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D El O CBTAT.
"tDI LIBERTA9, IBl p ATRIA.'' Cicero VVher liberty dwells, there is my Country."
BY MITCHENER & MATHEWS.
NEW PHILADELPHIA, OHIO., THURSDAY EVENING, JULY I, 1841.
VOL. 2 ISO- 24. WHOLE NO- 10.
From the New York American;
The following random rhyme written in pencil on the
back oft letter probably by tome iteanihoat passenger, wait
ing for the night boat were picked up in the baggage houte
of the Wettpoint building, and for want of i better deilgna
Hon are committed to the New York American under the ti
tle of -
WEST POINT BY IftOONXiICS ZXT.1
I'm not romantic, but upon my word
There are some moments when one can't help feeling
As if his heart's chords were so strangely stirred
By things around him, that 'tis vain concealing
A little musle in his soul still lingers,
Whene'er its keys aro touched by Nature's fingers.
And even here, upon this settee lying,
With many a sleepy traveller near me snoozing.
Thoughts warm and wit are through "my bosom flying.
Like founts when llret Into iliosuosbine coiing;
For who can look on mountain, sky, and river,
Like these, and then be cold and calm as ever?
Bright Dian, who Camniilla-like, dost skim yon
Azure fields Thou who once earthward bending
Didst loos the virgin zone to young Endymion
On dewy Latinos to bis arms descending
Thou whom the world of old on every shore.
Emblem of the sex, TatroRMis die adore
Tell me where'er thy silver barque is steering,
By bright Italian or soft Persian lands,
Or o'er those Island studded seas careering,
Whose pearl-charged waves dissolve on coral strands
Tell me if thou visltest, thou heavenly rover,
A lovelier spot than this the wide world overt -
Doth AcholouB or A raxes flowing
Twin-born from Pindus, but ne'er meeting brothers
Doth Tagus' o'er his golden pavement glowing,
Or cradle-frighted Ganges, the reproach of mothers
The storied Rhine, or far-famed Guadalqulver,
Match they in beauty my own glorious river?
What though ho turret gray or ivied column, .
Along these cliffs their sombre ruins rear?
What though no frowning tower or temple solemn,
Of despots tell and superstition here
What though that niouldrng fort's fast crumbling walls
Did ne'er enclose a baron's bannered balls
Its sinking arches once gave back at proud
An echo to the war blown clarion's peal
As gallant hearts lis battlements did crowd
As ever beat beneath a vest of steel,
When herald's 'trump on knighthood's haughtiest day
Called forth chlvalrlc host to battle fray.
For here amidst these woods did he keep court,
Before whose mighty soul the common crowd
Of heroes who alone for Fame have fought,
Are llko the Patriarch's sheaves la Ileav'u's chos'n bowed
He who his country's eagle taught to soar
And set those start which shine o'er eveiy shore.
And sights and sounds at which the world have wondered
Within these wild ravines have bad their birth
Young Freedom's cannon tram these 4hundtcd
And sent their starting e hoes o'er the earth;
And not a verdant glade or mountain hoary,
But treasures up within the wonderous story. 1
Aiid yet not rich in high-soulcd memories only,
In every moon-touched headland round me gleaming,
Each cavernous glen and leafy valley lonely,
And silver torrent o'er the bald rock streaming:
But such soft fancies here may breathe around,
as mako Vauclns and aureus hallowed ground
WhereTteli me where, pale Watcher of the Night
Thou that to love so oft lias lent lis soul,
Kince the lorn Lesbian languished 'neath thy light,
Or fiery Montague to his Juliet stole
Where dost thou find a filter place on enrth,
To nurso young love in lienrU like theirs to biilhJ
But now bright Tori of the skies descending.
Thy pearly car hangs o'er yon mountain's crest.
While Night more hearty now each tiep attending,
as if to hide thy envied phice of rest,
.Closes at last thy very couch taide,
a maiden curtaining a virgin bride.
Farewell I Though tears on every leaf nro starting,
While through the shado vy bough's thy glances quiver,
as of the good when Henven ward nonce departing,
Shines thy last smile upon the placid river.
So could I fling o'er glory's tide one ray
Would I too steal from this thick world away.
SISTER'S L.OVE AND COURAGE.
