Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1851-01-10

ner daughter.
.sFrom whence are you y asked Mrs
Potter.
"From the vile shores Of Barbara" 4"
Doubtless you have suffered much cruel
people inhabit those regions.
Much have | suffered was once in
easy circumstances, but alas the elements
have sported with this vacillating frame" !"
Yes, deep are the lines ofhardship which
are marked in thy furrowed cheeks" +"
The wanderer gazed at Mrs. Potter and
wept
Why those tears, inquired Mrs. Potter.
All ! rejoined the tremulous voice ofthe
beggar, I once had daughter, who might
have become what she is now, but since the
third birthday dawned on her cherub form
these eyes have never beheld her.
Come, come, calculated Morane, who
was anxious that the intruder should depart,
let us have your tale of secrecy
1T shall be given to Mrs. Potter alone
That cannot be, muttered Morane.
But have made PROMISE
What of your promise 2
1T is sacred as my life.'
We'll speak and depart, said Morane.
The beggar, who, until now, had been a
supplicant, assumed an attitude of authority
his eye which thus far had been beam
less, kindled into an expression of the most
benign determination.
i have, said he, "a revelation entrusted
me by Capt. Potter himself
At the mention Of this name, all was anx-
iety and attention-in her perturbation the
mother let fall volume of poems which she
held in her hand the daughter grew pale
with solicitude, on hearing the name of her
father.
And sooner than betray my trust, con-
tinued he, this right arm shall perish.
The pathos with which he uttered this,
caused the blood to chill through their veins,
and rush like cataract upon their hearts.
Morane, finding remonstrance was vain,
consented for them to retire.
The man Of want having quieted their
fears, said no harm should befall the lady.
There, said he, as he closed the door,
shave you any knowledge of this. present
ingea gold ring.
Yes answered Mrs Potter, it is the one
my husband wore away, and | would have
given thousands to see it return on the same
hand-but now | am convinced that he is
among the uncounted victims that the feed
monstersBf the deep.
How long since his departure
Fourteen years
Gould you recognise him after so long al
absence?
Most certainly I could. If his feature.
are so changed, just behind the thumb on the
left wrist, his name is inscribed in unfadins
characters that l cannot be deceived
i Read that, as he gave her his Gallon.
hand. The lady was just able to read 'Da
vid Potter and sank exhausted by her agi
tated feelings. The noise of her fall brough
Morane into the apartment, with several 0
the wedding guests who had now arrived
and beheld Mrs. Potter senseless upon tn
foor-supposing some violence had beel
done to her person, they ordered the suppo
sed rufian to leave the house Immediately
In vain did he protest his innocence Fl
, was forcibly dragged out. As soon a
! Mrs. Potter had recovered sufficiently +
! speak 'mercful heaven exclaimed the Ia
/ dy, where is my husband-where is Capt
! Potter? Do | dream or is it realityr TIL
+, woman is mad, said one. Her brain
crazed, cried another. 1t is the wild in
pulse Of a dream continued a third
Captain Potter, who had been dragge
j, from his own house, was called back to th
. scene from which he had been compelled the
reluctantly, to retire. The priest, who b
r this time had arrived, was overjoyed to Sc
his old friend, the Captain. Rejoice sal
he Mrs. Potter, thy husband was dead an
is alive-was lost and is found
], Capt Potter now requested all to be sea
7 ed, that he might make known to them tt
story of his absence. You behold in me IL
! same Capt. Potter, who has been an unwi
q ling exile from his home for IA years. I WI
/ captured by an Algerine pirate ship ne;
= Malta, and compelled to serve those vi
!, horders. Oh! how hard is servitude anon
people whose tenderest mercies are crue
q | was forced to labor at the oar, and Whe
from fatigue I could no longer grasp it, tt
e muscles of my wrist were scared with b
brick until my hands were immoveably cline
ed. | sighed for death to come and remo1
to my insupportable load. A year seemed {
be age, so tardy did the wheels of time mo-
d: along. At length by a treaty with the III
ted States, the Dey of Algiers was require