The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-05-31
which hath been SO much his nightly solace
Eli what say'st thou2" .'

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En-! what say'st thou2"
The person addressed recoiled as if from the
tongue of the viper. She was silent, unless the
thought which moved her lips, but did not es.
cape in words, might be construed into speech.
"At all eveEts it is but death-but death,
after all He h th weapons, and the sea rolls
at his feet He hath but to will, and his exile
ends in 3 momentE
We shorten scene which was only too pain.
fullv protracted The victim was hurried to
the boat. His feet pressed the lonely islet of
which he was mockingly declared the Prince.
He stood erect, but not in the consciousness
of sway. Hi, eyes were fixed upon the vessel
from which he was torn. and in which he saw
nothing but the couatry, the friends, the famil-
liar faces, from which he was forever sundered.
He was unconscious Of the mocking perform
ance, when Juan de Sylvia hung the guitar about
his neck TIE awkward appendage was no
burden to him at such a moment The faces
of those who had placed him upon the sands
were turned away. The sound of their part
ing voices had died away upon his ears. The
boat was pushed from the shore-yet he still
stood, with stare of vacant misery in his as
pect, upon the spot where they had placed him.
Long after the Prov of the boat had been turn
ed for the ship, he could be seen in the place,
with the ludicrous decoration upon his breast,
while, with still uplifted hands, he seemed to
implore the sympathy of his comrades and the
mercy of his tyrant. But of neither was he
vouchsaied any proofs. Mercy was none.
sympathy was powerless to save. Even she!
But of her he dared not think! She had been
his fate; and though, in his soul, he dare not
blame her, yet when she rose to recollection,
it was always to provoke a sentiment of bitter.
ness which nobler spirit never could have felt.
He saw the boat rejoin the vessel. He saw
once more her broad sails spread forth to catch
the breeze Gradually, they lessened beneath
his gaze. The world which held his soul and
his hope, grew smaller and smaller, contracting
to speck, which at length, faded utterly away
in the dceping haze which girdlcd the horizon.
Then, when his eyes failed any longer to delude
him with hope, did he tall PROSTATE upon the
sands, in swooning condition, which, for the
time, wholly and happiy oblterated the ter
rible sense Of his desolatiop,
1t will not be difficult with many persons, to
comprehend how condition of utter solitude
should not necessarily produce sense OF pain.
TO the man of great mental resources, and of a
habit contemplative and thoughtful, such a con-
dition would be apt rather to suggest ideas OF
complete security and repose, which would be
friendly to the enjoyment of a favorite ndul.
gence To spirits whom the world has soured
whom the greedy stritcs of men have offend.
ei,-lnen of nice sensibilities and jealous al
fections, whose friendships have proved false,
and wounded -as SO many deceitful reeds
which have broken and pierced their sides to
the heart Of doep and earnest passions robbed
of those upon whom all the hearts affections
have been set - these, all, might rejoice in in
abode from which the trying services, and vex.
ing necessities, and disquieting obtrusions, of
social life, were shut out and excluded forever.
But Lopez de Levya was not one OF these
He was young, and handsome, and hopeful, and
this was his first trout e. The world still loomed
out before his vision, the gay and songful para
disc which youthful fancics describe it STILL
There were warm passions and eager sympa-
thies in his soul still to be gratiiied; and though
we may not regard him as Il person to whom
affections of any kind were very necessary, Jet
had he bosom filled with those which grow
from an intense appetite for praise-whch
could have their qualification only in world of
beings like himself 1t would be impossible to
describe the utter desolation which possessed
the bosom of the unhappy wretch when he did
finally awaken to realize the fact that he was
left afone--uttcrly abandoned by his comrades,
upon an obscure slet of the Caribbean Sea!
1t was long time, indc,r', before he could ut
terly conceive his own :tuation-a long time
before he could persuaue himself that the stub.
born and .unrelenting spirit of Velasquez had
absolutely resolved that such should be his
doom. For hours until the midnight came
with its sad and dropping stars, looking down
nniournfully upon the pillows of the ever-chiding
ocean until the daylight dawned, and the
red sun, rushing up from the eastern waters,
rose angry and fiery, and blazing down upon
the little iset with the fiery glance of destroy
ing despot ;--for the first dreary interval, from
sun to sun,--he still cherished the hope that
this was but trial of his strength cruel
experiment upon his youth and courage e;-and,
recovering from the first feelings OF consterna.
ton, when, at sunset, the dusky white sails OF
the vessel finally disappeared froA sight, the
unhappy wretch still Hattered himself that, with
the morning, he should hail her outline once
more upon his horizon, and catch the glitter OF
her foaming Prov coming to lls rescue: And
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