BY MltS, JAHISON,
My horoine truly ami in ovary sense dons she de
serve the name- was tlio daughter of a rich brewer and
wine-merchant of Duexronts. She waa one of five
ehildreu, two much older and two much younger than
herself. Hor oldest brother was called H'inri: ho had
early displayed such uncommon talents, and such ade
cidod inclination for iludy, that his father was dotermin
d to give him all the advantagos of a loarnod education
and sent him to the university of Elangau, in Bavaria,
whence lie returned to his family, with the highest
testimonies of his talents and good conduct. His falli6r
now destined him lor the clerical profession, with
which his own wishes accorded. His sister fondly
dwelt upon his praises, and described him, perhaps
with alt a sister's partiality, as being not only the -pride
f his family, but of all his follow citizens, "tall, and
fcandsome, and good," of a most benevolent, enthusias.
tic tempi and devotod to his studies. When ha had
been at home for some time, he attracted the notice of
one of the princes in the north ofGeimany, with whom
tlm irovoll. 1 tiHlinve in the caDacitv of secretary. The
name of the prince, und die particular of this part of
. " - A . .. Al. I L.
his lire, has escaped me; but it appeared tnai, uirougn
be recommendation of this powerful patron, he became
protestor ofthqrjlogy in a university of Cpurjand, I
Hunk at.Riga, or somewhere near it, Tor me same oi
. I - - - . , , . :n I. a. navr.tivJL.
wis ciij wm- aununuBity recurring mi .,
Henri was at this time about eight and twenty. ' ' '!
While bore, it was his fate to full passionately in love
with a rich Jewess. Hit religious zeal mingtod .with
his love be was as anxious lo convert his mistress as
to possess her -and, in fact, the first was necessary
preliminary to the second. The consequence were all
in the uhAtl sty' of such rattlers. The rolalions disf
covered the correspondence, and the young Jewess wai
fotbiddsn to ea pr to apeak to her lover, , They met in
secret. What argument he might use to, convert this
modern Jesir.a, I know not, but they prevailed. She
declared herself convinced, and consented to fly with
him beyond the frontiers, into Silesia, to be baptized,
and to bocome hia wife. ' '',..
. Apparently their plans were hot well arranged, or
were betrayed; for thoy were pursued by her relations
and the police, and overtaken before they reached the
frontiers. The young man was seemed of carrying off
his Jewish love by force: and this, I believe, at Riga,
where the Jews are protected, is a capital crime. The
affair was brought before the tribunal and the accused
defended himself by declaring that the girl had fled With
her own free will; that she was a christian and his be-
, trothod bride, as they had exchanged rings, or had
gone through tome similar ccremonj . 1 he rather W
denied this on the part of his daughter, and Henri desn
red to be confronted with the lady who was thus said
to have turned hi accuser. Her family made many
difficulties, but y the order of the judge she was obli
ged to appear. She was brought into a court of justice,
pale, trembling and supported by her father and others
of her kindred. The judge demanded whether it wa
by her own will that she had fled with Henri Ambost
She answered in a faint voice, "No." Had then vio"
lence been used to carry her off J "Fe." Was she
a Christian T "No." Did she regard Honri as her af
fianced husband 1 "No."
On Clearing these replies, so different from the truth
from all he could have anticipated the unfortunate
young man appeared for a few minutes stupified; then
as if seized with a sudden phrensy, he made a desperate
effort to lush upon the young Jewess. On being pre
vented, he drew a knife from his pocket, which he at
tempted to plunge into his own bosom, but it was wree
ted from him. In the scuffle he was wounded in the
hands and face, and the young lady swooned away.
The sight of his mistress insensible, and his own blood
flowing, restored the lover to his lenses. He became
suddenly calm, offered not another word in his own de
fence, refused to answer any questions, and was imme
diately conveyed to prison.
These particulars came to the knowledge of his fam
ily after the lapse of many months, but of his subsequent
fate thoy could learn nothing. Neither his sentence nor
his punishment could be ascertained; and although one
of his relations went to Riga, for the purpose ofobtain
ing some information, some relreit, be returned with
out having effoctou citherof the purpose of his journey.
Whether Henri had died of his wounds, or languished
in a perpetual dungeon, remained a mystery.
