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claimed, “ La zur, Mr. Cromwell, what a tub thousand; but he was finally compelled to of sudz you are in! Dont you know Susan has gone to Providence to be married ?" " Gone Vexation and shame have induced him to to Providence!" shouted he. He said no more leave the village før Kentucky ; and Mr. and -but slamming the door after him, went to his
Mrs. Blanchard have for several years occupiown house, as if steam had sent him there. ed the neat dwelling you pointed out to me." A large black pitcher, from which he and his laborers had drunk beer during many a haying
THE GAMBLER. season, was standing on the corner of the ta
A dark cloud hung over the cedar valley, ble. Cromwell in the blindness of his rage, 1) and a drizzling mist had watered the thick mistook it for his wife's favorite black cat,
grass around the low painted cottage that and exclaiming, “s'cat!” he gave it a blow
stood high among the trees, at the foot of the that shivered it to a thousand atoms.
hill. But the window that looked down the • What's the old pitcher done?” asked the narrow road towards the village was open, virago, surprised at such an unprovoked dis- | though it was past the hour of eleven at night, play of his strength. 6. None of your business. I and Mary sat pale and dejected by it, resting It is broke, and I am glad of it-if it was whole her cheek upon her hand, and looking upon I'd break it again. Here is a pretty spot of the gloomy sky, and listening with all the deep work-and it all comes of your d-n lace wail. and anxious expectation of a tender wise, for Susan has gone to Providence, to be married!" || the approach of her absent husband. De Lan. 66 To be married !” screamed his mate-let's cy had not always kept such hours as this be up, and after her!”
he was once fond, affectionate, attentive to The horse was harnessed to the chaise with her every want and wish, and as careful of all speed; and in ten minutes they were on her happiness as of his own life-when she their way to Rhode Island.
married him, he was gay and cheerful, rich Mr. Blanchard had forseen the probability and virtuous, and she had joined her hand in of pursuit; and had therefore made arrange- || bis with the bright prospect of a long life of ments that his wife should return with one of counubial bliss, full before her. But now his the young men, who attended as witnesses, I brow wore the aspect of deep and settled while the other should ride with him, disguis. I gloom--he seemed to be himself no more ed in her cloak aod bonnet.
some secret disquietude preyed upon his mind, About half way between here and Provi-l the springs of which lay concealed from her dence the parties met. Old Cromwell seized view. Sometimes she thought he loved her the brideg room's horse by the head, while his no longer--but the thought almost broke her enraged wife proceeded to use the whip about heart, and she banished it-she hoped for the her supposed daughter. In the mean time, || best; and waited now his return with all the the real bride and her attendants swept by patience of wronged, but silent unrepining aland rode at a rapid rate, till they reached the fection. residence of Mr. Blanchard's father.
As midnight approached, the streaked lightThe bridegroom's companion was a man of ning began to flash along the woodlands and at powerful muscle. While he kept his two tu intervals the deep and hollow thunder rolrious antagonists occupied, Blanchard touched || led along the arch of heaven--the clouds the whip to his father-in law's high mettled dropped raiu in large quantities, and the quisteed, which pursued the road to Providence et of the night yielded to the stormy blackas if he had been spurred by the evil one. ness of a coming tempest. She rose, and clos
The Combat was found equal, and seemed ed the window with a heavy sigh. At that likely to continue long; but the young men, moment a flash, unlike that of lightning, at the availing themselves of a temporary pause, edge of the woods, directly down the road, sprang to their chaise, and were out of sight in and a report as of a pistol, alarmed her; she a tangent.
threw open the window again ; all was silent Few objects could be more ludicrous than --then a faint voice seemed crying in the Cromwell and his wife, thus lest alone and wood; she listened, and thought she gatherexhausted in the middle of the road, far from ed the sound of 6 murder"--but the thunder their own home. Both looked heartily asham rolled again, and again, and the red lightning ed at their defeat; and there was a moment's || flashed most angrily__and a howling wind rose silence before the termagant summoned heart up and rolled most dismally along the forest. enough to ask, "Where do you suppose our She fastened down the sash, and threw herhorse is?" 6 Gone to Providence to be marri.
self beside her sleeping infants on the bed ; ed, you old fool!” replied he throwing his clasping them closely to her bosom, while her whip on the ground with a force that made heart beat most violently, and her whole frame the neighboring cows stop grazing.
trembled with terror.
