Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1849-11-22

pen and the pencil were my deares, irlend''
and my dream deepened with every ne"
creation. Deepened yes, to darkness.
wished 10 go TO Italy-wcnt-to Perie"
myself in art. And there | met with II.
bright inspiration that colorcd every pain
ing, and SET in light the hearts high po'sy
IL wa. the ady-but no matter She W,
young English eir, and had accompare
her father there for her health. AMI ho'
good, and pure, and beautiful How coul,
| help bu, love her My affection was re-
turned. A'as, what was ! but penny 'e's
poet and artist
"1'he naughty lord-hr fatLer-s scorned
me. was proud. ! should have been
too proud TO have ever wished tina. delicate
daughter to Stare my poverty. But was
young, and hope whispered that my genius
would supply me with all that life could
eed. We were married. And that too
lovely, loving child was, from that hour,
disowned. My fail, gentle, aAd beautiful
bride Oh, how ! nerved the arm for her,
and how every effort failed. was poor.-
was not distinguished. My works were
unsold, though knar they were more per-
feet than thousands that were laudel to the
heavens. Disappointment folo', cd disap-
poin,inent, ard my heart was almost brok-
en- more on my wife's account than my
oha
complained, but loved me still o my
God, my God, how my heart has been
wrung
81 resolved.to go to America perhars
my ta'en's would be appreciated there
All was thus arranged. Blu, my all was
spent ere arrived on these shores. All p
Cod.-allI No my wife and child sleep
beneath American soil but / know no,
where-I know not where
4" For months and months, deliriIm had
fastened it's fatal hngs upon my fevered
brain. My fair and fragile wife, had i, not
been for me, might have still been living
in her own courtly home. And yet, had
Justice been done my talents and my efforts,
could have supported her. For that
have cursed the world-cu,sed il. Ii may
be wrong. osnno, help it. When re-
covered, I learned how much tho v hole
cost Of my sickness had been, in the lowly
hu, where had been conveyed. | worked
yes, ,poi ked- and obtained the money,
and cancelled the debt. would not owe
the world soorned, and loathsd, and ha-
ted. And with the little had left, pur-
chased materials for painting and writing,
and sough, my home here. And sometimes
have conIescendsd to purchase bread, bul
not often. My food has principally been
birds, which my own hand hath brought
down with gun bought for that purpose.
and fish, and fruirs, andsnuts, and berries.
Thus have lived. The world and I have
parted company for ever. despiso it, and
i, has long, long since forgotten me.
but come-look into my room," and =
half scornful smile cured his white lip as
nc stepped aside, and drew away from the
trees and bushes a tall, fat stone, and
pushing The vines aside, went on This
is my bome-I have no other," and he
stepped into the cave.
Lllias mechanically followed, In one
corner was pile OF dried leaves and grass,
that served for bed. And on the rude,
rocky shelves, lay pictures, paintings, and
piles of papers. l. Has sank down on the
rough s,eps, unable to support herself and
the asceiic said -
.'For years this has been my home
Here have cursed the hours OF my exis-
tcnce. Blackness has presided over it,
Wre,chcd-wre,ched being that am -
Why have no, committed suicide, do no,
know"
Lillias, for tho frs, time since he com.
menccd his recital, spoke, and involun,arily
said -
''Can i, be possible that you, sir, have
hidden your talents thus-here on the earth,
Should you no, rather have put them to the
exchar gers, tha, when the Lord come,h, he
could have received his own with usury p
And the maiden was astonShed at her own
heart-w Words.
The dark eve Of the other kndled. "And
what could do ?" he exclaimed, almost
fcrcey. "Trod upon, trampled, crushed.
The world hath flung me away. Oh, how
would have worked and ,oiled, and s,riven,
and loved But it might not be. was
scorncd, despised, rejected, flung aside
And now my naughty pride has led me
10 scorn them in return and do, from my
very heart
Rather" returned The maiden, gently.
"ra,her pity its weakness, and have charity
for its unkindness. Her companion look
ed fxedly upon her, and she went on.-
Pardon me, sir, but are not you, with
your splendh talents and godike gifts, a.
weak, as imperfect as the world you so Bit
terly condemn Cast first the beam from
thine own eye, then you will, at least, see
your own errors Have you not, too, been
mos, selfsh2 Here you have retired to
lranI und,e,u.koJ o,ox ,oux a.