The anti-monopolist., 1874-08-20

will never fade from my memory; she
looked so innocent and childlike and so
intensely sorrowful.
In moment she turned to the Cap
tain, with something of her old manner.
Reaching up her delicate white hands,
she took hold of his abundant whiskers,
on each side of his face, as the reader
has seen pettcd daughter caress her
father, and, looking up into his face,
asked, with great solemnity:
'Did you ever want to die, Captain!"
sWell, no, my child" he replied,
somewhat, surprised at her changed
manner, 81 can't say that ever had
great desire to die - ,fl.
And if you had such desire, what
would you do?" ?
"Oh! in that case,'' said he, as he
loosed her hands and turned away, II
think, as it would be the most available
method. should jump overheard and
drown myself" ss'-. Jgst,s, /.
Scarcely had he finished speaking,
when she whirled, put one hand on the
railing, and leaped into the Sound. The
whole movement was so instantaneous
that it was impossible for any one to
anticipate or prevent it.
| A cry of horror went up from those
who saw the movement. Some stood
transixed and unable to move, while
others hurried about in confused ex.
citement. The Captain and his crew
worked like the noble men they were,
and had the boats lowered and manned
almost instantly.
A moment after her disappearance,
she came to the surface. There was
nothing scared in her expression, and
she made no struggle to save herself.
| saw her face distinctly, as she came
up, and fancied / could detect in it the
same sorrowful look it had worn few
moments before; though even that ex-
preston could not wholly deprive it OF
a certain jaunty grace which became it
we'll.
1t was only momentary glimpse
which we had of her; for she disap-
peared just as the first boat touched
the water. and we never saw her after
ward, though every possible effort was
made to save her.
l think never saw sadder men than
those rough sailors, when they pulled
the heavy yawl alongside. and replied,
to hundred simultaneous interrogatO.
ries ''We found no trace of her at
ALL"
And those gentle ladies, who shrank
with such aversion from her half an
hour before, had many a tender utter.
ance for her now, and could not voice
their pity when they knew that while
she laughed the loudest, the homeless
child's poor heart was breaking.
And later, when, on looking through
her stateroom, they found little satch.
ell, and in it, among other trifes, a
crumpled bit of note-paper, with verses
written on it in small cramped hand,
the pure, sweet tears of human sympa-
thy, as they read, fell on the paper like
benson.
preserved a copy of the verses, and
will reproduce them here. lam unable
to say whether they are original or no.
If quotation, have never been so
fortunate as to read them in any pub
lished book:
AMAoDALEN's DEATH.
can no longer endure this polluting,
| This fostering breath;
Gladly fly to the refuge that's left me-
| Merciful death.
Not sadly, tearfully,
But gladly, cheerfully,
Go to my death
Priests may refuse to grant sanctiied burial
| Here unto me:
Father, thank Thee! blessing is always
! Over the sea.
Aye, in its widest foam,
Aye, in its thickest gloom,
Blest is the sea.
Welcome, 0, Sea! with thy breakinss and
That never shall cease:
Down in thy angriest, stormiest waters
Oh, hide me in peace.
Say to the weary face,
Come S, to thy resting place,
This was all. No clue to tell if there
were any on earth to whom she had
been dear. No last word for those who
might, perhaps, wait patiently to learn
her fate, but wait in vain. until painful
apprehension subsided into calm des-
pair. No explanation of the motives OF
that rashness which thus had set its
daring foot upon the laws of Nature,
which are the laws of God.
| We know the deep sea holds many
secrets such IS these, which never will
be fathomed till the end of time and.
knowing this, is it the part of manhood
or of womanhood to sit in judgment on
that which the Creator has folded in
mystery! For what power, save the
far-reaching Prescienceo of Almighty
God. can lay bare the complex motives
of the human heart! Is it more than
justice to demand that Judgment be sus-
pended until the SEQ gives up. its dead,
and the dead give up their awful
secrets! 3 *G -
have no sympathy with that apoth.
eosis of vice which would, in any case,
exalt the wanton into a heorine; but,
n all sincerity, is it not time that she
received more of charity and less Of
censure. more pity and less Of scorn
from those who can afford to be mag.
nanimouse For what, among earth
meanest creatures, receives less charity
and more censure than she )! And