A brief space elapsed, and the hurried tread A passing stage took up our discomforted of a horse was heard coming up the road; travellers; and Susan for many months found the gate creaked on its hinges; she heard De a happy home in her husband's family. Mr. || Lancy's voice, “wo, wo, Bob, let me get off : Cromwell was very refractory about the eight | this is bad business; we are both crazy: wo
wo, Bob, you dont smell the blood now; Lord forever ; Oh, Mary, my poor wife ; my poor how the lightning flashes ; there's blood on dear babes." He raved and raved, but they my arm yet ; wo wo.” The horse was led a hurried him away; and bound his manly arms way to the stable ; she heard the door shut with a thick cord, and led him between their and the key turn, and presently De Lancy || horses from his beautiful cottage house. rapped at the door. She flew to open it, They had not gone far before they heard a and her husband entered with a wild and agi- | distracted voice behind them; De Lancy's tated air, pale and besmeared with mire and wife was following; her hair hanging about blood.
her shoulders; her feet hare and her every tea"In the name of Heaven," cried Mary, ture betokening the very horror of anguish. "what is this ?" Only a trifle, woman---Bob “Stay a moment; oh stay?- Speak to me, threw me, and my nose bled' a little. She | George ; oh what will become of us; what feared to interrogate him further, for his ruf. will become of your poor wife and children?" fled and morose humor was forbidding; she The officers only increased their speed, and De pressed him to partake of the supper she had | Lancy went on with his hands folded, and his kept ready for him, and endeavored to soothe brow bent in desperate and silent despair. by kindness and attention the gloomy mood Poor Mary, after following them more than in which she found him. He refused to two miles, turned and went back, crying loudeat, however, and after sitting with his hand iy and bitterly all the way. clenched some moments on his forehead, he George's trial and condemnation followed rose, took a heavy draught of brandy and speedily. He plead guilty. Mary went to see threw himself on the bed.
him in jail, but he told ber at parting that it Mary laid down beside him, but not to sleep, I would break his heart to meet her again.or if a momentary doze came over her, her This proved to be an unnecessary admonition; waking fancy pictured to her restless and anx she had been deserted by all her friends, aious mind the feverish dreams of a disordered mid the crush of her morning hopes ; she pinbrain. She rose as the first gliminering of | ed away in her solitary home, day after day, day broke upon the green valley, and walked and was at last found dead in the cottage, out to the spring to bathe her burning brow in with a babe on each arm, early one morning, the cool clean waters of the flowing brook. She by a passer by, who was attracted to the house had been there but a few moments, before by the crying of the infants. De Lancy nevtwo men rode rapidly up the road, and enter er knew her fate, though he was not executed ed the gate-way--she hastened to the house, | for almost a month afterwards. and they entered with her, inquiring for Mr. Thus ended the life of a gambler, in utter De Lancy, and seeming in too much haste to ruin to himself and family, in double, and wait even the common forms of civility. doubly desolating crime.
De Lancy lay, still asleep, and when they rudely routed and laid their hands upon him,
HISTORICAL. he sprang up in a kind of frenzy, "What so soon?” cried he–- Why, who told you I kil
FROM IRVING'S LIFE OF COLUMBUS. led him ?” • It is enough,' said one of them,
SKETCHES OF ISABELLA OF SPAIN. who asked you to accuse yourself?--how came you to know he was killed ? Come, we Cotemporary writers have been en...