Six year thus passed away. His father died: His
mother, who persisted in hoping, while all others des
paired, lingered on in heart-wearing suspense. At
length in the beginning of 1933, a travelling mer
chant passed through the city of Deuxponts, and inqui
red for tl.e family of Ambos. He informed them that
in the preceding year he had seen and spoken to ft man
in rag, with a long beard, who was working in fetters
withothei criminal, hear the lorlressof Barinska, ip
Siberia; who described himself aV Henri Ambos a pa
tor of the Lutheran churoh, unjustly con:1e.iuied, and
besought him with tears, and the most urgent supplica
tions, to convey some tidings of him to his unhappy pa
rents, and beseech them to use every means to obtain his
You must imagine for I cannot describe the feel
ings which this intelligence excited. A family council
was held,and it wasat once determined that application
should instantly be made to the police authorities at St
Petersburg, lo ascertain beyond a doubt the fate of poo,
Henri that a petition in his favor must be presented to
theempernr of Russia; hut who was lo present itf The
second brother offered himself, hut he hail a wife and
two children; the wife protested that she should die i '
her husband lett her, and would not hear of his goin?;
besides, he was the only remaining hope of his molhcr's
family. The sist.ir then said that she would undertake
he journey, and urged that as a woman, she had more
chance of success in an affair than her brother. The
mother acquiesced. There was, in truth, no alterna
tive; and being amfly furnished by the moans, ibis gen
erous, affectionate, and strong-minded girl , set off alone
on her iongsnd perilous journey. "When my moth
er gave me hor blessing," said she, "I made a vow to
heaven and my own heart, tl.at I would not return alive
without the pardon of my brother. I feaind nothing.
I had nothing to live f!r. I had health and strength,
and 1 had not a doubt of my own success, because
was resolved to succeed; but ahl t'cis mndamcl what a
fate was mine! my poor old mnthorl" Here she burst
into team, and threw herself back in the carriage; after
a few minutes she resumed her narrative.
She reached I tie city of Riga without accident. There
she collected the necessary document relative to her
brother' clmracler and conduct, with all the circum
stances ofhU trial, and hid them properly uttnsled.
Furnished with theso papers, she proceeded to Peters
burg, where she arrived safely in the beginning of June,
1833. She had been furnished wi'll several letters of
recommendation, and particularly with one to a Ger
man ecclesiastic, of whom she 'poke with the most
grateful enthusiasm, hy the title of M. la Pasteur. Ahe
met with the utmost difficulty in obtaining from the po
lice the official return of her brother's condemnation;
jilace ofexile, punishment, etc; but at length, by al
most incredible boldness, perseverance, and address,
she was in possession of these, and with the assistance
of her good friend the pttor, she drew up a petition lo
the emperor. With this sho waited on the minister of
the intorior, to whom, with great difficulty, and after
many applications, the obtained access. He treated her
with great harshness, and absolutely refused to deliver
the petition, She threw herself on her knees, and ad
ded tear to entreaties; but he was inexorable, and said
brutally " Your brother was a mauvais sujttt he ought
not to be pardoned, and if I were the emporor I would
not pardon him." - :
She rose from her knees, and itretching her arm to.
ward heaven; exolaimed with fervour -"I call heaven
to witoesi tbat my brother Was innocenil and I thank
heaven that you are not the emporor, for I can still hope'
t The minister in a rage, eaid"Do you dare to speak
thus td mel - Do you know who I am t.:
"Ye," I replied (."you are hi exoellency the , min.
