The Texas Republican. (Brazoria, Tex.), Vol. 1, No. 13, Ed. 1, Saturday, October 25, 1834 Page: 1 of 4
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BRAZOKI i SATURDAY OCTOBER 25 1834.
(NUMBER 13.
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CONTENTMENT.
Sweet child of Virtue calm Content
Friend of the lowly hear my cry;
Who tun'st the dart by sorrow sent
And sootli'st the rugged brow of poverty.
Day morn awakes her wanton gale
To kissthe sweets of every mead;
Soft dews impearl the verdant vale
And Tently bend the cowslip's silken head.
Yerw iiaaJJuxx vain blossoms the. scenes
In vain the sylvan warbler sings;""3""'"
In vain the dale is clothed in green;
In vain the spicy shrub soft odor flings.
Come then sweet maid bid tronble cease
And here thy heavenly sisters bring
Light Cheerfulness and white rob'd Peace
Teach woe to smile and betiding toil to sing.
She hears she comes she cheers my breast.
And adds fresh lustre to the view;
How richly now the tulip's drest
How sweet the little violet's milder hue.
Yes! place me where the cold wind blows
With her the storm I will not dread;
O'er all a sunny robe she throws
And twines the wreath of spring for winter's head.
WRITTEN AT THE GRAVE OF A SLANDERER.
Lo here where loathsome toads on poison feed;
U'here reptiles with corruption dwell;
And where uncultur'd thrives each deadly weed:
Here sleeps the SlaiuTrer child of hell.
No tears of friendship dew tha dreary grave
That screen from human eye his dust:
For here e'en frenzi'd furies wildly rave
And loud pronounce his name accurst.
But round his grave at mid-night's solemn hour-
The ghosts of murdered reputations bleed:
And loud ten thousand execrations pour
On b'm below who did the dairmed deed.
Tea o'er his grave the nightly hooting owl
Oft rends the air with frightful screams
To warn mankind that here fell daemons prowl;
That herer bell's lurid lightnings gleam.
Here may the wolf and tiger find a home
And panthers for a shelter fly:
For here doth human foot seldom roam
And mercy passes heedless by.
For him uo bard shall swell the song of praise
Tune his harp to minstrelsy;
But o'er his grave shall fiends the grey stone raise
And this his epitaph shall be
Lo here where .loathsome toads on poison feed
Where reptiles with corruption dwell
And where uncultur'd thrives each deadly weed
Here sleeps the sland'rcr child ot hell.
FVTHH Ell EUSTACIO.
A Portuguese Legend
BY THE AUTIIOROF "LORD MORC.VR OF HERHWARD."
" Jo n'avois plusd'amante il mc fallut un Dicu."
Is one of the most beautiful provinces of Portugal stands a con-
vent in itself an obicct of beauty from its exquisite architecture
on.! rnnrlnrml lmililv niiori''vi. fmm the almost uncnualled lovcli-
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ness ot its situation. Let the imagination revei amia grou3 ui
oranc-trccs laden at once with fruit flower and perlumc amid
tracks of the dark olive and pine relieved by the fragrant and live-
ly foliage of the myrtle and geranium alleys of lemons and cit-
rons bowers ofroscs and springs and rills ofthc coolest and fresh
est water yielding nature's own mirror to the clinging tufts of vi-
olets and wild lilios which blossom spontaneously on their margin
let it do all this and yet it will scarcely trace on its own tablet
the luxuriant landscape. On the southern side ot the convent be
neath a hill gay with its belt of timber and its laughing vineyard !
stood the Quinta d'as Lagramas; but I am premature in thus dcsig- j
natin" it the name ofthe "Villa oftoars" wasgien to it alter that
of which I am about to tell had taken place.
In this convent dwelt the mysterous Father Enstacio. The mo-
nastic robe of while serge fell round his tall and graceful form in
folds better suited to the real purple: the crown of his head vr.
shaven; but tho raven curls clustered richly round a bro w high
and smooth as marble and the dark fiery eye and the scornful
smile which discovered tcwh like eastern pearls yet told ot ;
world he had vowed to renounce for ever. He was a Spaniard
the brotherhood themselves knew no more; he had made rich of-
ferings at the shrine iiftho patron saiiUof their order; c had bro-
ken the wcapan which he wor.it his arr'unl on the steps ofthe al-
tar and trampled his dark pluiTto beneath his feet on. the threshold
he had withdrawn a rich jewel from his neck and laid it al the feci
ofthe Madonna (Xossa Senora da Piudade:) and he had finaltj tu-
ken the vows of the order and become to appearance like the
rest of the community a mere creature of mechanism and
naoii. .
Hut no one followed Enstacio to his narrow cell no ear drank
in the low sounds which escaped from his overcharged spirit in his
solitude no eye beheld the contempt with which he hurled from
him the eficiniiiato habit of the brotherhood none looked on him
in his paroxysms of emotion when with clenched hands fixcj
teeth and starting eyeballs he stood in the midst of his confined
appartmentlike athmg or stone and then sprang as it were into
life so suddenlvthat evrey nerve quivered and every vein swelled
almost to bursting; when his heart heaved as though he had not
space even for existence his hand instinctively sought to grasp
a weapon which he wore no longer and then fell listlessly at his
side none heard the soul-fraught groan that followed as he sank
down with his face buried in hisspread palms and spent the night
gazing unconsiously at the dim lamp that lit up the misshappen al
tar the rude crucifix and the grinning skull which were tne turni-
turc of his cell.
