Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1833-1861, 1854-05-19

actions might neglected Deity make
from the creature he had formed for
his glory? Sheremembered the COM
rnand from which that fearful sentence
was extracted. She had broken it,
| trampled il under her feet. She had
bowed down in alteration SO an earth
lly idol, and robbed her God, her jeal-
Gus God, Of the homage due to his
august name. The light that poured
in upon her conscience was like the
blazing of a torch through dark mine.
She had felt before the madness Of her
bosom passion. she now felti its sin and
its sacrilege. 81 am forsaken." again
repeated she to herself, "but Ihad
first forsaken thee, ohlmy God. Thou
art drawing me home unto thee."-
Tears gathering thick and fast. fell
down her pale cheeks. till the pillow
they pressed was wet as with rain
drops. She wept long, and without
one effort TO restrain the gushing forth
of her melting heart, when exhausted
nature once more sought relief in
sleep. Her first consciousness, on
awakening, was ola soft hand laid
gently on her brow, a warm breath
stealing over her cheek. and tremb-
ling lip gently pressed upon her own.
Had she awakened in the abode of the
blest, in the midst Of the hierarchy Of
heaven, she could hardly have expe-
rienced a deeper rapture than that
which flooded ner breast. Slowly, as
if fearing to Danish by the act the i'm
age drawn on her now glowing heart,
she lifted her eyes, and met the eyes
Of her husband looking down on her,
no longer stern and upbraiding, but
softened into woman's tenderness
The next moment he was kneeling by
the bedside, bis face buried in the COW
ering. which shook from the strong emo
ton il concealed.
When Rosomond learned that Cecil,
instead Of having left her to the bitter
consequences Of her rashness. in just
and appeasable resentment, had never
left her in her Inconsistencies, and
since her restoration to reason, had
lowered near the threshold Of her
chamber day and night, forbidden to
enter. lest his presence should produce
an agitation fatal to frame apparent
ly trembling on the brink of the grave,
she again reproached herself for be-
lieving he could have been capable OF
such unrelenting cruelty. When she
was assured too that Eugenia was safe
under the protection of an early friend,
whom she had most Unexpectedly en-
countered, and only waited passport
from the physician, to come to her
bedside, her soul swelled with graft
tude that found no language but
prayer.
IL have sinned against Heaven and
thee. my husband'' exclaimed Roso-
mond, from the depth Of penitent and
chastened spirit-"I am no more wor-
thy to be called thy wife"
1--WE have both erred, my beloved
Rosomond; we have lived to much for
the world and ourselves, regardless of
higher and holier relations. Never,
till | feared to lose thee for ever, did
feel the drawings of that mighty chain
which links us inseparably to Him who
created us. Let US both commence
life anew-awakened to our response
bilities as Christians, and profiting by
the sad experience Of the past, let us
lay the foundations of our happiness
too deep and broad for the storms OF
passion to overthrow. Let us build il
on the Rock Of Ages"
And who was the friend whom Eu-
genia had so proyidentially discovered?
When she left the. dwelling Of Cecil
Dormer. to seek the lady who wished
for an instructress for her daughters,
one Of the persons who crossed her
path was the terrific Mrs. Grundy.-
This woman, whose hatred for her
seemed implacable as the injuries she
had inflicted were deep. seeing her
alone and in evident disorder of mind,
began to revHe and threaten her. a
stranger, observing the terror and
loathing with which a young and at
tractive looking girl shrunk from O
coarse and masculine woman, paused
and offered his protection. The re-
markable resemblance which Eugenia
bore to her Inflated mother, led to
discovery as unexpected as it was in.
teresting. The melancholy stranger
was no other than her own father, who
believed his wife and child had per
ished in their fight. having heard o
the destruction Of the boat in which
they fed. Thus mysteriously haC
Providence transmitted into ablessing
what seemed the greatest misfortune 0
her life.
The history of Mr.. ST. Clair and hi
unfortunate wife. which he subsequent
ly related to Cecil and Rosomond, wa
fraught with the most intense interest
and may form that subject Of sue
ceeding number. Like Rosomond, h
had cherished abosom serpent, remorse
less as death, "cruel as the grave,
but he had not, like her, found, be
fore il was to late, an antidote for il
deadly venom.
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