ister C ; but what of that t you are a cruel man! hut I
put my trust in heaven and the emperor; and then,"
laid she, "I loft without even a courtesy, though lie fol
lowed tat W tho door, speaking very loud and angrily,
Her suit being rejected bv all the ministers, (for even
those who were most gentle, and who allowed the bard
fcbip of the cane, still refused to interfere, or deliver.her
petition,) she resolved lo do what sho had been dissua
ded from attempting in the first instance to appeal to the
emperor in person: but It was vain she lavished money
in bribes to the inferior officers; in vain she benet the
imperiul suite, nt review?, at the theatre, on the way to
the ohurch: invariably beaten back by the guards, or the
attendants, she could not penetrate to the emperor's
presence. After spending six weeks in daily ineftectu
al attempts of this kind, hoping every morning, and al
most despairing every evening--thteatened by the po
lice, and spurneMy the officials ; Iftovideno raised her
up a friend in one of her own so Among some ladies
ofrank,who became Interested in her story, and invi
ted her to their houses, was a Countess Flise, some
thing or other, whoso name I did not write down. One
day on seeing her youug protege overwhelmed with
grief, and almost in despair, she said, with emotion,
"I cannot dare to present your petition myself, I might
be sent off to Siberia, or at least banished the court; but
all I can do I will. I will lend you my equipage and
servant. I will dress you in my robes; you shall drive
to the palace the next levee day, and obtain the au
dience under my name: when once in the presence of
the emperor: you must manage for yourself. It I risk
thus much, will you venture the restl"
"And what," said I 'was your answer V
Old' she replied, 'I could not answer; but I threw
myself at her feet, and kissed the hem of her gown I'
I asked her whether she had not feared to rink the
safety of her generous friend 1 She replied, 'Tha
thought did not strike me but what would you have 1
I cast it from me. I was resolved to have sacrificed
my own life to obtain it; and heaven forgive me,I though'
little ot what it might co: t another.'
This plan was goon arranged, and at the time appoin
ted my resolute heroine drove up to the palace in a
splendid equipage, preceded by a running footman, with
three laquais in full dress, mounted behind. She was
annonnced as the Countess Elise , who supplica
ted a particular audience of his majesty. The doors
flew open, and in a few moments she was in the pres
ence of the emperor, who advanced one or two steps
to meet her, with an air of gallantry, but suddenly
Here I could not help asking her, whether at that mo
ment alio did not feel her heart sink T
"No," said she firmly; "on the coi.trary, I foil my
heart beat quicker and higher 1 sprang forward and
knelt at his feet, exclaiming with clasped hands 'Par
don imperial majesty 1 Pardon!'
"Who are you t' said the emperor, astonished; 'and
what can I do lor you ?'
He spoke gently, more gently than any of hia minis
ters, and overcome, even by my own hopes, 1 bunt in
to a floud of tears, and said,
'May it please your imperial majesty, I am- - not the
Countess El'we , I am onlv the lister of the unfor
tunate Henri Amluw, who has been condeiiinecron fuise "
accusation. O pardonl pardonl Here are the papers:
the proofs. O imperial majesty! pardon my peor hrolh
erl' 1 held out the petition and tho p ipers, and at the
same time prostrate on my knees, I seized the skirt of
his embroidered coat, and pressed it to my lips. The
'Rise, rise' but I would not rise7 J still held nut my
papers, resolved not to rie till he had taken litem. At
last the emperor, who seemed much moved, extended
one hand towards me, and took tha papers with the
"Rise, mademoiselle. ! command you to rise.' I
ventuied to kiss his hand, and said, with tears,
'I pray of your maje.ty to read that paper.'
He said, "I will read it.' I then rose from the
ground, and stood watching him while he unfolded the
petition and read it. His countenance changed, and hu
exc 'aimed once or twice,
'Is it possible! This is dreadful!' When he had
(iiiUliud, he folded the paper, and without any obser
vation, s lid at once,
'Mademoiselle Ambos, your brothir is pardoned."
The words rung in my ears, and I again flung myself at
his feet, saying, and yet I scarce knev what I sail!,
"Your imperial majesty is a good man upon eaiih; do
do you indeed pardon my brother T Your ministers
would not suffer ine to approach you; and even yet I
foar V He said,
'Fear nothing you have my promise.' He then rais
ed me from the ground, and conducted me himself to
the door. I tried to thank and bless him, but c nild notj
he hold out his hand fur me lo kiss, and then bowed his
head as I left the room
'Ach jal the omperor is a good man ein schoner,
fuiner, mannf but he does not know how cruel hit
mini-tors are, and all the evil they do, and all the jus
tice they refuse, in his name!'
The excitoment and fatigue produced n sevore at
tack of illness under which she was still laboring, when
on the fifth day after her interview with Nirhola-, a
laquai in the imperial livery came to her lodging with
a sealed packet, and the emperor' components to Ma
chinoiselle Ambos.' It was the pardon fur her brother.
