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The Fate Of Genius.
The young one—oh ! for genius mourn , That thus her fairest gifts are stain'd , Gifts meant by nature to adorn , Should be perverted and profaned . "Twas * * * follow'd in his track :
Let Heaven weep !—record it , Hell!—Hope strove in vain to lure him back , Then weeping bade her Son farewell .
The Puritan's Sister.
THE PURITAN'S SISTER .
A TALE OP THE CIVIL WARS . IT was on a cold raw morning in March , 1660 , that Richard and William Clayton , two impoverished royalists , crossed the bleak downs which skirt the eastern side of the ancient city of Canterbury , and directed their steps towards the Bergate . The erect mien and measured step of the elderdenoted that he had served . Plis dressa slashed
, , doublet and cloak of sober grey , might have passed for the holiday costume of some young unstarched puritan , had not the longhair , carefully cherished moustache , silken scarf , and other forbidden vanities of the wearer , too plainly told his political and religious creed . The appearance of the younger was even more decided : the plume waved gaily in his hatand the hilt of his light rapier , decked with ribbons and
love-, knots , told a tale of gallantry and ladies' favour . They proceeded in silence till they reached the brow of the hill which looks down upon the little village of Brook and the city beyond , when William , willing to draw his companion into conversation , observed " how keenly the wind
blows from the woodland point—I thought it piercing enough upon the downs . " His brother ' s only answer was to draw his cloak more closely round him . " Still silent ! what can he be thinking of ? I fear we shall be late , " he continued , ""the bell of the cathedral has ceased , or the wind being in a contrary direction , conveys the sound with it . Master Newlight is by this time thumping his bible , and dealing out
damnation to the puritan curs in the metropolitan Church of Englandwell , well , it cannot last much longer . " The dark eye of the elder flashed in anticipation of an event which he so devoutly wished—a smile half destroyed the fixed expression of his lip , but instantly passing away , his countenance resumed its former gloom . — " Whoop !—' ware ,
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The Fate Of Genius.
The young one—oh ! for genius mourn , That thus her fairest gifts are stain'd , Gifts meant by nature to adorn , Should be perverted and profaned . "Twas * * * follow'd in his track :
Let Heaven weep !—record it , Hell!—Hope strove in vain to lure him back , Then weeping bade her Son farewell .
The Puritan's Sister.
THE PURITAN'S SISTER .
A TALE OP THE CIVIL WARS . IT was on a cold raw morning in March , 1660 , that Richard and William Clayton , two impoverished royalists , crossed the bleak downs which skirt the eastern side of the ancient city of Canterbury , and directed their steps towards the Bergate . The erect mien and measured step of the elderdenoted that he had served . Plis dressa slashed
, , doublet and cloak of sober grey , might have passed for the holiday costume of some young unstarched puritan , had not the longhair , carefully cherished moustache , silken scarf , and other forbidden vanities of the wearer , too plainly told his political and religious creed . The appearance of the younger was even more decided : the plume waved gaily in his hatand the hilt of his light rapier , decked with ribbons and
love-, knots , told a tale of gallantry and ladies' favour . They proceeded in silence till they reached the brow of the hill which looks down upon the little village of Brook and the city beyond , when William , willing to draw his companion into conversation , observed " how keenly the wind
blows from the woodland point—I thought it piercing enough upon the downs . " His brother ' s only answer was to draw his cloak more closely round him . " Still silent ! what can he be thinking of ? I fear we shall be late , " he continued , ""the bell of the cathedral has ceased , or the wind being in a contrary direction , conveys the sound with it . Master Newlight is by this time thumping his bible , and dealing out
damnation to the puritan curs in the metropolitan Church of Englandwell , well , it cannot last much longer . " The dark eye of the elder flashed in anticipation of an event which he so devoutly wished—a smile half destroyed the fixed expression of his lip , but instantly passing away , his countenance resumed its former gloom . — " Whoop !—' ware ,