Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1858-12-17

incoherent words, and snatching from his
gaberdine a long dagger, dashed forward,
exclaiming:
Unbeliever! contemner of the law
OF Moses oppressor of our race twill
be no crime to send thee now to that hell
whittier thou would'st but 90 at lastw
The dagger grazed Shakspeare's breast,
but the next moment he had snatched it
from the Infatuated Hebrews hand.
odd man.. | woo thy daughter hon
orably."
Son of Belial even thy honorable
love would be infamy! But my dagger
is gone; can | have no revenge r. 4
With the quickness Of thought he
mounted to the balcony that projected
over the startling, and drew the ladder by
which he lad assembled after him
Shakespeare, although he OWNED not
what the Hebrews motive might be,
waited the result of his action with ex-
IRENE anxiety. Presently he heard a
faint cry, like supplication for mercy !;
then shrek broke on the stiffness Of
the night. The father and daughter APP
peared at the topmost window that over
looked the Thames; Jessy's sleeping
room was there, and it was fully appa-
rent now what the incensed and madden
ed Jew intended doing. Shakespeare
shouted to him to desist, and began in
haste to climb the balcony.
Courses on thee and thy paramour y
exclaimed the Hebrew, dragging forward
his struggling child; thou shalt not
live to bring this disgrace on my name. +"
1t was over. The unnatural and afro
cious deed was committed. The Jews
flashing eyes marked his child sink into
the rushing waters far beneath; fend-
ish exultation lit up his countenance, and
he smoothed his beard-and laughed. -
Shakespeare was thrilled with horror at
what he witnessed be plunged into the
stream to the rescue of her, the beauti-
full, the guiltless one. lie dived where
she sank, but the tide was flowing so ra-
pidly, that the current had carried her
through the arch. She foated now at O
distance, and sank again; the agonizine
swimmer reached her at length, and sue.
ceeded in placing her in his boat.
"Jessy my own Jessy" cried Shak.
speare, straining the beautiful girl to his
heart, and printing kisses on her cold
lips. Her dark eyes were closed, hei
fair arms dropped lifcless, and her long
wet tresses envoloped her as with veil
What to the lover now was vengeance or
the destroyer? he thought only of thu
destroyed. In desperation he conveyed
her to the house of medical man on the
bank side; but every effort TO afford re-
suscitation proved abortive. The light
of life was quenched; the late warn
heart would throb with passion no more
and the sweet flower which had bloomed
on the arid soil of the desert, was pluck.
ed by death, in the spring-timc of its
brightness and fragrance.
The Bard of Avon knelt at the toni
of the once lovely Jessy. His poetic
fancy heard her gentle voice in every
passing wind; and the flowers that deck.
ed her turf seemed to breathe the per-
fume Of her sigh. In after time, when
grief for her whom he loved softened
into hallowed worship, he embalmed
her memory in imperishable verse. Yes,
the Jessy of Old London Bridge-and
let none harshly gainsay our assertion
is the sweet Jessca in the Merchant Of
Venice, and her diabolical father is the
avaricious. unrelenting Shylock.