It was the festival of their patrou saint and one of the brether-
hood watched by his shrine all night: Eustacio won permission
from the prior be to that one;& the vesper chanted and the twilight
mass said and the monks uttered their orisons at the shrine and
denarted. and Eustacio was alone. He looked around him and
smiled. There was ataper dimly lighting up the figure of the saint
and the holy lamp which is never extinquishcd al tne altar ot tne
sacramen to shed its faint light over a limited space and left the
rest ofthe vast edifice in darkness. No sound was there save the
fall of his own footsteps as he strode thiough the murky aisle.
Twice had he traversed it and returned to the shrine he watched;
a third time he paced" its solemn length and approached the altar;
but now he started and the blood sprang to his brow while he pas-
sed his hand over his eyes questioning the evidence they gave him.
Kneeling there with her veil thrown back and disclosing her pure
and pallid beauty was a female whose mantle of sable velvet fell a-
round her in large and heavy folds; jewels were in her hair and on
her arms and the very missal in her small hand was clasped with
a rich gem. Her lips moved noiselessly and she seemed so ab-
sorbed in her devotions that she had not heard his approach. Eu-
stacio stood like one entranced a thousand recollections pressed
upon his spirits his dark blue eyes flashed fire his breast heaved
yet he stirred not. The prayer was ended the lady rose to de-
part and started on discovering the monk. Eustacio gazed upon
her as her features were fully releaved by the taper which burnt
before the shrine of the saint. She was beautiful; but it was a
proud nalc beauty which sorrow seemed to be wasting though it
had failed to destroy. Her form was slight and graceful as the
sweep f the river willow. Something that lady read in the coun-
tenancc whereon she gazed which forbade fear for in an instant
she stood calmly and almost proudly before him. The monk re.
maincd like a stature rivetted to the spot.
"Holy father!" she commenced in a tone so rich and deep that
it died away down the long aisle ofthc chapel like the last note of
the vesper organ.
"Scarce saint enough for the first or reverend enough for the
second lady" murmured the monk as though he brooked not tho
address from such lips; and the dark eye flashed and the rich blood
mantled in the proud brow; "and yet other epithets become me
not even from beauty."
There was questioning in the look which was turned on him as
he spoke but he replied not to it by casting still father back tho
cowl which had partially shaded his face and erecting his fine
person yet more loftily. Hut there needed nqt words to tell the
hustrt of the lady that it was possible even yet to forget the cowl
.mil rosary and to look on him as a man not as a monk; pa ion
was tiiere m the eye and on the lip passion ofthc the wo. id's
uirth which the chill ofthc cloister had failed to displace: und there
was pride in tlic neaving ot" the serge-ciau utj -- -vsr.sii
of the enveloped figure even in the grasp of the tinoly-f.iraned
white hand which drew more gracefully together the fjhJs of the
coarse habit. For all this one glance sufficed. Never had the la-
dy looked on such a face and form within those walls never ou a-
ny with the feeling which now pressed upon her heart- Slowly
and silently she drew from her bosom a small golden key and ad
justing it to a concealed lock in an ornamented pannel ofthe shrine
a narrow door fell back aud raising a lamp from the ground sht.
turned one long fixed look on the monk and retreated closing the
door as she withdrew. Long stood Eustacio gazing after her a3
though he deemed that she would re-appear; but she came no more
that night.
Thenceforward the piety of Father Eustacio became a proverb
among the brotherhood. His nights were no longer spent in sleep
lie kept holy vigils when the world was buried in slumber. There
was something in the departing look of the mysterous visitant of
the chapel which had assured him that she went not for ever and
the assurance was verified. Night after night she trod the secret
passage from her own sunny home to the convent shrine; and Eu-
stacio heard her tale of sorrow; and she breathed it as she sat on
the marble step ofthe altar where they had first met; and the hand
of the monk wiped away the few large drops which fell as she
murmured it in his ear. It was a simple and a sad tale. Her fa-
ther had vowed her to a hated union and she pined in soul while
she won by supplication frequent but short delays. Then came
the time of her hated suitor and the cowled listener started from
her side aud clenched his hands and ground his teeth as he mur-
mured out.
"Tis he! 'tis he?-tthe murderer of my sister the hunted one of
my hate whom I pursued until ray soul sickened that it found him
not and in despair vowed itself away to a cloister that it might
moulder into inanity and forget. But think not that I have forgot-
en. Harken to me Inez" and he drew towards his agitated lis-
tener who had already risen and stood before him "hearken to
me: I could not forget! The cell the cowl and the cloister they
are not the the anodynes I madly thought them they bring no
Lethe I am still AdriaD duke of while I strive only to be a
monk' I am still the brother of the dead Carlotta while I thought
only to throw olf the world and the world's ties- Dare not to mar-
ry him ! Listen but to one vow from his polluting lips and the
curse of thy crime be on thee! Blood is there upon his hand
though he may stretch it to thee in gentleiicss-poison in his breath
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