ust search you?' De Lancy stood aghast ; || thusiastic in their descriptions of Isabelin the perturbation of a moment he had be- || la, but time has sanctioned their eulotrayed himself-he had been taken unprepared; and as they drew from his pockets the gies; she is one of the purest and most money and watch of the murdered man, he beautiful characters on the page of histrembled excessively.-—" Ah, the devil has | tory. She was well formed, of the middone for me at last,” said he, throwing a wist- || dle size, with great dignity and graceful-. ful glance at his two sweet infants as they lay
ness of deportment, and a mingled gravsmiling in their infant slumbers on the bed, locked in each others arms; and then towards | ity and sweetness of demeanor. Her his wife, who, in an agony of despair, at this complexion was fair; her hair auburn, sudden burst of overwhelming misfortune on inclining to red, her eyes were of a herself and children, and of ignominy and clear ue, with a benign expression ; shame on him who was as dear to her as her and there was a singular modesty in her heart's blood, vile and dishonored as he stood before her on that fatal morning, stood pale
countenance, graceing, as it did, a wonand fixed as a cold statue by the bedside.
derful firmness of purpose, and earnest“I have ruined you all,” said he, “but he ness of spirit. Though strongly attachwhom I slew first ruined me; he won a thous- || ed to her husband, and studious of bis and dollars from me last night ; I killed him; || fame, yet she always maintained her disI got my money back, and now my life is forfeited. Oh, why was I linked with this infer
tinct rights as an allied prince. She nal spirit. Gambling has ruined me, and exceeded him in beauty, in personal dig. those whose fortunes were bound up in mine || nity, acuteness of genius, and in gran
deur of soul. Combining the active and are told, were printed in Spain, at that resolute qualities of man, with the soft- | early period of the art, than in the preser charities of woman. She mingled in ent literary age. the warlike councils of her husband; It is wonderful how much the destiengaged personally in his enterprises, | nies of countries depend at times upon and in some instances surpassed him in the virtues of individuals, and how it is firmness and intrepidity of her measures; given to great spirits, by combining, exwhile being inspired with a truer idea citing, and directing the latent powers of glory, she infused a more lofty and of a nation, to stamp it, as it were, with generous temper into his subtle and cal- || their own greatness. Such beings realculating policy.
ize the idea of guardian angels appointIt is in the civil history of their reigo, ed by heaven to watch over the destihowever, that the character of Isabella nies of empires. Such had been Prince shines most illustrious. Her fostering Henry for the kingdom of Portugal, and and maternal care was continually di- such was now for Spain the illustrious rected to reform the laws, and heal the || Isabella. ills engendered by a long course of interpal wars. She loved her people, and
VARIETY. while contingally seeking their good, she mitigated, as much as possible, the Joseph Bonaparte.—The citizens line of harsh measures of her husband directed coaches through New-Jersey, pass the resto the same end, but inflamed by a mis- || idence ofthe late king of Spain, at Bordentown, taken zeal. Thus, though almost big-on the Delaware. His estate occupies a large oted in his piety, and perhaps too much territory.-- His house is in the French style
but not splendid. His lands, on which imunder the influence of ghostly advisers,
mense sums have been expended, are well still she was hostile to every measure cultivated. In all public improvements he calculated to advance religion at the ex contributes liberally; something like four thoupense of humanity. She strenuously op
sand dollars, [I am told] he paid on one road. posed the expulsion of the Jews, and | He is much beloved, and his memory will be the establishmant of the Inquisition,
ever dear to the villagers.
There is scarcely now a poor family in the though, unfortunately for Spain, her re village, so many does he employ on his lands. pugnance was slowly vanquished by her He pays liberally; punctually fulfilling all his confessors. She was always an advo- | contracts ; no law suits ; no disputes, and the cate of clemency to the Moors, although || ed. He is constantly, in the season of agricul.
