old.
"ME. ST. Lucas took her cold hand in
his, and begged leave to assist her into the
house. She lied her large, dark eyes
wild'y, and attempted TO rise, saying, as she
drew from her dress that brace!et-and oh,
e,cw hollow and full sf agony were her
zones -
Will you pcese give me bread and med
.'inc for this Oh, have tried, and tried
id but no matter will you take it, and
give me bread have q sick'--and ere
the sen,cnce was said, she feA heavily upon
the arm extended for her support. Luis
had drawn the frai and delicate child from
her relaxed grasp, and, with a kiss on its
slumberi eyes, borne it to the arlu:,
where, as soon as possible, we conveyed
tho dying mother.
"A physician was calIed but, ere he
arrived, she opened her dea,h-duIel eyes,
and whispered " My husband and my
child God save ihQm!-God bless ihemn
and closed them for ever.
+" She was young very young-and
there were traces Of peculiar and remarka-
bIe bcauiy-she was sin most beautiful
faded as were the form and face. Death
had not changed her.
'All We could ascertain Of her history
was, tha, a ooman, answering the descrip.
iion given, had come to Newpor, in ves-
sci from Liverpool. Other than this we
cou'd never learn.
"On some portion OF The chid's dross was
wrought Li,lias'-nothing more. And
now, my dear child, have told you all
And you are ours by every strong, and
sweet, and lasting tie Aad we bless God
fur tie s.ft,"
The mailon raised her We, face from her
quIycring hands aud sobbed.
" And God will tless you all for your
m7ny ministries Of mercy" and, half calm
ing her agitation. added But my moth
er's g'ave-whcrc is that May ! not
zee it may not 60 to it now :"
" Yes, my Child there is a nameless
grave in yondc, churchyard-you have seen
it onen. have watched you as you stop
ped TO 20 look at il. and pluck the weeds
from among the flowers tina, have grown oil
over it, fencing it round with perfume and
bloom and ! have seen you trail the wild
vines around the ligbtuelIis here, and push
aside the rich, d'ooping firing of the weep
ing willow, tha, its changing shadows only
might test upon that grave. And vet you