Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1853-03-02

serapb's through her golden hair, and asked |
her father if he did not know she was the
dear Saviour; then the impulse faded as
soon as spoken, and she turned to her glass
again to resume her occupation.
: The winds have gwen me carpet, faith
err she said, pointingIto few leaves that
had blown in upon the rocky floor. | am
a willing I am myself, and yet not myself.
have lived two lives: one was merry,
happy life, when l never thought an evil
thing, when lived and was beloved; the
other, when erept in dark corners and hid
my face when dreadful vision, with fiery
eyes, came and laid these burning Goals up
on r1y brain, and told me existed only by
her favor, and so her malice might be pour
ledont upon me- "a a!n in q strange tumult
often canps 5Fess through sthe thick
clouds that fold about me and then again
they are all lighted up with stars, and feel
an impulse to sing sweet music; and then
the stars melt slowly, slowly, and nothing re-
mains out two glaring, steadfast eyes, with
seven little hateful letters written on them
[ am angry then, and if could I would tear
them from their sockets; but my hands pass
through them. think they must be bad
spirits, but but why should they haunt me
1 Father = she exclaimed with low, musical
laugh, springing towards him.
what, my darling /?
Why only that l am happy sometimes
and as light, as light as a bird. I want
wings-I long for wings-and there is a
good angel comes to me then and lends me
wings. think it must be my mother, she
muttered to herself, twisting the ring, the
pledge of her betrothal, round her finger.
Yes, I think it must be my mother. l
know she was here one day, and sung me a
sweet song, and told me when | was little
bst ssAs came from heaven and sang it to
me-for I was pure and good then. But
she intruded' "a sudden fury convulsed her
features the dark woman came, and told
my mother what was. 0 how nournful,
how cruel, to tell my angel mother, and send
her back to heaven, weeping for her lost
child. Since then,' she sobbed, she has
not been to see me again. The dark fend
+ drove her from me-
E Judge Stanton turned away to conceal hi;
own emotions 1t was the first time poo
:, Grace had alluded 10 his dead wife.
Rosa was weeping silently, hidden by her
> veil. She could control herself no longer
: but hurried from the cave. Once in tn,
= open air, she gave free vent to her pent-u]
= GRIFFIN loud sobs. She was startled by tn
~ appearance of Horace, who asked in alarm
,, ed tones, What has happened, Madam
% Leland ?-vs4tgtAlat of Grace ?-is she worse
/ am not Madame Leland murmure
- Rosa, in subdued tone, checking her tear
~ as she recognized Horace but Rosa, tn
-. daughter Of Judge Stanton-the woma
- whom you must have known and Learned
Of Of perhaps to dcspise. AndI wonder not if
is is is so can easily forgive you if you hate m
worse than the verriest reptile in your path
but, oh believe me, | knew not of this din
bo calamity I'LL yesterday and from my hear
God knows, I Geplore the part have take
NJ in this mournful affair."
ri The young man stood silently regardin
,s. her, more in pity than in anger, for his ov
deep sorrow had taught him sympathy f
VI, others. She had blasted all his hopes, an
vo still he regarded her with strange thoue
of not ungentle emotions. Hitherto he h5
shrank formulated her.
% LHriug 'yiie lnurky veil partly from h.
~ face only above the small, dimple mou
"a and the softly curved chin, the beautiful "
his man continued
N. M All my life have been subjected to me
- tfcation on my fathers account. Ye
cv when a little child, was taunted b. 9th
1er children with the mocking words, 'Ah! 20
nd father ran away and left your mother al
~. Won. because he didn't love you Do "
m m0ro wonder the cankersore grew daily at n
fnI heart, or that cherished thoughts Of da
ON import
rs MY mother was gentle creature, a lc
q. mo woman, and when grew silent and
;tb yoided all mention Of my father, she thoug
nn- nv resoute will was brought into subject
= to her silent teachings, for oh, this great S
lot row made her meek as a lamb; yes, it bro
sho her free spirit, and brought her miDd il
no, most cruel bondage. And when, sir, [ S
- her from day to day grow more sorrowt
Po- when [ beheld those beautiful eyes, fixed
aEo ten on vacancy, when heard herrepeat,
49, 49, y------~ff-broken heart, 'Will he never, ne
hon come back to me again I? when [ saw
StanQ DcIOFc HeE pOIttdlI anu llUIlllut W
sa;d in soft plantive voice, then sink lang
On ard listless upon her couch and weep like
.oen infant, as she felt that all hope had depart
Sta- when heard my stern grandfather muru
will deep curses upon my father, as he stood alb
the the corpse Of his only child, almost in {
pair, with the tears coSrsing down his til
sor- stained cheek, could think ofmy father
the love him nay, rather could |, wild, v
with ward, With my warm tropical temperam
self-wiied, the spoiled. petted child of
oar tune, one who had never felt the pate
1rsa kiss, cherish other than feelings ofrepugna
1t- and bathing, say hatred, ifyou will, for
with unhappy man
oil see, feel you are beginning
pityme.'
do pity you whispered the young n
ectly Violently affected.
she And then at last my poor old grandf
+ for er died, mourning for his unhappy chill,
Over his death bed, above his coffin lid,
zee a sides his new made grave, vowed to 70
nope after this cruel father; to pursue him re-
rtied lessiy, to make him and his feel the {
ino a consequences of his crime, though God