The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1850-02-21

The family at the Isle Of Rays was up at tn
first dawn--or rather, at the earliest hour, fo
day could scarcely be said to dawn on that 22d o
February. Apollo Belviiere, fit herald of thu
bridal morn, raped at his young masters door a
four o'clock.
"How is the weather, Apollo Tit was cloudine
up last night before went to bed how is it thi,
morning2n inquired Louis Stuart G ordon jump
ing out of bed ; and, opening the door, Apollo en-.
tered, set down the wax taper aud hot water and
lifting up both his hands, exclaimed
Bress de Lor, Massa, de wedder do seem to b.
tryin of nselfo
At the Crags, George and Hannah had arisen
ut an early hour Anna had left her humble col
in small room within that Of Susan Somerville
and passing to the bed side Of the latter had wills
perrd softly
Oft is time to rise, Miss Susan, If you are going
to Mont Crystal to-day but the weather is dread
full furious wind, with driving sleet Of snow
and hail and the roads impassable; the very
landmarks lost in the driftcd and still drifting
snowp
al will eo.p said Susan, leaving her couch.
ayes, will go,n thought Susan, as she perform
ed her simple toilet "The ferceness of this
storm IL shall like it, methinks. Certainly,
shall not feel Ill Yes, will 20. II do not,
Louis may suspect the extent of my credulity and
folly, and his kind heart will be panied. will
gop
She went, but who could compute the trials OF
that young heart, when, to save her friend from
the mere possibility Of uneasiness she declined to
avail hersefo of the chance Of escape, and resoute-
ly determined to be present at the marriage Of
Louis, the funeral Of her own hopes.
II was on the stroke Of FIVE o'clock in the morn
ing, when Kate Jumper entered her mistress's
stately bed-chamber, and, drawing aside the cur
tains, said
ooh, madam, what day!n
as IL raining, then, Kate,r inquired the lady,
who. through the closed blinds, and closely cur
tanned windows, and heavily draped alcove in
which stood her bed, could not hear the tempest
at has been storming, madam; IL has been
storming all night; seet and snow driven by a
b;oh wind the ground Is covered you cannot
see the tops of the fences snd the tempest Is still
raging fercely; the roads, | am sure, must be i'm
nassableD said the mulat.o, (who, from constant
association with the family, spoke better English
than most Of her race) and she laid the velvet
slippers of her mistress ready for her to rise.
Mrs. Armstrong, rising, drew on her wadded
dressing gown, and, going TO the window, and
drawing aside the curtains, and throwing open
the shutters, looked out with dismoy.
Reused from her light slumbers by the sudden
blast Of the storm against the windows, Louise
stsrted from her couch, and, nervous and super.
stitious Ms she WAS shook with terror nj snch sn
awakening on her bridal morn She slipped from
her bed, and went and stood by her mothers side
With something like tenderness for the child
that had just passed the last nigh! she ever would
pass In her mothers chamber, Mrs. Armstrong
put her arm around her daughters waist, and
divining her thoughts, said
at may clear away before evening, Louise
nay, II must clear away before noon II has been