Lynchburg daily Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1852-1861, 1859-01-29

Nnse, tho detaulting Collector OF Sapdusky, an-
noaneod tho 'ieceaso Of tho unhappy woman who
had accompanied his flight, aud mpored the for
giyencss of her husband. Uudor tho title wo have
given above, n missionary correspondent of the
Boston WA,chinan and Reflector describes mn In.
terview with the guilty pair, which took place
shortly before death hurried away the mother aud
the child whom she had mado tho companion Of
her wandsrings. Tho subject il n painful one
but tho writer describes toelingly and truthfuy
| tho lEinilicted misery of Cnso and his partner
in guilt that We reproduce his narrative.
| "Wh., though the spicy hreesc.
- How soft Ger Ceylons Iss.
Though every prospect pioascs,
Aud only man Is Vile"
| Curiousy enough, | was Just repeating this
stanza when my new acquaintance callod for me
met him whilo ON business visit to Ccylon, ns
| countrymnn of mine. and was pleased with tho
| opportunity that afforded mo more infinite per-
| sonal know ledge.
| thought myself fortunate in falling IN with 80
agreeable n gentleman, and considered his nce
aud manners peculiarly rehnod. On our second
meeting noticed singular rcstlossncus Of tho
handsome dark eyes, au irritable bitteraoss of tho
| lips and disposition To be constantly on tho
move, shown in tho tapping of y light bamboo
| cane. or tho motion of foot or hnnd
These things, however, did not strike mo ns
| singular nt the timc hut coupled with what nf
| forwards learned, were certain evidence, that tho
man ict already tho cravings of tho worm That
| never dies.
| Ono forenoon we left tho little seaport town
where I wns sojourning, and rode short Distance
into tho interior Of the gorgeous Island. Most
glorious were tho surroundings on every hand
With prodignlity quite rndrcamcd of by the in
habtnns Of II colder climate nature had showcrrd
,or most exquisite floral gifts everywhere. Trees
oaded with swcctsmeng flowers, their intense
olors vsing with tho foliage orrichcr green. from
ut of which they smiled. tall cactus plants, with
rimson gobet-shnpcd blossoms: lllios. gorge ous
n the quccny unfolding Of form and color--eycry-
hing rich, ln,ish, wonderful met our cyes, Toasted
o iullnass with this tropical luxuriance.
THAT is my house." said my new friend point
ng to n low.roolcd cottngc. surrounded by n widc
erandah, from whose clinging vines sweet odors
we're lung upon tho soft atnosphe ere---but from
no moment tho words were uttered his geniality
departed.
Within tho cottage enclosure were walks, bow
RS and fuuntains. thaste statuary wns dispensed
YER the grounds with most charming effect. Tho
touse seemed almost u fairy structure. rising in
he midst ui flowers and foliage. And the man
who sat beside me- whose smile mounted no high
r than his lips-thc dreamy, iar-lnokng dscon-
ont IN his cye growing every moment more por-
cptiblc-was tho owner ri this Eden-likc home.
We were met on the threshold by II lovely child
{ somo eleven summers. Her hair hung in curl4
ler eyes particularly lustrous vet mourniul III
penuty, and on tho young brow ! seemed to SEQ a
omethng-a shadow OF sadncss--an unchlldlikc
luiet rs she greeted my now friend.
| Dressed in puro white. she glded In before u.s.
| and to her was loft tho duty of entertaining mo !;
who Mr.. c., excusing himself in the remark, that
| sickness necessarily called him away, for u half
hour or SO, left the room.
as your mother very unwcll?" ! asked of the
little girl. who, with those shadow-illed eyes Of
hers, was regarding me gently, but attentively.
Yes, sir, mamma has been sick II long time +"
replied she, dropping her eyes, while her lips
| trsmblod
"Did you come from America ?" shc asked tim
| idly, after long silence.
'Yes my dear. Do you know anything of that
conntryS" returned growing more and more
| pleased with her expressive face.
"Only that mamma came from there, | think,
she added, hesitatingly. that did. But Mr.. &.
| will never let me talk about it,
Are you then not tho little daughter of Mr.. C.?
| ! asked, somewhat nstonshed
81 am my mothers daughter" answered tho
| child with grave dignity in one young
and minute after she arose and quietly left tho
| room.
| sat watching her white robes fitting through
| the long shady walk opposite my window, and
knew that tho child broodcd over somo dark sor-
row. for her eyes were filled with tears.
| Why was it, ! questioned myself, that painful
| thoughts took possession oi me MS | sat there p
! 1t seemed as if were sQjonrning in enchanted
| spot. and that some horror suddenly to break
| upon me.
| At mysidc, nearly covering beautiful table Of
leter-wood, were several costly gift books took
them up carefully. for hnvo a for books
and turning TO the fly leaf Of u splendid!y bound
| copy of Shakespeare, rcnd-
"To Mary Frances p, from her devoted
| husband-1fenry T. p"
| A thrill of surprise and anguish from vein to
| vein! My thoughts seemed parnlyzed. The truth
had burst upon me with such suddenncss that the
blood rushed with a shock to my heart.
knew Henry Il. p, had known him init
| mately for years. lie was friend towards whom
all my sympathies had been drawn. for he had
seen such sorrow as makes the heart grow old be-
| fore it's time.
His wife. whom he loved had deserted him
| She had taken with her his only child. She had
desolated household; and forgetting honor.
| shame. everything that pertains to virtue and to
God had fed from the country with tho man whose
arts had won her wanton love.
How could remain under this roof that now
seemed accursed? How meet the destroyer ofyir
tue-the fsnd who had reyecd in such con-
quest?
l could only think of tho evil they had dome
not what they might suffer through the torturcs
of remor'e. 1t some time before the seducer
came into the where sat with the child, de-
termned to meet him more before left the
house.
o! how guilty how heart-strickcn his appear
ance Remorse sat on his forehead-looked out
from his eyes-spoke when he was silent.
"Wil you come to dinner?" he asked.
l hesitated. Should partake Of his hospitality;
the hospitality of one Of those fends in human
shape whose steps take hold on hell? knew his
guilt-why delay to declare it? Why not at once,
in burning words, upbraid him for his viainy,
and fee as from pestilence his sin-cure ! house
The man noticed my hesitation. lie could not, of
course. interpret its cause. As he repeated bis
request the look of distress upon his face excited
feeling Of pity, which, for the moment, slightly