New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-11-29

tower and dome, rising in the midst Of myrtle
groves and tufted orange trees, burst upon their
admiring eyes, They felt as if destined to
sbestow the only blessing denied to the happy
soil, and their hearts beat high with plous exul-
tation Chandara, the still beautiful Georgian,
rushed into the embrace Of her SON. put colby
received his fair companion. Osmyn's dream OF
bliss was disturbed by the painful discovery,
that his mother, whom he had fondly hoped
would aid him in his endeavors, was unworthy
of his confidence. Ibrahim had been murdered,
and the guilt of this outrage was fastened on the
proud Sultana. The necessity of assembling
his feelings, and of outwardly conforming to a
religion which he held in detestation, was irk-
some to him; yet, aware that it was only by
observing the utmost caution that he could ever
hope to succeed in his designs, he submitted to
many painful duties Still his evident depar
ture from long estab lished customs gave offence.
Murmurs and whispers of discomfort reached
the ear of Chandara she saw her son tottering
on throne which she had secured for him by
the commission of deadly crime To the influ-
ence of Jacqueline she attributed his estrange-
ment from Oriental manners, and her fate was
instantly decided.
Inhabiting o superb suite of apartments,
where the fervid heat of the climate was cooled
by the fresh breeze from the river, admitted
T through shades kept constantly dripping with
rose-w water; surrounded by pomp and splendor.
and her every wish anticipated, Jacqueline Ian
guished and dropped. Imagining that the gush-
ing fragrance of those clustering flowers whose
perfume she loved to inhale, might have formed
.deleterious atmosphere to one so delicate, the
helotropes, the Persian liacs and hyacinths. to-
gether with all the breathing sweets Of bloom
ing myriads, were withdrawn, and scentless
blossoms alone permitted to deck her chamber.
But the precaution was vain. The resplend-
emit light Of the day now became too powerful
for her weak frame and soft twilight was shed,
during the blazing hours Of meridian heat,
through the still open lattices. Osmyn, half
distracted by his fears, hung in speechless agony
over the silken couch wherein the pale and
wasted form of his beloved reclined No en-
treaties could lure him from the spot; and the
stern Chandara, perceiving that the means she
employed worked too slowly for her purpose,
increased the deadly draught; and, devoured by
an Unsuitable thirst, the lovely victim eagerly
drained the poisoned chalice. Even by the faint
uncertain light, whichrendered every surround
ing object dim and indistinct, Osmyn saw the
lilly fairness of that angelic eountenance, which
he watched with such fond solicitude, change to
a livid hue. Jacquelne lay a corse before him
The frightful truth struck upon his soul he
knew that she was murdered, and by whom.
He called vehemently for lights; but, ere the
attentive slaves had yielded their prompt ODE
dience, he was stretched in happy oblivion on
the floor; and, before he had recovered to q
sense of his wretchedness, the lifeless form of
Jacqueline was hurried to the grave. Osmyn
awoke to fruitless rage, to hopeless misery.
Breathing vengeance, he resolved upon the sac
rifce of the cruel destroyer of his happiness;
but the bitter reflection, that his powerless arm
might destroy the living, but could not restore
the dead, changed the fierceness Of his anger
into gloomy despair. Spurning his mother from
his presence, he demanded to be left alone.
Many hours elapsed ere the chief officers of the
household dared to invade his retirement; but
when, at length, they burst the door of his
chamber, they found it untenanted. Osmyn
had resigned the crown-had fed the throne.
No trace of him could be discovered; until, at
the expiration of twenty years, on the dead
body of a grey-headed hermit, who died in his
cell upon Mount Caucasus, was found the sgnet
ring Of the Sultan.