The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-09-25
WASHINGTON, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER %, 1851

| Though Richard kept out Of hearing Of the
conversation. he knew what it was, and was 81
Inundated that Aunt Jane should have heard it
that he would fain have crept out Of the world
and though he had been once or twice called t.
supper he delayed to go, but remained on the
porch. apparently watching the clouds that
were driving fieetly up the sky, now observing
the moon and stars, and now leaving their
broad, full light to stream upon the world
A storm of sorrowful passion swept him away
from the GOODNESS and selfshness that were a
part of his nature. and he longed for an oppor.
tunity of doing or saying something kind
something that should prove him not utterly
lost Carlo came close aud rubbed his shaggy
sides against him.
Poor fellowlr said Richard, come in and
will give you some supper
The wind blows up like SNOW don't it 3! y
said Aunt Jane, addressing Richard, as though
unconscious of his thoughts and feelings 81 But
we are waiting supper for YOU so never mind
the clouds
Are you?n said Richard III didn't know
it was ready And taking Carlo by the collar
he followed Aunt Jane into the house. and max.
ing his supper Of dry bread which he held in one
hand, he fed the dog with the other. The table
was luxuriously spread, but he had no appetite
and after going through the formula, he retired
to bis chamber, and drew out from its dusty
closet the old brown hair trunk, and after re-
placing tack or two. and brushing it up to
make il look as respectable as possible, he care
fully wrapped in Republican the sign OF
Dr. Claverel and placed it in the bottom-next
came the violin, and then the various articles
that made up his wardrobe -the trunk was
locked, and seating himself by the window, he
looked at the clouds and thought Of the future
all the long night.
TO BE CONTINUED.
For the National Era.
MIRIAM
BY MISS PHOEBE CAREY.
Sunshine and quiet overhead,
And in tho world abroad,
For all beneath his eye outspread
Rests in the smile of God
And Nature swells her wondrous psalm,
With her great heart-beatsi deep and calm.
There is a solemn pause below,
The harvest work is done,
The flowers that came with summers glow
Are persisted ono by one
And those which deck our autumn wood
Arc scarcely swelling in the bud.
day Of sunshine calm and clear,
The hushed unripped sea,
This sabbath season of the year
All speak to me Of thee
A something in them can trace,
Like the calm beauty Of thy face.
There was time when thou couldst vile r
Ny spirit from its ills
There was beauty in thy smile
Like sunshine on the hills
have not thought, this many day,
How softly on my heart it lay,
Nor do know why thought of mine
Goes back the past to claim;
have not seen face like thine,
No lip has called thy name,
And many weary mile away,
Thou look st upon the world to-day.
wonder il thy thought at times
Turns kindly back TO me
| Back to those old delicious climcs,
And islands ". the sea
Where once we saw an Eden smile,
| Luring us onward all the while.
! IL matters n0t--enougb TO know
That all our dreams were vain
That all thor mingled joy and woe
win never come again;
Enough to know, thou art estrangcd,
And II dare not say unchanged