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- - Slje Carnhcn Jonrnol. """ CAMDEN. SOUTH-CAROLINA, MAY* 31, 1850. NUMBER 43. 1 ? ** - ~ {Jocticol department. | ; T'.. WHEN I REMEMBER THEE. I weep when I remember thee, . ^ My pother fond and true, When' fancy brings thy gentle face Once more before my view. I weep "when I remember thee, So patient and so mild, * So gentle with the stubborn will Of rpe, thy wayward child. Ob rmany a look of petulance That knit my youthful brow, Many a thought, unheeded then, -v Comee back upon me now; "Cdmes back, altho' long \ears have past, Long, busy, anxious \ears, Since we upon thee looked our last, And wept our parting tears. Oh, mother, when I think on thee, And thy swept quiet brow, I know I must have loved thee then, But I feel I worth * now. weep wheu I remember thee, Wi P?n ^ ^''"fT^d, When death, with slow but steady aim, Advanced wilh noiseless tread. ''Wo-wrw thy fix'd unconscious gaze, We felt ourselves unknown, Nirar thee, and yet how far removed? With thtje, yet so alone. Oh! mother dear, 'twould be a sin Tn wish thee back to me; Yet oft I think how I should feel, If such a thing could be. Oh! it would set-in'so dear a boon, . 'V A bliss so near divine; Naoght but a life's idointrT Could show a lore like mine. A Sriectci) Sale, r V-' t From tlw Southern Literary Gazette. THE MABOOH. A LEGEND OF THE CARRIBEES. BY W. GIMfORB SIMMS, ESQ., Author of u The Yeamee," eio. IV. Tuk doom tya? pronounced; the lmnA of ..the executioner?the hand of his most hitter I enemy, Joan de Sylva, was laid apon the shoul* dot of the victim, but lie refused to yield his faith to hi* own fears. He still hoped against convictfm?still shrunk from a belief in tliat pupi^Wnt which, to the timid and dependent nature* such as his, seemed to involve terrors much mpfe extreme thou any threatened form of death. -> But when he at last yielded to tiie conviction which had long been entertained by all.amupd,-unless, perhaps by tl?e woman, his owmn t'len the whole I strength ofhis soui, feehle in its best moments, .seeuied to give .way .011 die instant, Every ?bow of manhood was forgotten. There whs no|widetQ-k?ep up appearances? no straggle to'maintain n'dec .nit show of fortitude and firmness; hut the miserable cu'orit sunk, down intotbemosi lamentable imbecility to the shame of all around biui. " Merry [ mercy! Far the soke of th? Blessed l^i^.i;'h?ye appo me, Don Veinsquez," he. shield, .rather than pleaded, when the determined aspects of the men appointed to contev him to the-boaf,hnd the violent grasp of Juan upon bia shoulder, silenced all doubts us j to-tb^r^jfl int^nfiouB of his tyrant to carry ont his- entcnpe>ia full, as it had been delivered. The hardened sailors, as much in scorn as in pity, "recdileil from the piercing feminine entreaty of the victim, and left hiin free for the moment, as-if in doubt wlicther Velasquez might not yield to (he supplications which were urged with such a homilLttfng disregard to manhood; Falling upon his knees, he crawled toward the spot whero sat the arbiter of his fate, glowing in- the enjoyment oftfcat bitter-sweet morsel of revenge. which is so grateihl to the malignant mature. In bis eyes?had those of the victim not been blinded by his own tearshad he not been too base o venture to nccotnpany hia entreaties by a resolute look upon the face of him upon whose word his fate rested? be might have wen how hopeless were ail his pleadings. But he saw nothing? as he crawled along the deck to the feet of his tyrant?but the terribte dan?er which he was anxious to escape. {Joald he have seen the inexpressible scorn whiehdilated the nostrils and curled tlie lips of the woman?cotdd he have h ard her hitter and onlv half-suppressed accents of loathing, muttered between ber gnashing teeth! But they .rnnlH hot have chanered his nature t J " Can he not die i Can bo not die! Anything bat this! And yet" she continued, herself unconscious that she spoke, 44 how should it be that one who bad not the soul to slay his enemy, in the mompnt when all that made life precious lay in the blow, how should it be that he should aim the weapon at his own bloodless heart, though to escape this iuo3t loathsome tyranny/* " Bewared was the single word whispered close beside her ear, from the lips of Juan de Sylva. " Beware! lesta worse fate befall thee even than bis! Would'st thou peril life for such a reptile!" She was silent at the suggestion. Not that she had any fears of death ; but, just then, ber ^uick thought and resolute spirit suddenly con- , ( cetvetf^ftS own _ method for escape and vengeance. Other emotions than- those of scorn filled her boson), as the whisper of Juan, like the hissing of a hateful serpeut, filled her ears; and in their sadden consciousness, she trembled lest her feeling should declare Itself aloud, in spite of the resolute will which