Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1853-01-26

While the hopeful and bold, from the commonest
| things,
| The Proudest of monuments reared;
The heroes of life are the men of all time
Who calmly their trial await
Who shrinknotto delve, and who fear not to climb
And know it is NEVER TOO LATE
Written for the ClarkSburg Register.
THE SPY.
MARIE J. TAYLOR.
LcoHcLuDEDl
The sun was now rising over the blue
waves of the ocean, and his bright rays
fell in floods of mellow radiance upon the
crystal raindrops that sparkled amid the
rich foliage of orange and citron groves
the blue mist curled in spiral wreaths
over the bay the bright-winged paroquet
baIed its gorgeous beauties to the morn
ing sun, Hand the linneL trilled it's clear
notes from its leafy home but unmindful
of surrounding delights, her whole soul
occupied with one thought, that of saving
her lover, Adeliza kept on with unabated
speed till the tall rocks that hung over the
bay rose at her feet, and the form of her
preseryer stood before her, in evident
amazement at her sudden and unexpected
appearance.
Thank God, who has directed my
steps aright," she said, as lie eagerly
clasped the hand that she extended to him.
ely, noble Parades fly from this place,
you are betrayed, and even my gratitude
and love cannot save you from an irno-
minious death, though my heart should
be crushed and broken by the consequent
ces."
g DO not fear for me-" he said, as he
marked the start of fear and apprehension.
that passed over her frame. See there,
upon the broad bosom of the water lies
my good ship, the Cape de Verde ; and Il
trusty crew, with swift boat, wait my
descent to the waters edge. | 90, love
ly lady, far away from you, to fight NV
country's battles, and may l take with me
the happy assurance that the Queen of the
South will sometimes think of me with that
anxious solicitude for my welfare which
she has shown this morning 90
The hand that he claspcd, trembled vio-
lently in his, and a pearly tear fell upon
it, as she family murmurred, Remember
you, Parades, alas, l could not, if would
forget you; and often as you shall see the
bright sun gild the eastern heavens, re-
member that Adeliza cambridge still loves
still prays for you"
Beautiful Adeliza, my name, my heart
and fortune lay at your feet. Speak but
the word, and you snail return with me
to the proud capital Of Mexico, as the
bride of Otho la Parades."
may, that cannot be- she said, as the
tearf fell faster from her eyes, 'sI cannot
disobey, or wound the heart of my father,
and my own happiness l will sacrafce up
on the altar of filial duty. Urge me no
further said she, perceiving him about
to speak, &c could not brave fathers
maledictions, even to enter the elysium
you offer; and now, farewell, must re-
turn, for my strength fails me and l can
indure this scene no longer"
'Adieu, then, Miss cambridge, will
press you no further. l require no pro-
mise of your fidelity, but such as your
own heart can truthfully give; l return
to my country, captive to your charms !;
and through all the stirring scenes of war
and strife through which l may pass, nv
heart will ever turn to thee like a faithful
magnet to the polar star. Take this ring,
Adeliza, as a token of my devotion, and
J
vive this war, 1 will see you again" and
pressing her hand to his lips, he rushed
down to the beach, sprang into the boat,
and in a moment was gone.
Had the sun been suddenly blotted from
the midday heavens, creation could not
have appeared more dreary to Adeliza, as
she slowly and sorrowfully pursued her
way home. She heard the quick tones of
the drum, and the shrill blast of the bugle
as the military were called together. The
deep booming of the fortress guns, rolled
in deafening peals along the indented
shore, as the strange vessel bore away to-
ward the ocean but she felt that her To-
yer was safe, for the snowy sails of the
ship that bore him, were spread out in the
breeze like the winge of the carrier dove,
and she shot as lightly over the sparkling
waves as a stormy petrol;
The summer had passed away, the hand
of autumn had slightly tinged the luxu-
rlous foliage with thousand bright and
fantastic colors, and fiocks of emigrating
birds had returned to the South, proving
that the keen blasts of November had left
the groves wherein they were wont to
sport, leafless and bare but still the war
waged in Mexico-still did the papers
TEEN with deeds of heroic valor, unsur-
passed in the annals of history; and each
day did the trembling mother, and anx-
ious father pore over the public rints, in
hopes of hearing some casual intelligence
of that gallant son who had left the pa
rental roof to do battle In defence of his