intemperate and immoral are at once discharg she was the soul of the war against Gren
ture in the fields with his men, and is constant. ada. She considered that war essentially with an elegant pruning hatchet in his to protect the Christian faith, and to re hand. Strangers who are introduced, partake lieve her subjects from fierce and form- | liberally of his hospitality. He has thus exidable enemies. While all her public changed a coronet of thorns for that of a peace
sul agriculturalist, and become a citizen of our thoughts and acts were princely and au
happy republic. gust, her private habits were simple, frugal and unostentatious. In the inter
IN WANT OF A DIOSBAND.--A young lady vals of state business, she assembled a
was once told by a married lady, that she had round her the ablest men in literature
better precipitate herself from off the rocks of and science, and directed herself by their the Passaic Falls, into the basin beneath, than counsels, in promoting letters and arts. marry. The young lady replied, “I would iîl
Through her patronage Salamanca thought I could find a husband at the bottom.” rose to that height wbich it assumed a. mong
the learned institutions of the age. EMPLOYMENT OF TIME.-The hours of a wise She promoted the distribution of honors man are lengthened by his ideas, as those of a and rewards for the promulgation of tool are by his passions. The time of the one knowledge, she fostered the art of print- | is long, because he does not know what to do ing, recently invented, and encouraged with it. So is that of the other, because he disthe establishment of presses in every amusing thoughts--or, in other words, because
tinguishes every moment of it with useful or part of the kingdom ; hooks were ad- the one is always wishing it away, and the mitted free of all duty, and more, we other always enjoying it.--Addison.
ymns. The mode of publication being once a
month, furnishes a convenient facility for corWORCESTER, SATURDAY, JUNE 14, 1828. recting these deficiences. Perhaps there is no greater evidence of the improved taste of our countrymen (and we
Dr. Thacher's American Medical Biogra. might add our countrywomen also) in useful phy.--This is a new and valuable work, just literature and a love of general reading, than published in Boston, and is creditable to the the increased demand for periodical literary industry and judgment of the worthy compilPublications. Scarcely a month elapses,
It contains valuable information respectwithout bringing to our table, some new working many justly celebrated characters, who of this character. Nor are they confined to
are not only iminent a's Physicians, but as Patour cities and populous towns. There is scarce
riots and Civilians. The work is for sale at
Dorr & Howland's Bookstore. ly a village in our country, capable of supporting a printing press, but sends out its sheet
Mr. S. S. Southworth, late Editor of the devoted to other subjects than politics or ang
“ Literary Cadet” in Providence, has left that ry discussions in polemics. It is a characteristic of our citizens, always to glut the public | cation, to be called “ The North American
paper, and proposes establishing a new publitaste with whatever is in any degree popular, and Literary Subaltern." and it is not improbable that some of these
The first number of the North American, is journals will prove short lived. Many of them,
to contain a sketch of the “ Life Editorale," however, have given evidence, that they are
in which sundry curious facts will be developdestined to be something more than ephemeral.
ed. Among many others, we notice the “ Rural Repository, or Bower of Literature," publish
ERRATA.--In our last pumber, the followed in Hudson, N. Y. about entering upon | ing errors escaped notice till it was too late to its fifth volume ;- The “ Philadelphia Al
correct them. Page 40, first line for “ blasted bum and Ladies Literary Gazette," a paper | health,” read “ bloated wealth.” 34th line which has for a long time deservedly main
from top, for “ here forsakes," read “e'er fortained an elevated standing has commenced sakes,"'--next line first word, for “ Have,” its third volume.
read “ With,”--9th line below, for invidi. The “ Traveller and Monthly Gazetteer,”
ous," read “insidious." a new periodical from Philadelphia is receive ed.-It promises to be a publication of great
Married, utility and convenience, and we doubt not
In this town, Mr. Arthur Adlington, Jr. to
Miss Ann E. Gates. will command an extensive patronage. The
In New Braintree, Mr. James H. Moore, Catalogue of Newspapers and periodicals, per- of Worcester, to Miss Jane Delano, of New haps, is as correct as the nature of the subject
Braintree. would permit. Many omissions are discovo Shrewsbury, to Miss Elizabeth Eager, of
In Northborough, Mr. Joab Hapgood, of ered. We mention two, both in this Coun-Northborough. ty, the “ Massachusetts Yeoman,” published In Athol, Mr. Benjamin Cook, Jr. to Miss at Worcester, every Saturday, by Austin Betsey Stratton. Denny, Esq. and Spooner & Merrianand the 6 Lancaster Gazette," published at
Died, Lancaster, every Tuesday, by F. & J. An
In this town, on the 4th instant, Mary, drews.—Two Journals of extensive circulation, Saturday last, an infant child of Mr. Jonathan
daughter of Capt. John Earle, aged 12. On and as worthy of notice as any other publica- || Gleason, Jr. tions in this vicinity. They are sent to Sub In Northboro' Miss Patty Babcock, aged 30. scribers at the rate of two dollars each.
