Clotelle; Or, The Colored Heroine, a tale of the Southern States; Or, The President's Daughter

clouds, and the thunder, accompanied with vivid flashes of lightning, resounded

in the carriage. Little, however, did she think that it was his wife. With a smile, Isabella met the young man as he entered her litt

that the lady was one of your relatives," led him to believe that she was still in ignorance of his marriage. She was, in fact, ignorant who the lady was who accompanied the man she loved on that eventful day. He, aware o

can hold you, and if there was, I would not resort to it. You are as dear to me as ever, and my thoughts shall always be devoted to you. It would be a great sacrifice

ossessed his love but her. Oh, what falsehood and d

in tears. Although he had never satisfied Gertrude as to who the quadroon woman and child were, he had kept her comparatively easy by his close attention to her, and by telling her that she was mistaken in regard to the child's calling him "papa." His absence th

and the anxiety with which she watched all his movements, kept the wife awake while the husband slept. His sleep, though apparently sound, was nevertheless uneasy. Again and again she heard him prono

n of little or no feeling, proud, peevish, and passionate, thus making everybody miserable that came near her; and when she disliked any one,

er for not having informed her sooner, and immediately determined to find out who the woman and child were that G

, she saw Henry walking in the direction of where the quadroon was supposed to reside. Being satisfied that the young man had not seen her, the old woma

he cottage occupied by Isabella. It was a fine starlight night, and the moon was just rising when they got to

rgies to it. As Michael Angelo, who subjected all things to his pursuit and the idea he had formed of it, painted the crucifixion by the side of a writhing slave and

s upon surrounding objects as Henry stepped from

ar; it is now

door. As Henry walked to the gate, Isabella followed with her l

ust

mured Isabella, as he folded her convulsively in his ar

nd now inquired of her mother how long her father had been gone. At that instant, a knock was heard at the door, and supposing that it was Henry retu

at this late hour?" demanded

. Miller pushed the quadroon

t here?" again d

ng that her object would be better served by seeming to be kind, she as

been married for more than two years. Seized with dizziness, the poor, heart-broken woman fainted and fell upon the floor. How long she remained there she could not tell; but when she returned to consciousness, the

r a still more golden hue. Suddenly another change came over her features, and her full red kips trembled as with suppressed emotion. The muscl

mother's temples with cold wat

After being separated from her mother and sister, Isabella turned her attention to the subject of Christianity, and received that consolation from the Bible w

ried to make herself believe that the whole of the past night was a dream, and deter