The Ohio star. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1830-1854, 1854-02-01

iog Paroxysms of agony, acting naturally deli
cate constitution. had brought on lingering i'll
ness. from which many thought she never would
4 recover; and when she was sesD moving about
with such a languid step ani mouruful couuten-
ance. and Ruch air of utter broken -heartedness
her friends felt if they could scarcely congratu-
late her on her recovery. She went nowhere but
to Mrs. Norwood's; except to visit the abodes of
sickness aud poverty, and when such errands.
her steps grew moro light and her eyes less sad.
for even disease and chill penury smiled at her
approach, and she felt while she could thus i'm
part blessings to Others she did not live in vain.
1t seemed to her that if Augustus had lived, and
she had seen him gradually given up to the do
minien of the fatal vice that had been his dsstruc
ton. she could have ceased to love him; or had
he died on the bed of sickness reconciled to his
God, and trusting in his Saviour. she could have
learned resignation but there was something 80
awful and dark and mysterious about his fate,
there was SO much reason to believe he hsd com
mitted that deed for which there is no repentance
or hopes of pardon, his memory was associated
with images of shame and woe and dread. When
with his mother and sister. she never breathed his
name; she could not do it. but their eyes would
often fiji with tears when they met. and their
voices falter indicating the subject which their
thoughts were dwelling. Mary was the only one
who mourned for him aloud. The SORROWS of
childhood must be expressed in words, and Mary's
innocent and overiowing tongue, often gave un
utterable pain. She was too young to understand
their mournfu silence, and fearing thoy were for
getting him. whom she loved SO well, she tried to
make up. by her own ardent expressions of love
and grief for their suspected injustice to bis NOM
| ory.
T~o years passed away. and the third was
rolling on still Rose, faithful to her carly love,
refused TO listen to other vows. Her former per-
secutor renewed his addresses. bat she turned
from him with loaihing She had heard the part
he had acted, and looked upon him as the destroy
er Of Augustus. Harriet married to a young
| man. whom she had long known and valued, and
gone far from the home of her youth, while Rose
cluEg to Mrs. Norwood, as Ruth clave to
Naomi, and filed daughters place in her bosom
| One evening" about the twilight hour. Mrs.
Norwood sat in the piazza that fronted the dwell
ing, with Rose and Mary. shaded by the sweet
brier and honey sHcAIe that trailing round tie
! walls. The last sunbe1ms were melting u:n
shadows, and gave rich, bFonzs like hue. TO the
distant landscape sp,inkling the objects
wih rays of scattering gold, and srngng the clouds
with living crimson. Mary sat with her bead
leaning on her mothers lap, and her fair rngiess,
now dsrkening into brown, were tossed back from
her brow with the wild grace of childhood. She
was taller than she was two years before but her
face was scarcely changed. Her eyes were as
intensely blue. and they were now lifted up to her
mothers face, with that peculiar expression which
assimilated her to the likeness of cherub.
| i wish were painter said Rose, who sat
the other side of Mrs. Norwoodi and would
sketch this beautiful sunset view, with Mary OK.
actly in her present attitude, looking up into your
eyes,
| And who would paint you. Rose = said Mary /;
for you are the prettiest of the whole
| .Oh, no. answered Rose with sigh and
smile; / must not be put in at all. should
spoil the picture.'
Well you must be sure to put that gentleman
in that's coming up the strs.s,' said Mary. i can
see him through the trees
| The path which led to Mrs Norwood's door
was winding. and thickly shaded with trees: so
much so that though they were aware of the
strangers approach to their own door, they could
oatch but glimpses of his person, till be came 10
the very steps of the piszza. Before they had
time TO breathe or speak, he rushed towards Ma
ry and suatching her in his arms with wild cry.
sank down on his knees and exclaimed,
oh. my God-I thank thee--I bless thss-1
am not then a murderer Then falling PROSTATE
at Mrs. Norwood's feet, again repeated the Thrill
ling ejaculation-.My God-I bless thee!'
There is joy that battles description. a joy 90
deep. and overwhelming, it struggles in vain for
words and finds utterance only in tears and sobs
and sounds resembling woe. As the widow Of
Main received her only alive, from the bier, as
the mourning sistels Of Bethany welcomed their
brother from the grave, go was the long lost sou,
brother and lover greeted. And if there is joy in
heaven over the repenting sinner and returning
prodigaL we may believe the holy angels them
selves sympaihized in this affecting 1t was
long before sufficient composurs was obtained fur
him to relate, them to hear the mystery of his
absence explained.
/ 1t was not till after the friends, who had gath
cred in at the tidings, we.e departed, (for the
news of bis return spread like wild FIRE throue hit
the village) and they were in the retirement of
their own household, they could listen to his story.
The evening lamps illumned pale and agitnted,
but happy looking group, clustered closely round
the speaker, while he gave, interrupted by thou
sand emotions. the following narration. sa-
The night of his disappearance, when he heard
it positively declared that Mary was dead, he re-
,nembsred nothing but the wild purpose Of flying
far as the winds of Heaven could bear him. as il
he could fly fom himself, or escape from the scor-
pions that were wriihiug in his breast. How Ear
he wandered he knew not, nor when his strength
and reason forsook him. He found himself, on
recovering the of his senses, in tent, by the
way side; most beuiguant looking gentlemen,
bending over him, and lovely lady bathing his
temples and chafug his hands, with all woman .
tenderness. They were travellers to the far west,
who having provided themselves with every com