Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-04-11

were possible, now inform you. Start
not, bird Of beauty, YOU can not now es-
cape me. Loudon foiled me once, but ,
he loved you. and he dared TO confess :
that love to me-he will not waken from ]
his cold sleep to protect you, and the
dark waters reveal no secrets. You kept
close after his treacherous warning, and
| was obliged to inform you of my own
demise that you might once more have
the benefit Of air and exercise. My STRAIT
agem has succeeded beyond my most
sanguine hopes. joined the hunters
yesterday morning with the determine
tion of carrying back beautiful dove,
and have taken her. My steed stands
at the entrance of the valley. he is strong
and will not heed the additional weight
Of your light form--yes, sweet lady, fate
no longer mocks me, you are mine, and
ST. Auburn bent over her till his bot,
painting breath swep along her marble
cheek oh! GIendora he murmureo
hoarsely, looking into her eyes with a
basilisk gaze, an expression OF love and
hate strangely and most fearfully blen-
ded-'beautiful, beautiful demon, why
do you tempt me thus1 Why did you
+ scorn my love, why defy my vengeance,
, why so cruelty transform the worshiper
) into the destroyer? Yet, so il must be,
, | have sworn it on my mothers corpse
! mine, mine only,' and he bowed to fold
p her in his fierce embrace, not my bride,
r It's true. but you shall be-
! Your sister mot your slave! shreh-
II ed Glendora wildly, and snatching the
: poignard from her belt, she drove it up
h 10 the hilt in her own white bosom.
y 'Ha fiends. you told her thenr gasp
J. ed ST. Auburn, recoiliug. yet receiving
d her reeling figure in his arms. God Of
s Heaven, she dies 7
lie Quickly he bore her to the grassy
'r mound, drew the serpent dagger
# from her heart, aid gazed long upon the
le pale brow and violet eyes, over which
Ie the damps of death were fast gathering
Ie Forgive me, oh God! Glendora, say
* but once that you forgive me ! shrleked
Id ST. Auburn in his agony.
IN But Ora could not hea- him--she fol.
m ded her delicate hands gently over heI
e. blood stained bosom-the long lashe'
a sunk on the starry night Of her blue eyes
re she murmured softly Mother !'-anc
ck then. as weary innocence would nestle
n down 20 rest upon its parent-5reast. he
$. brautiful head dropped low upon th'
~ heart Of her brother and her murderer
n and she sunk TO her last and dreamles
a slumber.
d. The sun had descended, and twiligh
ly gathered darkly over the ravine. S: Au
w burn must be gone. Gently laying III
eI lifeless maiden upon the soft grass Of tn
ui mound, he murnured-'Alas, my moth
to er though art terribly avengedF The
Die kneeIing by the cold remains-Fare
w well. Gendora-my hearts deep pulse
r, my life's young bloom-my one swee
ed thought, my e-bride--siSter--' TIL
en- remainder of the sentence was inaudible
lat as be wildly pressed TO his bosom a forr
zee of senseless marble, and poured thou
ch- sand burning kisses over brow and bosor
"n Of beautiful clay.
ns They buried her where they found ht
va va sleeping, on the mossy mound at the fot
'ol ~. Of the sighing pine. 1t was the third al
~ y. vent Of that day to her so fatal, and ii
vi third night she had sunk to strange ar
fearful sumber. On the first, tn fros
u gems fell over her in a brilliant but chill
'n .t mantle---on the second, the early su
-" light played around her like blessing.
'hs on the third and last, the dews of Il
sue morning mingled with the death-dan
=, on her cold, white brow, and she sic
i'A'' to wake no more. 1t was very mournl
to behold that lovely face so perfect
its angelic repose, to see the long b;
'"e n mingling with the green spires of :
IL grassy pillow, and the snowy fingers fol
~ ed softly over the still and blood-stain
o" bosom, and to know that she had p
NV" ished the guileless victim of anothe
sut w. crime. 1t would steal from sin its b
g" terest part, could ITS retrbution rest
o1 ~" ly With the transgressor, but how doul
e'eu terrible is error when its punshm,
"0'' falls also upon the innocent and pure
when one hour of guilt, one moment
- 80 degrading crime, may cast its lengther
7nJ' NJ. shadow over many life-dreams of
- IL good and beautiful, or doom to mis-
NJ NJ worse than death, the guiltless and
,ar loved.
nard When next the summer time was
ming. young stranger rested on
isen- grassy mound in death. His cold rh
hiIt lay pillowed upon 'Ora's grave, and
bright hair in gled with the violet lea
use that glew above her bosom. A t
same rose-tree, full of sweet, pale blosso
IS are ~hlcn seemed 10 grow Paier as Inc $
nued ing WIND swept over them, wa
.rous mournfully over the hxed features oil
5 the deal. IL had been severed al the
and | BY small dagger, which was now bu
o not in bis breast, while through the bl
ndora STAINS on its serpent headed hiIt app