In Leicester, Joseph Sylvester, aged 37.
In Shrewsbury, Adaline, daughter of Mr. We have given to the Gazetteer but a hasty | Elijah Harrington, aged 7. examination. Two towns in Me. to wit, Anson
In Westborough, john, son of Mr. Elijah
Gleason, aged 10. and Avon, and one in Mass. to wit Bolton, in In Athol, on the 31st ult. Capt. Adonijah this County, are not to be found in its col-ll Ball, Jr, aged 34.
Those wild imaginings, those dreams,
Which cheered us in our earlier days, Are hovering still, like twilight gleams,
Unwilling yet to flee away.
FOR THE TALISMAN.
TO A FRIEND. We met when our young hearts beat high,
And lite's young current bounded free, When, calm beneath a cloudless sky,
Our barks were on a Summer sea.
And - Hope the charmer'' spreads her bow,
Still bright and broad, above life's ocean, Which sleeps in sunny light below, Without one troubled wave in motion.
We knelt together at the shrine
Where learning her rich treasures flung ; And nought could cause us to repine,
Save woes which e'er await the young. But boyhood's sorrows-what are they?
Dim clouds upon ihe trackless wind; They hurry on, they melt away,
And leave a brighter heaven behind. We parted, — friends must ever part ;
But when away from thee I'd gone, The cherished tendriis of my heart
Were left still clasping round thine own. And still, when 'neath the azure skies
Of other lands, I dwelt afar, And saw, so beautiful, arise,
The calm and placid morning star. When day's first yellow tinges broke,
Like a bright dream, upon the earth, And nature, from her silence, woke,
In sweet notes of melodious mirth.
From Mrs. Colvin's Weekly Messenger. CONTENTMENT OUTWITTED,
There was a man (not o'er benign) The owner of a garden fine, Through deeds of mortals who did look Till he could read them like a book, 'Twas his caprice, outside a gate To fix these two lines on a slate:"Woo proves to me that he's content, “For nought shall have this tenement." A common man of low degree, Perusing, cried,“ tis mine in see!" Breathless he ran, with all his might, To clain at once so fine a site ; "Sir, please to give me up the gate ; "I'm quite contented with my fate." The owner shrewdly made reply, “O), how this world is giv'n to lie! “ If you're contented with your lot, " Why do you crave my garden-spot ?"
My heart did turn, yes, turned away
From such a scene of life and light, And, silent as the coming day,
To thee it winged its joyous flight. I have been out at evening, when
The earth was sleeping, and the sky
In business or in revelry,
In nature's wild uncultured bowers,
Clad brightly with its dewy flowers : I've thought upon those by-gone days,
Which yielded well-remembered bliss,
Qa scenes as beautiful as this.
How memory lingers o'er the past,
While yet in rosy light they last.
The troubled hours of life to calm ; To mingle in affliction's cup,
A soothing age, a healing balm. But still we cannot mourn, the woes
Which Man's most pleasing prospects sever, We have not known ; life's first young rose
Is blooming now as bright as ever.
THE PROVINCE OF WOMEN.
BY HANNAH MORE. As some fair violet, loveliest of the glade, Sbeds its mild fragrance on the lonely shade, Withdraws its modest head from public sight, Nor courts the sun, nor seeks the glare of light, Should some rude hand profanely dare intrude, And bear its beauties from its native wood, Expos'd abroad, its languid colors fly, Its form decays, and all its odours die. So Woman, born to dignify retreat, Unknown to flourish, and unseen be great ; To give domestic life its sweetest charm, With softest polish, and with virtue warm, Fearful of fame unwilling to be known, Should seek but Heaven's applauses and her
own; Should dread no blame but that which crimes
impart, The censures of a self-condemning heart.
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