Those mem official animals, who had before spurned
her, now pressed upon her with effort of torvice, and
even the minister C offered to expedite the pardon
himself to Siberia, in Order to save her trouble) but she
would not suffer the precious paper out of her hands;
she determined to carry ithcrselfito be herself the bearer
of glad lidingstshe had resolved that none but horsell'
should take oft those fellers, the very description of
which had entered her soul: so, having made hor ar
rangements a quickly as possible, she set off for Mos
oow, where she arrived in three days. According to
her description, the town in Siberia, to the Governor
of which she carried an official recommendation, was
nine thousand versU beyond Moscow; and the fortress
to which tha wrelcliod malefactors were oxiled was at
a great distance beyond that. I could not well make
out the situation of either, and unluckily I had no map
with me lut a road map of Germany, and it was evident
that my heroine wa no geographer. She told mo that
after leaving Monow,she travelled post seven day and
even night, only sleeping In the carriage. She then
reposed for two day, and then posted on for another,
even davs and niehts: alone, and wholly unprotected.
I except by her own innocence and enorgy, and a few
r- It... .f JatinN whii-li h ft knnn rIu.m ' I.ab'
at fit. Petersburg.
, At length, in the beginning of August, ahe arrived at
the end of her journey, and wa courteously rooeived by
the commandant of the fortress. She presentod the par
don,. with a hand which trembled with impnlienoe and
joy, too great to be restrainod, almost to be borne. The
officer looked vary grave, and took, she thought, -very
long time to read the paper, which consisted only of six
or eight lines. At last he stammered out.
"I am sorry; but the Henri Ambos mentioned in Jthiu
paperit rfcadl" Poor girl I he fell to the earth.
When she reached this part of her tory she burst in
to a fresh flood of tears, wrung her bands, and for some
time could utter nothing but passionate exclamations of
"Ach liebeCottl wa fur ein schrecklich shichal war
das meinel I had come thus tar to find not my brother-only
a grave I she repealed several times, with an
accent of despair. The unfortunate man had died the
year before. The fetters in which he worked had cau
sed an ulcer in hia leg, which he neglected, and, after
some weeks of horrid suffering, death released him.
The task-work, for nearly five years, of this accomplish
ed, and even learned man in the prime of hi life and
mental powers, had been to break stone upon the road,
chained hand and foot, and confounded with the lowest
JUST NOTICE IT.
Immoral women are confined to the third tier of tho
theatre. Immoral men sit where they please. They
whisper "soft nothings" in the ear of virtue; dine at
the father' table: marry the Christian's daughter; and
dance with tho virtuous wife. What is the remedy ?
Turn every libertine out of your houso, and cane him if
he addresses your child.
A MAN.'Did I evor tell you I was immortal 1'
asked a Roman Benator when threatened with death
by the Emperor as the wages of disobedience. "My
virtue (continued he) is at my own disposal: my life at
yours; do what you will; I will do what I ought I and
if I fall in the service of my country, I shall have more
triumph in my death than you in all your laurels."
What a commentary Is this noble sentiment upon the
base passion that seeks to deter the freedom of thought
and action by the common process of hraggadocia and
bullyism I And the supporters of Gag Laws may learn
a lesson from it too, if they will only give play to the
belter feelings of humnnity.--N. Y. Standard.
INDUSTRY AND ENERGY.
From Sharp's Letters
"There are few difficulties that hold out a
gainsl real ailacks, ihey fly like the visible
horizon before those who advance. A pas
sionate desire and unwearied will can perform
impossibilities, or what seem to be such to the
cold and the feeble. If we do but go on, some
unseen path willopen among. ilie hill. We must
not allow ourselves to be discouraged by the
apparent diinpropoition beiwem Ihe re
sult of finclo effort and the magnitude of
'the obstacle to be encounitred. Nothing good
nor great is to be obtained without cour
age and industry, but courage and industry
must have sunk in dispair, and the world must
have remained unoruamrnied and unimproved,
if men had not nicely compared the etiect of
a single stroke of (he. pyramid to be raised, or
or of a single impression of the spade with Ihe'
mountain to be levelled, . All exertion, too,
is in tUelf delightful, and adive Bmustmentti
seldom lire us Uelvetitm own lUet he eould
play on an-instrument all day long. Tha chato
we know, bBe always been the favorite anitiwe
ment of king and nobles. Aot only fame ai.d
foriuno, but pleasure is to be earned. EffbriH
it rnugt not be forgotten, are aa independable
as desires. The globe is not circumnavigated
by one wind We should never do nothing.
