Eastern times., 1851-05-01
VOL. v.

part way oPeh, anu leanlng On ohe vi tiic
slightly elevated posts, was the most beautiful
girl imaginable. Her attitude and expression
were those of expectation, and you might have
seen at a glance, that she was becoming anX-
ious, If not impatient; for she began to lift
her little foot, and let it fall again very often,
and sometimes she would stand on tiptoe, and
look down the road as far as she could look
and then she would sink her head on her white
hand, as it rested on the gate, and sigh, per-
haps, as she murmured to herself, Ill not
forgive him = But when she thought that he
might not have it in his power to meet the ap-
pointment, she sighed again, and whispered
poor Frank, how unhappy he must be- And
then she would toss her flowing ringlets be-
hind her, and advance little way into the
road, but when the rustliug branches above
her would move, she flew quickly back, like a
timid fawn, and stood painting at the bare idea
Of her temerity.
''Tis he It's he q at last she exclaims, aud
springing out into the road with the light
swifiness of a mountain deer, as a manly fig-
ure issues from the wood, at The end Of the
lane, and now perfectly fearless, strange to
say, she flies along the green sward, and never
pauses till clasped in the arms of him 50 long
expected.
why, Amy, love- said the youth, smil-
ing, as he softly kissed the white brow that
was turned upward to the full moon, how you
tremble'
/ was so afraid, Frank she replied slowly
as she nestled her face in his bosom.
Afraid pray, of whatp said Frank, good
humoredly.
Il don't know she replied, 4 am such a
coward
Amy ! said the youth, in tones that made
the fair girl start, the time may be near when
you will have need for every energy that should
spring from fearless heart, conscious of its
own innocence
Il will try TO do better, Frank she said,
but it is only when you are absent that | am
afraid. | fear nothing now = and her delicate
fingers crept into the closed hand of the youth.
as if for shelter. Frank smiled at the artless
display of confidence, and gently twining his
arm round her slender waist, he led her towards
the cottage.
'On every side, Amy said the youth, as
they walked leisurely along, the English hold
ground. Day after day they add insult to in
sult-and it was but yesterday that one oftheir
brutal officers offered insult 10 an American
lady, in broad day, and in the open street.
Is it possible!' cried the startled Amy,
nesting more closely to the side of the youth
full patriot.
1t is Amy-but the insult will be avenged
The spirit of the American is like their native
oak-they may be broken down by force, but
they will never bend 1t were well for thee,
Amy, not to leave the cottage unattended
the degrading passions of those vilanous in-
vaders admit of no bound and did they harm
thee, my fair ONE
Nay, Frank interrupted Amy, 4 never
did them HARM
MY poor innocent! exclaimed the youth,
'how little art thou versed in this wicked
world! Aye! but they would harm thee,
Amy, and that beyond a reparation. Thou
wilt promise me not TO leave the cottagel'
Yes, willingly, she answered
1t is well, for it may result in thy future
happiness. And now, when at night thou dost
bend in prayer, forget not tiny suffering, goad-
ed country Though we are now oppressed,
the flame of liberty is but smouldering, and
when it doth burst, woe TO our enemies
With weapons forged from the ignominious
chains of our bondage, We will do deeds, SO
desperate in their extremity, as will make our
that, for after generations, shall be the ireside
talk, the fear of the tyrant, and cynosure of the
oppressed. Go, then, Amy, and forget not
thy country
And thee . said the beautiful girl, looking
up into his face.
The young patriot caught the blushing crea-
ture to his heart, and his full, expressive eyes
beamed with unutterable tenderness and devo-
ton.
YES said he, Il, too, would have place in
thy nightly orisons-for the breathings of thy
pure heart will be waited by beings typical OF
thyself, to the throne of the all munifcent Be-
| ing and there find favor
Dear Frank
But let thy first whispering ascend for thy
native land-for there rolls the fate that will
control thy future destiny-to live mid the
blest retreat of freedoms favorite soil, or drag
miserable existence to bondmans grave
1t is no visionary dream-no false god that we
have raised, for which is sacrificed the blood
Of mariyred thousands. No, thank Heaven !,
it is no such grovelling incentive, that actuates
the first feeling Of our natnre-but the boon is
our great Authors gifi-a gift that sprung
with redeemed world from its<yast chaos-a
eff that bids man be free-free as the wind
that sweeps yon sparkling stream-no master
but his God =
Frank
Pardon me. Amy-but the sweet nursing
ciings with such a tenacity TO my heart-strings,
that for life. cannot drown its trumpet-voice.
viii do anything that you wish, Frank,
said Amy. as they paused in front of her cot
tage home; but how could you be SO cruel as
to stay SO long, when you knew was wait
ing! and her sweet lips formed themselves in
the prettiest tiny Pout. as she turned her head