she invoked to curb and keep it in. The emotion which her lips did not declare, was couspieaous, for the instant x>n her countenance, and remained un. seen only in consequence of the absorbing na. ture of the event in progress at the feet of YeJasquex To this spot the abject culprit had continued to erawlj mirestrained by the stem command of his tyrant not to approach him, To his knees he clung, though the latter strove I to shake hiin off, and to spurn him away with the members which too heavily swathed and bandaged to suffer him to use them with any efficiency for such a purpose. His pleadings, which were of a sort to move loathing rather than j)ity, produced no feeling of either kind in the breast of Velasquez. They provoked his merriment rather. He grinned as he beheld the writhings of the wretched creature before him. He had a sorry jest for all his contortions. Verily, the Spanish adventurers of that day in America, were a terrible banditti! Of these, Velaspuez was a proper specimen. When his victim aopealed to him for the sake ot his widowed mother at Segovia, he answered: " 1 shall tell her of thy possessions, Lopez; she shall hear of thy elevation. She was always a woman of rare ambition. Did I not know her in her younger days ? Know'st thou not that she once disposed her mantilla so that she might make a captive of me ? Had she done so, verily, it might have been mine own son, for whom this Isle of Lorors hath been found. I shall tell her of thy fortune Lopez. She shall rejoice in thy principality; and it ma}' be, will find her way out to thee, seeking to share in the wealth of thy dominions. Enough now,?take him hence, I tell thee;? Juan, son, wilt thou not see the Prince bestowed upon his empire! I begin to weary of this gratitude. Again the officers approached, and again hesitated?all but Juan?as the cries of the wretched imbecile rang through the vessel, mi :i -n -1:11 i <r?...a j.:.., ???? 1 lit? Sil''"'" " ' JUIU 91111 11uvc miiicjcu u1ii1 lu uigc liis |) . r mercy, but Juan hud no such yieh' -lu.uro, and he knew bettor than they, how profitless were all entreaties. He had resolved, tor his own purfiose, that there should be no relentings in the brutal spirit of Velasquez. He left the side of Maria de Pacheco, at tlie summons of his ancle, and, with his own hand, grappled the victim while ' giving the word to the sailors chosen to assist 1 him, But, rising to his feet, Lopez dashed a- j way from the grasp of his assailant, and once more rushed in supplication to Velasquez.? j His terrors gave him wonderful strength and J a faculty of speech scarcely less wonderful. He was positively eloquent. Never was prayer for mercy more passionate, 1 or more pregnant with the best argument in be- 1 hall" of mercy. They touched all hearts out ' tlie two, alone, whom it had been of any avail to move. These were immovable. Again were his entreaties answered by scurril jest, uiocklng < suggestion and derisive laughter. The taste for ! the sports of the tauridor, who tortures the bull to madness before he bestows the coup degrace, I could alone aiibrd any likeness to the sort of < pleasure which this sea despot enjoyed in the < fruitless agonies of his victim, It was in a sort I of defiance, produced by very shame and de- { spair, that the culprit rose at length to his feet, and folding his arms upon his breast, submitted < to his fate, from which, it was evident that no I degree of humiliation could possibly sufliee to save him. A siuile softened the features of Maria de Pacheco. " It is will!" she niunnured to herself. " A little sooner and the shame would have been spared to both !:1 The victim seemed to hear her accents, tho' not to understand them. He turned a timid glance toward her. but her eye no longer sought his own, .She was conscious that other eyes were then keenly fixed uu both. The bout was declared to be in readiness. The month's store of provisions, accorded by Velasquez, were thrown into her; the spear and the crossbow followed; and the hands of the seamen, appointed to convey "the Maroon," were fastened firmly on his shoulder. He was now subdued to submission, if not reconciled * - 1 '* II ? ? ? I aoi mcnrl 1.5,r. Coif tfi CO (IIS lillC. <1*7 IIO Ulll^tl Ujipuinu iuovm ?v their efforts; and though he stiil spoke the lan- j gunge of entreaty, it was 110 longer addressed to his tyrant. " Oh! inv countrymen, Antonio Pedro?it is 1 you who do n?e tlius?is it you, my country- j men, who help to give mo up to sucli a dreadful doom V j Such was the touching appeal, made to ancient comrades, which the poor wretoh uttered J at the parting moment They looked downward in silence, but did not relax their hold upon him. " And I am to perish on that desolate island; ( and the |>uopIe of my own land leave me to this 1 solitude ? They hear the voice of my prayer, J and shut their ears against it! I am never more " to hear human speech; never more to look upon'Christian face, nor call any man brother or friend. Oh! Spaniards, brothers, friends, countrymen! will you doom me thus? Will you desert me thus to the solitude of tho sea, which is worse than any death, Christians! help me; speak for me; save me !'