Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1861-03-13
a Romantic Story.

Mrs. Ross, celebrated for her beauty and
constancy, died lately at Hammersmith, Eng.
land. Having met with opposition in her
engagepent s.ish caF+aisse = 4rsvssas .Rees, che
followed him in mems clothes, when, after
such research and fatigue as scarcel y any
one of her sex could have undergone. she
found him in the woods. lying for dead, after
a skirmish with the Indians, with poniard
wound Having studied surgery in Eng
land, she, with an ardor and vigilance which
only such passion could inspire, saved his
life by sucking bis wound-the only expe.
dient that could have effected it, at the crisis
he was in-and nursed him, with scarcely a
covering but the sky, for the space of six
weeks. During this time she remained un-
suspected by him, having dyed her skin with
lime and bark and keeping to mans habit,
still supported by the transport of hearing
his unceasing aspirations of love and regret
fer that dear, though he then thought dis
tant, object of his soul-being charged by
him with transmittins to her, had the Cap
tain died, his remains and dying assevera-
tions of constancy, and gratitude for the un-
paraleled care and tenderness of his nurse
the bearer; but recovering, they removed to
Philadelphia, where, as soon as she had
found a clergyman to join.sssnss@~ him tor
ever, she appeared as herself, the priest ac-
companying her. They lived for the space of
four years in fondness almost ideal to the
| present age of corruption, and that could
only be interrupted by her declining health.
The fatigue she had undesysuc and the
| poison not properly expelled (which she had
| imbibed from his wound, undermined her
constitution. The knowledge he had of it,
| and piercing regret at having been the occa.
sion, affecting him more sensibly, he died
with broken heart, last spfing, at Johns
town, New York She lived to return and
implore forgiveness of her family, whom she
had distressed so long by their ignorance of
her destination. She died, in consequence of
her great grief and af1iction, at the age of
ftwenty-six.
THEY sAy.-They say! Who are they ?
Who are the cowled monks, the broodcd friars
who glide with shrouded faces in the process.
sion Of life, muttering, in an unkn tongue.
words of mysterious import? Who are the !?
The midnight assassin of reputation, who
turks in the by-lanes of society, with dagger
tongues, sharpened by inventive and enven-
omed malice to draw the blood of innocence,
and hyena-like. banquet O. &c dead Who
are they? They are anaFbIude no man
can number, black -souled familiars of the in
, QUESTION of slander, searching for victims il
every city, town and village, wherever the
heart of humanity throbs, or the ashes O
; mortality find rest. Oh! coward, coward
world skulkers! Give me the bold brigand
who thunders along the highways with fash
ing weapons that cut the sunbeams as vel
as the shades, give me the pirate, who un
furls the black flag, emblem of his terribl.
trade, and shows the plank which your doom
ed feet must tread; but save me from tn,
! ''they sayers" of society, whose knives ar,
l hidden in velvet sheathes, whose bridge O
: death is woven in flowers and who sprea,
: with invisible poison, even the spotless white
ness Of the winding sheet.-Hrs. Hents.