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HABFERS.FESSY, VIRGINIA, DECEMBER 23, 1826. VOX.. 3 NO. 46 ri bLlSHEK EVERT SATI HIIAT EVENIN'!!, 1(V JOHN S. CAM. AI IKK, .it the Office if the I'irginiu Free Press. I HUMS.—One dollar and fifty cents per annum, payable cpiartcrly ill advance ; or one dollar and twenty-five cents, to be paid at the time of sub scribing. Payment in advance, from distant sub scribers, who are not known to the publisher, will invariably be expected. Should pat mi nt be defer red to tile end of the year, will be required. Hostage on all letters MUST be paid. THE REPOSITORY. FROM THE LITER ART CARET. A 1 KAO MIN At thoughts of home her beating bosom thrills, As sinks the sun o’er Poland’s happy hills. - Many were the sorrows of Amelia Munson. I till oft hud the briny tear withered the blushing blossoms on her cheeks, and full oft had the heaving billow of despair, the sigh, triumphed upon the ruins of a broken limit. Horn in Pol and, of wealthy English parents, she hud from her infancy been accustomed to one continual succession of pleasures and amuse ments ; but fate determined that the happy scene should end. At the early age of fourteen, she was addressed by a young Swiss officer, of noble extraction, to whom she was unilt-d. Mic now bade farewell to her parents, and her natal habitation, to seek, with her husband, the ro mantic country of Switzerland, in those delight ful scenes, sacred to imagination and faney, where prolific nature had touched every object with the pencil of delicacy ; she could not be otherwise than happy, for she loved even to devotion, and was a> devotedly hived. Time nas«ed like a golden dream in the slim.hers of night, and the brilliant luminary of the east arose every morning hut to scatter odoriferous flowers in her path. Brilliant then was the sun of her husband's military glory, and happy were the days of Amelia Munson. Yeats pass edaway; and now the thunders of war were rolling with awful forebodings along the dis tract.-d shores ef Poland. Amidst the political faction i nd intrigue, which divided that unhap py country, the Russian,Prussian,and Austrian banners were seen waving. Zuinghus, the lots band of Amelia, fled to the standard of Poland, in the enthusiastic hope of gathering immortal laurels; hut he soon fell, fighting desperat.lv under the bannerol' I he brave Kosciusko. 11 fell sin rounded by a halo of glory From the natur* ,,f a particular offence to bis own coun try. hi- possessions were confiscated ; and the once happy Amelia was left a wanderer in a cold unfeeling world In an hour of despair, she determined to seek tier own native shades ; and, with a heart weighed down with grief, she bade adieu forever to the .-bores of !5w itzprland. The sun was just sinking in the waves of the v. e-;ern oe ran, and casting his last orange beams on the face of the water, when Amelia ascend ed the towering hill which overlooked her dear native valley. The evening was calm and beau tilul; the birds were singing in the trees, and all nature wore an aspect upon which fancy, in her wilder moods, delights to dwell. Seated on a summit of a rock, at the foot of which tumbled a waterfall, she listened for a moment to its wild murmurs that echoed through the shadowv groves below, and indulged a pleasing, though melancholy dream, of happier days. Far as her dark bine eye could reach, her glance met objects which had been ilear to her childhood ; and now her eye rested upon the gothic magni ficence of the church whose towering spire was reflecting the last rays of the setting sun, and before whose altar she had so often bowed the knee of adoration to the great sovereign of the I uiverse. And now the clouded, though once bright and happy idea floated across her mind, that in that sacred sanctuary she had been uni ted to the man whom she loved, but whose cold and bleeding breast was inurned in the mauso leum of his ancestors, sw ept forever from her desolate aims by the rapid whirlwinds of war “Twenty years," said tne wretched Amelia, i " have gone down the current of eternity, since | i gathered flowers from this lovely spot!” As the last word died upon her quivering lips, the j I,right rcnn inlirar.ee of parents, home, and I friends, rushed upon In r mind, and raising her i eyes and hands to heaven, in the act of suppli ; cation, she burst into tears. They were the j tears whieh are sacred to memory, hut coldly I they tell upon her widowed heart. “Oh! \v I scenes ot my chihlhood,” she cried, as she de j si ended the winding path to the valley, “if ye I are asib'solitc as my bleeding ami tallen coun I try, then is my w I etched ness complete.'’ Though j wearied and fatigued, one glimmering rav of hope gave agility to her feet, and like a -ylplntti spirit she glided along to meet the long 1 >st arms ot her beloved parents. Imagination portrayed the venerable pair, white with the frosts of .years; and she hastened to communicate the ! welcome intelligence that s|.e -lill lived to hlcss them. Bright Luna, the chaste goddess of the night, was driving her silvi ry car over the ma jestic woodlands 'hat waved theii lolly heads in the eastern landscape, and vvas snnliug upon the plaeid smoothness ol the lake, when Amelia emerged from the last shadowy avenue to when had once stood the sublime edifice of her youth till gaiety But oh' what tongue could describe the anguish ol her heart, when she discovered her happy home to he hut a pile of m listin guishable ruins. She gazed upon 1 ho desulati d spot, as the tremulous Mgti broke front her ho sum ; and her heart chilled, as it were. uith the last dissolving tie of nature. She looked again, as memory presented to her view the oner blooming garden from which she had culled many a flower in her happier days, and shv gave vent to a flood of tears as she turned from the scene forever. She bent her steps to the ancient church that stood upon the adjacent hill, and her heart seemed ready to hurst when she thought of the liappv bridal evening on which she had last ascended the lull. Then hei vouthlul heart bounded with joy, amid smiling cheeks and sparkling eyes; hut now, alas! u withered beneath her chilling tears. She had approached a marble sepulchre, and w as endea vouting to read the characters engraven upon it, which were as follows:—To the mentory of the brave Alexander Munson’’- Shi could read no inure, hut stoud, like a statue, with here) rs fixed upon vaeanov. Then starting as from a trance, she exclaimed wild! v —* - Mv doom is sealed, my wretchedness is cninph l< Oh ! fallen and unhappy Poland—a father's and a husband’s sacred blood lias dvd the altar . aim i conic, niy coumrv, 10 lull nnti line. \ warm glow animatcil her cheek, as she ulti-re.il the last words, lint death like paleness stiecn d ed it. Not a tear escaped from her eve, fur tin freezing influence of grief had dried up the fountain, “ Farewell," she cried, *• ye onrt In loved scenes of my childhood no more shall I ramble in your delightful groves, or call toge ther my little bleating llock Ir-nn the llowcrv fields. The scene of my happiest moments, of my bridal day, shall witness the setting of my sun of glory : and my last sigh shall he breathed to the hallowed spot that gave me birth." She knelt down between the tombs of her parents, lifted her eyes and clenched In r hands in the attitude of devotion, .,nd the sacred name of home lingered upon her lips, as tin- last tcai in her eye was illuminated by the falling nmon-beam Her long dark tresses of undula ting hair fell m many a ringlet over hi r shoul ders, and they were gently waving in the breeze, when she was discovered hv the | easantrv. while yet m the attitude of devotion. I lei i V es were still opt n. and her lips separated . hut the broken heart of Atm-Jui Manvin had ( eased to throb forever. She was pah- and lifeless Mil.FORD HARD. The sunshine shower- m'heavi u are,perhaps, the tears ol bliss dropped by angels over dying infants. lb- is the best scholar who hath learned live well.