* There was a moisture in the eyes of tho weather-beaten seamen who stood around lilin. At this moment the woman advanced suddenly and stood before Velasquez. Juan beheld her purpose in her countenance, and whispered as she passed him, " Beware!" She henril, hut cud not tieed the warning, , " Velasquez," she spoke with firmness, "sure- J ly> you have carried this jest far enough. You < cannot mean really to devote this wretched t man to this place of desolation!" i " Jest!" exclaimed the other; " Jest, call you 6 it ? By my faith, but you have very merrily i described a very serious ceremonial. Yet, if t there bo a jest designed ut all, 1 see that it hath 1 been omitted. Ho, Juan, bring forth the guitar J of our Prince. See you that it be slung ubout the neck of Don Lopez, It hnth a band of < crimson?truly, the fitting collar f'or a sever- l eign. It will helphiiu to remember his old songs < when in the enjoyment of his now seigniory, 11 He shall have his ditty and jest together. It i 1 were cruel, Lady mine, to deprive him of that j f which hath been so much hi3 nightly solace! Eh! what say'st thou V' The person addressed recoiled as if from the tongue of the viper. She was silent, unless the thought which moved her lips, "but did not escape in words, might be construed into speech. " At all events -it is but death?but death, after all! He h ith weapons, and the sea rolls at his fet? He hath but to will, and his exile ends in a moment!" Wo shorten a scenp which was only too painfully protracted. The victim was hurried to the boat. His feet pressed the lonely islet of ...L r ? I. l.rt ??\/\/?lr!n/rl tr /tn/ilovn/l lliA Prm/IU W HICH ilU HHS lijui<niu^i y ucuinicu uiv i iiuvv* He stood erect, but not in tbe consciousness of sway. Hi j eyes were flxod upon the vessel from which he was torn, aod in which he saw nothing but the country, the friends, the familliar faces, from which he was forever sundered. He was unconscious of the mocking performance, when Juan deSylva hung the guitar about his ueck. The awkward appendage was no burden to him at such a moment The faces of those who had placed him upon the sands were turned away. The sound of their parting voices had died away upon his ears. The toat was pushed from the shore--?yet he still stood, with a stare of vacant misery in his aspect, upon the spot where they had placed him. Long after the prow of the boat had been turned for the ship, he could be seen in the place, with the ludicrous decoration upon his breast, while, with still uplifted hands, he seemed to implore the sympathy of his comrades and the mercy of his tyrant But of neither was he * t i - r -\x voucnsaieq any proois. mercy was none ? sympathy was powerless to save. Even she! But of her he dared not think! She had been his fate; and though, in his soul, he dare not blame her, yet when she rose to recollection, it was always to provoke a sentiment of bitter, ness which a nobler spirit never could have felt He saw the boat rejoin the vessel. He saw once more her broad sails spread forth to catch the breeze. Gradually, they lessened beneath his gaze. The world which held his soul and his hope, grew smaller and smaller, contracting to a speck, which at length, faded utterly away in the deeping haze which girdled the horizon. Then, when his eyes failed any longer to delude him with a hope, did ho tall prostrate upon the sands, in a swooning condition, which, for the time, wholly and happily obliterated the terrible sense of his desolation. v. It will not be difficult with many persons, to comprehend how a condition of utter solitude should not nccessaril \ produce a sense ot pain, l'o the man of great mental resources, and of a inbit contemplative and thoughtful, such a coalition would he apt rather to suggest ideas of coinplote security and rejwse, which would be friendly to the enjoyment of a favorite indulrenoe. To spirits whom the world has soured ?whom the greedy strifes of men have offend3:1,?men of nice sensibilities and jealous affections, whose friendships have proved false, md wounded?as so many deceitful reeds which have broken and pierced their sides;?to he heart of deep and earnest passions robbed ;?f those upon whom all the heart's affections iave been set;?these, all, might rejoice in an ibode from which the trying services, and vexng necessities, and disquieting obtrusions, of soeial life, were shut out and excluded forever, [iut Lopez tie Levya was not one of these! 