The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1856-04-26


Marie snatrhed the golden eagle, and at the
same instant rmptyinS her basket o. bo1u.ts
on the marble floor, fled from the hall viii,
the speed of a frightened f,wn.
The Judge and Colonel then parted, and
the latter urged his steps toward the old
Catholic cemetery, to weep over the be-
loved dust Of his only daughter. to the flow
,er ido! OF his happy home. bani<hcd long
years ago-murGcred, a. ii were, 50 hc now
'clt' 10y his cruel family pride. 1t is vain
to attempt description of that mour.,iul
mcc'In" between the living AMI the dead
he highest heaven OF Joy an,! the lowest he'll
OF human woe alike clu1e the touch OF pei
and pencil. One might as we'll seek to
paint the imnensity OF space, or draw a
chart OF eternal duration: for all the most
powerful passions have a certain character
OF infnitude which bailiss the weakness of
words. and beats down even the soaring
wings OF imagination.
-At,er the storm Of his feelings had spent
its agony. the father NOTICED with extreme,
surprise that the tomb of his child WAS
wreafhed with The most beautiful flowers, all
bright and fresh from the garden and wli
consequently had been hung there during
the morning. What kind hands have done
this :" he mnrmurpd. with incrra>iny won
der. My poor Maria has been buried these
fourteen wears. ami neither she nor her hus-
band had one friend in this great metropolis.
where the iurid feet OF death tread So closely
on the hurrying heels OF life All see. ali
the older graves are bare aud naked. while
i
SONS OF green anH gold, Twill return IT
the dawn Of Tomorrow. and wait for the So.
luton of the m, sterv" Aud with this de-.
termination, he walked slowly back to the
hotel.
The next dav. with tie first streak Of the
rosy light, Cot Moulton was again al the old
cemetery. lie concealed himself b.lin a
monument. and fixed his ewes on the tomb
OF his daughter.
In . short time several wecpinc friends of
the pale sl.eper>. whom the music OF the NOR
nInS AR should never waken more. began to
enter and str"w flowers over the dust that
had lately died: but no one 50 much As
sE'rinkled rose leaf on the mos>v ancient
graves so long forgotten
"Ah, me" sighed the Carolinian. "such
is life, and such Is death, A brief battle, a
sure defeat. a wild cry, a few tears, an! then
the l.ethcan river rusheS over us, onward.
forever ard ever. aud blots out even the tnn.
c.t marks OF memory from the most faithful
Lrarts."
AT last nst As the sun emerged above th..
line o, the horizon. the Colonel. with utter a.
mazrment. saw the flower girl OF the previ-
Gus day advance to the tomb of his Maria,
and after adorning il with her brightest hou-
qurts. drop on her knees before it. as ii in
PRAYER.
AZ first the lips of the maiden moved tr.m-
ulou>!v. large tears rolled down her pale
cheeks. and her irea,h issued in heart break
ing slghs. Then she herame more and more
Hnrl>>ioned. her voce uttered mus 'aIinur-
m"rs. and n iength She walled aloud-"Dh :
mother ~ ~ n" III heaven. dos tiioI see the
SORROWS q -, unhappy child prav the
SAVER oi the world to deliver me from life
OF sin and shame, or take me home to thy
bosom ~
She gave a startling scream. as pair Of
tender arms encircied her waist. and the
Caro!Inian pressed his granddaughter to his
throhhinc heart.
Mutual explanations followed. confirming
the fact brvond a doubt Marie had but re-
Gently learned her parcnrsr- from the dis
closure, OF her pretended mother the widow
Merlin. while in a state of inioxira'ion The
latter arknow ,1Srd :hr truth 10 Col Monl-
ton. and explained every thing else that
seemed mysterious stating that she had car
red the infant to her house when the parents
were first laid upon their beds bv the J,r>'i-
ltnce. and hoped at:crward to render ,h,.
singular beauty of the child .ourr. Of ,rnii,.
The gloom had a>>rd away from the brow
of the brrravrd Colonel. and the hrantiiul
Marie is the wife OF celebrated Southern
LAWYER, with blne-e,cd babe Of her own
Yet still she loves flowers the faiire>t OF h.
wear.