'It i better to wear out than to rust out,' says
Bishop Cumberland. 'There ill be lime e
nough fur I epoee in the grave,' said Nicole In
PaschI. 'As a young man, you should be mi d
ful of the importance of early industry, since
in youth habils are easily funned, and there is
time lo recover fiom defeats. An Italian son
net justly, as well as elegautly, compares pro
crasiinaiion lo Ihe folly of a traveller who pur
sues a brook till ii widen into a river; and is
lot in ihe sea. The toils as well as ruks of
an active life are commonly overrated, so much
may be done by the diligent use of ordinary
opportunities, but they must not always be
waited for. We must not only strike the iron
while it is hot, but strike it till it is made hot.
Ilershel, the great astronomer declares thatSJO
or 100 honre, clea' enough for obaerva
tiona, cannot be called an unproductive year.
The lazy, the dissipated, and the fearful
shou'd patiemlv see the active and Ihe bold
piss ihem in the course. They must briig
down their pretentions to ihe level of their tal
ents. Tnoee holinve not energy to work must
learn to be humble, and should not vainly hope
to unite the incompatible enjoyments of indul
gence and enterprise, of ambition and self-indulgence.
I trust ihat my young friend will
never attempt to reconcile them."
FA MILY DI3VOT10 N.
It i a beautiful thing to behold a family at
their devotions. Who would not he moved by
the tear, that trembles in the mother's eye, as
she looks to heaven, and pours forth her fer
vent supplications, fur the welfare of her chil
dienl Who can look with indifference upon
the vcnenble fn'her, surrounded, by his fami
ly; snili his uncovered locks, kneeling in the
presence of Almighty God, and praving for
their happiness and poslerityl In whose bos
om is not awakened the finest feeling, on be
holding a tender child, in (be beauty of iu in
nocence, folding its littla hnnd in prayer, and
tntploring the invisible, yet eternnl father, to
blsss its parents, its brothers and .sisters, and
"He, who in his heart, silently worships the
adorable Creator, enjoys a pleasure that eatlh
cannot give; bis spirit leaves this scene of
doubt and perplexity, and revels for a moment
in the empire of ethereal bliss.
'There are few who do not engage in Pray
er. It is not confined to the christian alone;
but even the. Savage, who roams along the
solitary streams' of India, bumbles himself be
fore a superior being. ..
Scrafinq Acquaintance. A geenteel look
ing coffee bouse lounger wishing to introduce
himself to wealthy stranger, .addressed him
wiih, 'it appears lo me, sir, that I have before ,
seen you some", where! Very likely. I have ,
been there frequently,' replied the other, and
turned,' upon bis" heel. Focus. . V ",.;.! y
Feom the N. Orleans Picayune.
LOVE AND LETTER WRITING.
irs t J
Y sterdar a most romantic looking young
gentleman made bis appearance at the police
office an unsealed note which csme "greet
ing" from the Recorder politely commanding
him to 'be and appear' there at ten o'clock,
and answer to the complaint of Mr. Martha
Williamsoni and which ended by a hint to 'fail
not at his peril,' bringing visions of the cala
boose before his excusable imagination wns
Ihe immediate rauee of his presenee in tbat
particular temple of justice. II is face was o
verhung by a confusion ' of coal-black hair,
which he wore in ringlelsjhe called them hype
rion curls--Br.d hia face was aa pale and pen
6ive as if he were pieparing to set the ghost
in a melo'drama. He gazed thfffurh-hie eye
glass with an ait of supercilious scorn, and ! '.
seemed even to regard the Recorder as soma j, ; ,
fellow beneath hia dignity. He looked like 1 "V
one who breakfasted on love-sonnels, who ' if..?
dined on eentiment, supped on serenades, and l':
elept on romance. He seemed, in a word j ; ?;
" The very ccstacy of love I ii J
Wlinsn violent nronertv forbode itself! ?j .
And leads the will to desperate undertakings, ,
As oft as any passions under heaven
That docs afflict our natures."