1 lie was young, and handsome, and hopeful,and his was his lirst troul.e. The world still loomed )ut before his vision, the gay and songful parai. t i .a! 11 use which youtmiu fancies uescrme it huii.? There were warm passions and eager sympa- 1 hies in his soul still to l>e gratified ; and though 1 .ve may not regard him as a person to whom 1 iffections of any kind were very necessary, yet j lad ho a bosom tilled with those which grow ' rom an intense appetite for praise?which J :ould have their gratification only in a world of J jeings like himself. It would be impossible to 1 Inscribe the utter desolation which possessed 1 ;he bosom of the unhappy wretch when he did 1 inally awaken to realize the fact that he was j eft alone?utterly abandoned by ids comrades, ' ?upon an obscure islet of the Caribbean Sea! ' [t was a long time, iude< before he could ut* 1 erjy conceive his own :tuation?a long time 1 lefore he could porsuauo himselt that the stub- ' )oru and.unrelenting spirit of YcJusaucz had 1 ibsolutoly resolved Uiat such should be liis ' loom. For hours ?until the midnight came ' vith its sad and drooping stars, looking- down 1 rtournfully upon the billows of the ever-chiding ! > > - x i i ii._ I jcean;?until tne aayngnt uuwut-u, mm mc ed sun, rushing up from the eastern waters, ' oso angry and fiery, and blazing down upon ' ho little islet with the fiery glance of a destroy* 1 ng despotfor the first dreary interval, from 1 lun to sun,?he still cherished the hope that his was but a trial of his strength?a cruel ixperiment upon his youth and courage;?and, i ecoverjng from the first feelings of consterna- i ion, when, at sunset, the duskv white sails of I 1 ^ .11 .1! A f. c5,rUt tinj no vessel nuaiiy uisujipcitivu uw.n inhnppy wretch still frittered himself Hint, with i he morning, ho should hail her outline once ; norc upon his horizon, and catch tho glitter of I lor foaming prow coining to las rescue. And rvjth this hope he clung to tho bouch all night. I He slept not?how could lie sleep ( Even for I >110 night how intense was the desolation of t hat scene. There \va3 the eternal sighing and < lioauing of tho sua, which, toward (lie morning, i subsided into calm and slept on, as if still dream- < mr of future temnests. And there were voices i "q ^ ? | ill around hint of strange animals and wild i owl,?sometimes a chirp, as of an insect, and < sometimes the scream of some passionate bird ; < ?and, anon, a great plunge in the waters, as if i >f some mighty beast leaving its place of sleep j ipon the (and, It was among the misfortunes if Lopez do Levy a, that he was iiq hero," und I ill these sounds inspired him with terror. Not < ess terrible to him wore those wild, deep mys,erious eyes of the stars, slowly passing over I him, and looking down, as if to see whether he slept, in their passage to the deep. Never was night and situation so full of charm, yet so full of the awful and the tenable. Beautiful, indeed, surpassingly beautiful and sweet, was the strange wild charm of that highly spiritual mingling of land and ocean;?that small and lovely islet, just rising above the deep, so thoroughly environed by its rocking billows, shone upon by that wilderness of stars; breathed over by that pure zephyr, gliding in with perfume and blessing from the South ; and haunted by unknown sounds, from strange creatures of the j i i 4...1 r sea ana say, who, in a mo ui perpetual ireedom, could never know the feeling of desolation or of exile. But the wild romance and wondrous beauty of the scene, were lost upon the man who had no higher idea of the possessions of the intellectual nature than such as could be drawn from association with his fellow. The region, unoccupied by man, however beautiful in. itself, could bring no joy, no peace to the bosom of the exile. Velasquez knew the real nature of his victim. He well knew that Lopez had no sympathy with the mute existences of sea and sky; of earth and air; aud of those more exquisite essences, which, in such a situation, the imaginative nature would have joyed to conjure up Irom the spiritual world, he thought onlv with terror and reluctance. He did fancy that voices came to him upon the night air;? the voices of men, and in a strange, unusual language;?and he instantly trembled with fears of the cannibal?the anthropophagi, who were supposed, at that |>eriod, to be the only inhabitants of these regions. Cut the night passed over in security. He opened his eyes upon another day, in the solitude of that wild abode, ere yet the sun had wanned with his gay tints the gray mansions of the East. He opened his eyes upon the sou and sky as before. The billows wore rolling slowly away at his feet, in long, low courses, but slighjly lifted by the breezes of the dawn. Vainly were his eyes stretched out over the wa* x- xi xi_ _rxi? .1 icry waste, 111 uie pauiwuy ui uie uepui icu veosel. The vast plain of ocean spread away be. fore him unbroken by a speck; and