Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1850-08-30

, llown in terror from their posts. oihc-s were
dying and many burying the dead In the
meanwhile one fillieh part of the whole popu.
lation perished weekly. Unparalleled, mortal.
+ itv.
Long was the combat between the two dread
contagious, AT length victory perched upon
the bloody banner Of the cholera. 1t was deci.
oeu TO DC The most powerful; the yellow fever
abated.
And yet still that high white forehead, those
sad brllllants of blue eyes, shone on that wan.
derIng way-through the rebuking lanes, bv
me beds OF death, near the Grape shro uded cof-
ms, and around those holes in the swamps
where the poor were buried naked for he
had received certain intelligence of the sweet
| pale lace from an old woman to whom she
had told the story of his robbery. She had
been in the city but month previous. But
where was she pow He would find out, or
leave his bones in the great swamp grave.
yard!
One hot, dusty noon, he was toiling along the
Rue Lcvee, then crowded with bearses. He
turned his head easily, and the old cathedral
with its four grand towers arrested his attention.
One of those whimsical impulses which some
times come without cause, prompted him 10
enter. A deep feeling of soemni'y settled on
MS soul, when standing within the immense
and massive fabric. The tapers burning their
dim religious light, the dead reposing under the
stone pavement beneath. The pale uneartbly
countenances of the saints looked down on him
from their inches while the roll of hearse
wheels, and laundering death carts reached his
earonly in confused and gentle whispers.
a kneeling figure arose from the floor. As
she adjusted her veil, the youth caught n
glimpse Of her features.
1t is she ! he cried in transports of en,husi.
asm, and the thundrrs of thousand echoes
from vaullet dome answered 'it is She.
lie sprang to cast himself at the maiden's
iect; but ere he had taken three steps, his
,''nIs lost the power of motion. His face grew
haggard with lis expression Of intense suiF,-.
ing. a the fire of a volcano seemed concen.
trated in his burning brain. His eyes revolved
in their orbits with glaring vivacty. Yellow |
lsh, ,streaks overspread his features in a moment.
as II dashed there by coarse brush dipped in
gall. Sharp pangs trembled in his marrow.
His blood throbbed like lightning, as hot and
quick IN every bursting vein, and then whir- !
wind of the widest delirium wrapped his soul in
dreams of fire
1t is he shreked the girl, recognizing
him. 1t is he and oh mother Of Jesus -
the ye}low fererr
When the young man gained the hight of ra-
'ional consciousness, he was stretched on
pailet OF straw IN small room. lie raised his
blue eyes bright as ever, although his frame
was t.Iat of skeleton and he saw face of
exceeding beauty bending over him and we,
with tears 1t was the sweet pale face'
Thou hast saved me twice he murmured
in scarcely audible whisper. lie said the
truth She had watched over him with the ten
lerness of sister. during many days and
nights while his spirit hnvnred ho,wiyt lifs and
IL III.
When the youth was convalcscert, the two
we're welded by the old man with the dark lu-
n'nons eye-the Bishop of New Orleans.
The young lawyer must have been insane j.:
or not even gratitude could induce a rationai
mind to marry with Srci an one
Hear the out, reader-I have but another
word. The young girl was not fallen as the
grateful man supposed. She was poor sewer.
md like many ofher class, had kept that souls
ewe-her purity-amdst rags and wrcched-
less, while many, many who would have
hrunk from the touch Of her worn fingers.
we're losing theirs beneath heaps of shining
'eaFIs and drapery gorgeous as the rainbow,
And to-day the white forehead graces the SUI
'reme bench OF western State, and the sweet
ale face and serenely dark eyes. light one of
he happlest scenes out Of heaven-the hearth |
Gene of love-illuminated home And thus to
ternIty, now and then doth some kind angel in
ert a golden leaf of true romance in the cold
ron book of human life