. When Mrs, Martha Williamson was called,
a woman entering the sere & yellowleaf ot life
made her appearence. Though her eyes bad
lost some of their pristine brilliancy, their
glances were still quick and subtle, and evin
ced a distrustful wotrfu'hness oI'hII over which
she bad control. She was told by the Recor
der to state the complaint she had to make a
gainst Tbeophilus Travere and this let us in
to the secret of the romantic gentleman's nom
The ol I, or rather th'i more middle aged
woman, before Commencing a recital of her
wrong, adjusted her gloves and threw back
her black veil over her bonnet, leaving the mar
gin ol it to hang graceru ly over her forehead,
as so much drapery: 'O, sir' said Mrs Wil
lintnscn. cnolina her temples with an artificial
enrrt nt of air created by the motion of her fan , ,
'U sir, I wants to have this here man put ta
the penitenliary.' '
Mn the penitentiary!' aaid the Recorder, with
surprise; 'why, what has he been doingl'
'Tlieie'e what he haa been ft doing,' said "
Mrs. Williamson, drawing a pocket-bouk
from her redir.ule and drawing from the pock- '
cl-book some dozen letters fancifully folded,
some in diamond sl aps and others in form of
a triangle: 'There's what he has been a 6a
Ting; writing love letters to my dsughier till he
has fairly turned her hono'.'
They were addresseoHo Mis - Oh-ttjenmot--
Ularinda l.evtnm Williamson, and were 'sure r
enough' love tellers, ns full of rhapsody and ro-
niBnee, poetry and blighiod vow, as a balloon f j. '
is full of gas. f -
Thn Recorder was proceeding to open these ,,'
mi'sives, forged in Cupid's Brsenal and aim . .r
id at the heart of (he Burnable and interesting .T
I'lemenlha Clarinda "Lavinia . Williamson. !
w hen Theopbilns Travere entered, hia protest 'j
against such a proceed ng in these word.-: . j:
'1 waise my powteut against any man, even i
the Recawdaw of this onowable court, wead- ,
ing my pwiwat lettaws or pa paws.
'It is neccessary'I should read them,' said
the Recorder, 'in order to discover the natnro
of your offence. .
'Well then, to save Ihe court IwoLle,' said
Theophilus, 'I at once admit ! cm the awthaw
of those productions. '1 have, fo' Ihe first time
felt (he tendaw passion fo' the admtwablo
Miss Williamson, and have made these bweif
epwistles the medium of communicating to my
soul's idol (ho intensity of my passions.' '
Here is one of the billed deaux, which we
ili nk should find a place in the next 'Ready
JVfl. 17. St. March, 1841 j
"Doubt that the stars are fire; t
Doubt lhat the sun doth move; j
Dmiht truth to be a liar; . " 1
' But never doubt I lovel' v
Angdicii Clementha Clarinda Lavinia t
Fai est of creation's fair! most adorable of -ihy
sexl my soul's best idol! will not love, pity t
or compassion move you to grant me an in
terview? Will (he admonitions of a morose
mother prevail over the ardent solicitations of
your impassioned lover Can it be that a .
soul enshrined in a form so lovey as yours is
insensible to ihe influences of the plalonic .
passions, and that eyes Deeming with such
beauiy will apply no salve to the wound which
thev nave, unconsciously, no doubt, made?
(, dearest Clementha Clarindi Lavinia! I
am being consumed by the wasting fire of love,
which your charms have enkindled' in my ko
som, and unless you form some scheme of
seeing me ere long, you will leave mojike the
phaenix in my nest to burn!
P. S. I eendjthi by the negro woman, Di
nah, who will wait on you this afternoon for '
an answer. . T,T,,- ,
P. S. 6. Don't let that petrified piece of ,.'
mortality, your anxious mother, see this. T. 7V':
I'. P. S. S. My name is not signed with red, ;
ink, but with my blood my heart's blood. Is f
not that a proof of the sacrifice I am prepared
to make for your sake. . , i
The Recorder having perused this docu
ment and the othere which were of a similar ' , '
import, facetiously smiled, and hnformed Mrs. ,
Williamson that, eo far as' he' could -judge
from the letters before him, Mrv Tbepphilus1 .
Travere was not guilty of a penitentiary of-'
fence, or indeed of any offence at all of which '
the law could take cognizance, unless Writing '
nonsense might be Considered acopitalfTanoo
, a supposition which any thing he read ta :
the bobka' did not warrant him ia coming to. (
He dieuharged the ease, ond cautioned Th66 1
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