when tlio sun rushed up visibly into the heavens, and laid bare the whole bright circumference of the deep, for many a league, undarkened by an object? then the conviction of his utter loneliness?his life of future loneliness?forced itself upon the heart of the wretched youth ; and flinging himself once more upon the earth, he thrust his fingers into the sands, and cried aloud in the depth of his agony? " Jesii! it is true!?it is true! '?and I am left ?left by my people,?to perish here alone!" Wo spare his lamentations,?his entreaties, ?as if there were still some human being at hand, who might afford him relief and consolation,?to whom ho might appeal for succor and protection. Prayer he had none. The name of the Deity, of the Savior, and the Virgin, were sometimes upon his lips; but the utter I...KC+...11 ..Ix> I.<t,l konn */ /? 11 afrmtarl ulic^ m'ilo u?lu|vuaij do liv i'du uvwu uuvuuhvimwu to employ* them in more idleness and indifference. Three days passed in which despair had full possession of his faculties. In this time he lay crouching upon the houch during the day, and gazing vacantly in the direction in which the ship had gone. At night lie retreated to higher ground, tilled -with apprehensions of great monsters tit the seu,?of tiie seas themselves,?lest, rising suddenly, endued with a human or a fiendish will, they might gather round him while ho slept, and Lurry him off, be1 ' 1 4 ii yona escape, to men- gioomy auysses. a sumu clump oi' trees afforded him the semblaucc of a shelter. Here lie lay from nightfall to dawn, only sleeping in the utter exhaustion of nature, and suffering, at all other limes, from every sort of terror. Tito stars, looking down through tiie paint leaves overhead, with their mild, sad aspects, seemed to him so many mocking and malignant angels exulting in hjs condition. The moaning of the sea, ami the murmurs of the night wind, were till so many voices of terror appointed to deride lain in his desolation, and impress his heart with a sense of unknown dangers. The rush of great wings occasionally along the shore, or the rustle of smaller ones in the boughs above him?-perhaps of creatures as timid.as himself,?kept him wakeful with constant apprehensions; and, at moments of the midnight, a terrible bellowing, as of some sea beast rising to tho shore, or leaving it with a plunge that echoed throughout the islet,-*-struck a very palsy to his heart, that, for the Lime, seemed to silence nil its vibrations. J?et is leave the miserable outcast, thus suffering [Mill apprehensive, while we return to the inflates of the vessel by whom he was abandoned, VI. He was not wholy abandoned. Maria de Pacheco, the woman, who, like himself, was in some degree a victim also to the will, it' not the tyranny, of Don Velasquez, was not the creature tamely to submit to injustice, however she might prudently seem to do so. Wo need not isk whether there was any real attachment between herself and the poor creature whom we huvo scon "marooned." It is probable that the degree of regard which she entertained for him was small. He was not the man to fix the Affections, to a very larg? extent, of a woman of so proud and fearless a soul. The feebleness which lie had shown, had probably lessen ed the attachment of a heart which in the pos session oi large natural courage ot its own, might well despise that ofono who had displayed so little, hut as little did she love the man ef whom she had become the slave?we may add?almost without her own consciousness, and at the will of auothcr, by whom she had been sold at a early age. Slip was still comparatively young; but with an advanced intelleot, and an experience that left it no longer immature. Born under the burning sky of Andalusia, tutored in the camp of the Gjtano, though not of Ziagaro race, she bad soon acquired an 'intensity of mood which was only, surpassed by her capacity of subduing it to quiet, under a rigid and controlling will. Loathing t.e sway of her tyrant, revolting at his person, she was as little disposed to regard with favor the af- . * factions which had been proffered her, of his more subtle and malignant nephew. The person of Juan de Silva, graceful and showy as it was, could not blind her to his heartiesti vanities, and that dangerous cunning of character, which so admirably co-operated with the mocking and fiendish coldness of his soul. If she had loathed Valasqnez, she feared, as well as * loathed, De Silva ; and feared him the more, as, in possession of the secret of his infidelity to Km nnnln qKo wua mo/la (nlltr OAncoiAiio aC UIO WtUVAWj UUV IT UW J vw ltim?V 1UUJ VVU9^'IVUO VI the truth of his hgasfy that any revelation of it which she might make to the latter, would avail but little against him, Bat, though anxious, she was not the woman to despair! She re* volted too greatly at her own condition of restraint, bondage