Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1852-04-16

had ii not been for the soft rose.hue which
shone on her cheek, and blushed in her
full rich lips, it would have been hard to
tell whether life, its blight and sin, had
ever throbbed within that form Of match
less beauty; for, she rested so still and
motlonless, that Miriam, the bondwoman,
who had been standing with her arms
folded sadly on her bosom, gazing intently
and lovingly on the noble Iady's gentle
beauty, knelt at her feet, and laid her
hand softly and gently on the listless arm
of Tiara.
lila how long Miriam hast thou been
there Why dost thou kneel as a slave
| Shame on thee, fair maiden thou art no
slave, for OF truth love thee most kindly =
nm slave, dear lady and kind -
aye, verify, bond slave, and vilely fet-
tered
Bitterness is on thy tongue, maiden,
or thou wouldst not revile those who have
kindly treated thee =
Nay-nay-dearl lady = said the GIRL
ImPatentiy-'l meant not that Life is
The master who holdeth me in bondage.
This world is barren spotto me-a wild,
barren spot. None to lOvc-parents-
brothers--sisters'- --murmured she, droop-
ing her head on her hand, and speaking
rapidly but indistncllv.
Poor maiden = said Ziara, thou shalt
return to thy sunny islands, where the
blue waters glimmer forever--and where the
sun leapeIh--where the palms wave their
cool shadows over the bright waves, and
where the rose and the lily grow by the
side of the clear Fountain
Miriam had raised her head as the lady
spoke OF the beauties OF her native isle
and d glow passed over her white cheeks
such glow as the sun doth cast on the
pale lilies when he blusheth through the
roses of Heaven but it faded away as
quickly, and left once more the twilight of
sorrow on the stricken naiden's brow
and she pressed her hands closely over
her heart, and exclaimed
Lady. lady it is no longer a sunny
isle, tell thee | would not 90 there
for all the gold which shines OH the altars
Of thy Temple =
And why not 60 to the home of thy
fathers, Miriam p
There are grayes--grayes, lady! meath
the palms, and there is u ruined home,
bloody he@r,h and broken aItar-armed
men rushed down from the mountain like
mighty whirIwlnd, and roared around
our dwelling; and when they passed
away they leit ruin and graves =
And did oil thy kin fall beneath the
slayer's sword p
All--all lady save the stripling Or
neZ, and myself. Ue were on the hills
with our fathers focks; and when, at
night fall we skipped along with the young
lambs 10 the fold, 10 what was there >
ruin--graves--and the darkness of death
II wept not. could not weep--the
fountain of tears was dried at lis source
by the hot breath of vengeance---the
young, glad heart, was scared, and the
glow Of JOY eyerIasingly stilled, and am
here alOne--alOne--se -seared--blasted and
broken.
Not salone, Miriam, said the lady
Ziara, wiping the warm tears from her
checks. | am with thee, and tell thee
once again love thee well. But thy
young brother !--dost thou know him not
among the living tell me of him Mi /.
ram, thy fair young brother
Il wiH tell thee, lady, if it doth not .
crush my heart. The ripening beauty of .
seventeen summers bloomed in his cheeks,
and every succeeding sun had lent Il ray
of light to his dark blue eyes. Graceful !
as young palm, and beautiful as the first |
dawnlng OF summer was Ornez. ez.--Float- |
ing i'll our little vessel over the waves,
among our bright islands ; gathering in the ,
vintage on the hill side with our focks
or around our home, he was still the same
joyous, light-hearted boy. Lady if the
murder of our kin seared my heart it broke
his, and planted there all evil spirit, for he
swore by all that is forbidden, that all men
should alike share his fate, and if he
could not take the lives of unjust men, he
would slay the Priests of the altars. He
left me, and then | saw him no more
aud my life was as dark tumultuous
vision. knew not when or where |
wandered, And this sleep of madness
rested on me days, nights, weeks, aye
and when awoke | was lying
ON gilded couch, with sweet gums burn
ing around me, and silken draperles and
golden lringes were hanging over me !; and
| heard those around me say was III the
dwelling of Joseph, rich counsellor of
Aramathea. But cared not, though they
whispered | had been brought there in
ship, and sold for slave. Thou knowest
how thy father did let me go away to
Bethania, and tarry until thou didst ask
for serving woman for thy dwelling in
Jerusalem, and how | came hither, and
did find favor in thy eyes.
But tell me, Miriam, where is thy
brother OrneZ 2