and denial, to yield even temporarily to despondency. In the moment that saw her feeble and wretched lover consigned to the lonely islet of the Caribees, she made a secret resolve to avenge bi3 fate or to peril her own person upon her vengeance. She clearly had no absorbing passion for the victim. It was evident that she.could still maintain a prudent restraint upon her feelipgs at the moment of their greatest trial-but the highest and proudest heart needs something for affection? some other one upon which to lean for syuipatny? and which, at least, makes a show of respousive interest in its affections. It was thus that she had turned a willing ear to the nrofessed devotion of Looez de Levva.?to his tastes and his gentleness, contrasting as {bey did with the brutality of all around her, and making her somewhat indifferent to his feebleness of will and laok of courage, But she had not fancied his imbecility to be so great aathe hour of trial had shown it Though scorning his weakness, she sympathized in his cruel destiny. The respite which had been given him from death, by the capricious tyranny of Velas. quez, suggested to her mind a hope ofbis future ovtrnntinii FnnH had Wn laft witli him unfR. cient for a month. What might not be done in that gpace of time, by a subtle thought and a determined spirit ? In a moment, Maria do Pncheco had her plans conceived, and her soul nerved to the prosecution of a single purpose. But she had an opponent, not less subtle than herself, in the person of Juan de Silvu; and the keen, scrutinizing eye which he fixed upon her, as she turned from the spot upon which Lopez had been left, seemed to denote an instinct eon. ception of the purpose whieh had passed that very instant through her souL But she was not discouraged by this fear. " Well," said he in a whisper, "yon see see how hopeless is the struggle!" What is left for you, but?" aud a smile of mixed fondness and significance closed the sentence. The ready expression of the woman's face was made to accord happily with the single word with which she furnished an equally expressive conclusion : " Death!" " No! no !*' said be.:. " You will not die? you shall not! You shall live to be far more truly the mistress of the Dian de Burgos, than she finds you now. Why should we lie enemies Maria i" " Beware! your uncle's eye is upon ns!" He turned away, and this single sentence, ns it seemed to denote a disposition to make a secret between thorn, brought a fresh hope to the soul of the young man. He smiled, and glided to his uucle. Maria smiled also, but it was with a sterner feeling?not a less hopeful one, perhaps, but one in which bitterness was a much more positive ingredient than delight. " I must baffle Aw vigilance," she muttered to herself. "He only need be feared, and he must be met and vanquished! Ay! but how ! How! 1 must manage this?and I will!" . .\llAumil KJc iH-ifronfitirr form no vIlA J.Xl'1 UJVO IV/UV?rv<v? *M?-? lyvivituu^ *w??m ww spoke They uoted quickly the jaunty air of self conceit which marked his movements; they scorned the showy und quaintly cut garments which he wore, and the profuse decorations of his neck and breast?and the quick instincts of the woman at once suggested an answer to her doubts. " How, but through his vanity ? He would be loved, as he would be admired and watched, Well!?he ahall be loved, loved as he desires! The task is a hard one enough truly?but it shall be done ! J nan de tsilva, you shall be loved, You. at least, shall believe it?vou will believtt it; and this will suffice J" In this she expressed a portion of her policy.. It will 1 o all that we need to show at present. How she pursued this policy, by what constant, hourly practices, by what adroit feminine arts, and with what fixedness of purpose, need only be suggested. The details would bo too numerous. But she was encouraged to perseverance by success. She bad reason to believe tli.if cJn> 11in 1 eiiiM'.fipftfid in ilU.-mniui/ the ieal. ousjes, mid iu awakening tiie hopes, of her enemy, They both maintained a judioious regard for the exactions of Velasquez; hut there were hours when lie slept, or when he suffered, when they might throw aside their caution, and speak together without fear or interruption. It is hv no means strange that the most artful should be imposed upon by arts sijok as he himself employs, Hut what is so blind as vanity ? What creature so easily baited as the self-worshipper, u hen the food tendered him is that which in. I'.ronsos his love of self. To make such a one satisfied with himself, is most surely to gain his couiidcntte i? you?to persuade him that he is us much an object of your idolatry as of his own, is to obtaiu access to tho few open jive, nues which conduct to his a flections. (to BE CONTtNWCp.) In naturo there's no blemish but tlio mindt none can be called deformed but the uiiHhld.