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/ Written for the Georgia Collegian. / THE DEATH ALLIANCE, BY HALUL SKRAPS. CHAP. I. Washington, D. C., ) May 30th, 1860. J Olivia : I am coming home to claim you. Why should you defer the coteksum mation of the fondest hopes of my life? Why so proud ? why so arifcbi tious? Why do you expect me to carve my name so high in the tem ple of' Fame, ere I make you my bride ? If you love me, (and you say you do,) wait not until the cares of a professional life enervate my youth and dispel every tinge of its wonted rorpance and generous sym pathy. My prospects are flattering; but my ambition is not to make a name, but to be happy. Give up your schemes of an alliance by which you may hope to humiliate the ones mies of your youth. Let the prime impulses of yonr true and noble na. ture control you, and thus bring to your heart. Your own betrothed, Douglass Stewart. r But a few days intervened between the Writing o#the above, and Doug- LasyStewart’s departure for Crystal Dak*-, his hom& in the Land ©f FiSw-. crs.| Douglass Stewart, a true son of Southern chivalry, at nineteen, enter ed the bar under the charge of a su rior practitioner in the capital city of the Bepublic. His manly bearing, bis quick, impulsive nature, and his bright, intelligent eyes, stamped him as a man of action and promise.— Olivia was an adopted child of the Stewart family; an Italian beauty, whom Douglass had rescued from the remains of a wrecked vessel, years before, on the Florida coast, near his own sea side homo. Association had endeared them to each other, until friendship had ripened into love.— Olivia, who in her earliest childhood it was supposed, had had instilled into her the splendor and importance of a noble alliance, even when won by the young Floridian, had not abandoned all hopes of perfectiug her patriotic schemes.for the deliverance of her downtrodden country. Henco she had urged him to enter upon his duties as a pleader. Douglass went to Washington; toiled and rose.— Wearied of long absence, he deter mined to go home, claim his betroth ed, and then return to the pursuit of his studies with the feelings and res olutions of a man and a citizen. To this end, he wrote the foregoing let** ter as a forerunner of his coming. He came, but as he approached his lovely Southern home, he saw no in THE GEORGIA COLLEGIAN. dications of festivity. He under-* stood; and when they met it was to part. He pleaded and remonstrated —but in vain. She replied : ‘ I love you, Douglass; but I love my country too. Beturn, and be»* come her liberty’s champion.’ ‘1 go, Olivia ; not to Italy’s but to the frontiers of my own dear South. There I hope to win a proud, ambitious heart, or find a reckless soldier’s grave.' Farewell. 1 ’ CHAP. 11. The tocsin of war resounded. One hundred true Southern hearts rallied around the noble youth, and asked him to lead* them to their country’s altar, there to be sacrificed on the shrine of her liberty. Captain’ Douglass Stewart, first on Virginia’s hard fought fields and then on the blood-stained plains of tl>e West, was ever found foremjjt'st amongst the columns advancing do the dread affray. In onslaught and charge, his towering form was seen far in advance—leading bis men, on the enemies’ lines. At Shiloh, his bravery was so con spicuous as to attract the notice and admiration of the commanding Gen eral. At one juncture of the strug gle, he became so daring and reck less as to excite the greatest alarm among his devotod troops, aafe&y. Ife had left hte command far behind and was rapidly advancing to a party of the enemies’ cavalry.— Angelo Fontaine, his bosom friend and Lieutenant, knowing that he sought death or a dear bought victo ry, rußhed to bis rescue. Ere Fon taine reached him, he had shot dead two of the cavaliers, but the others were bearing down on him with their merciless sabres. His arm was al ready shattered, and he was fast giv ing way when Fontaine arrived— turned the tide of battle, seized his friend and bore him in triumph back to his command, and thence to the rear. Capt. Stewart in company with his friend, Angelo Fontaine, went to his home on the coast of Florida. For weeks he lay midway between life and death. A mother’s pride was turned to weeping, and Olivia’s pray ers for fame and glory to heart-ren ding petitions for the salvation of her beloved Douglass. The crisis came and went. He lived. In the first moments of con sciousness ho called for Olivia, whom he asked : ‘ Will you tfiarry me ?* ‘ I will, Douglass, so sure as the Great Jehovah spares your devoted life.’ ‘ Then I’ll live.’ His convalescence was wonderful ly rapid. The presence of the queen ly Olivia acted like a charm. Her dark, Italian eyes were talismans and frightened away the monster, dis ease. But as he became stronger and stronger, it was noticed that Olivia became less fond, less tender. Did she not love him ? O, yes; but shelved her country too. Her am bition expelled every true and nobler affection from her troubled heart; and when asked by Douglass to name the day of their nuptials, she dioj..Bot command, but begged that he would again seek and fight for the applaiisefpf his country and nation. And he said, •* Withy'dn as my bride, I could have fought for my country’s liberty; I go now;; without ypu, to seek my own, in de&th !* He rejoined his regiment as Colo ■> nel Stewart.' liis promotion was be stowed i}? eptasideratfon of honorable and daring Service Kt the battle of Shiloh; iFdfca year and more, he led his bjeloved troops in the onset, he himself frequenting the thickest of the fight, until the terrible shock came that rent asunder the mighty ariiues, and'snapped in twain many heart-strings. Col. Stewart, having failed'to meet his death, now, in a moment of desperation, thought of |alling bis men together, and swear them never to lower their arms until every drop of life’s blood had been spilled. But, appreciating the con jyjpri of paopUy-be* dismissed them, -and prepared to leave his-native South. Angelo Fontaine learning his resos hition, came to his friend and press ed him to go with him tp his Italian home, saying; ‘ There you can wait in my home at Florence, beneath our sunny sky, until the storm of revolution has passed from your persecuted coun try; there you can have leisure to paint and read and sketch; there you can find other Italian beauties, and those who are less ambitious; and.you, by your true chivairic spi rit, can revive our drooping Yiolante, who, for years, has grieved the loss, in the merciless waves, of her only sister. Come with me.’ The invitation of Fontaine was gladly accepted. Col. Stewart has tily prepared to depart; but before he lauched for the foreign shore, he dictated to his mother the following letter: 1 Depr Mother^ ‘ Were there fione at homo but yoUjjE would come to you ; but she whom I love is there, and looks to me for liurels to adorn her brow. I go to win them. Ere this reaches you, 1 will be sailing for Italy. There I hope to learn something of Olivia’s family. Address me at Florence.— Until then, adieu. Your affectionate son, * ™ Douglass/ CHAP* 111. Six fleeting months have passed away. It is a summer night in Flo rence. A canoe, containing two forms, floats on the waters. The stars shimmer and shiver on the Flo rence river. ‘ Sing, Yiolante !’ ‘ Os what, Douglass?’ ‘ Your lost sister, Yiolante; it will attest the truth of our hearts’ be trothal to night.’ And the violet-eyed Italian did sing. |>he improvised as if her lost sister looked down upon her from the stars of heaven. ‘Your sister’s name, Yiolante ?’ ‘Olivia.’ ‘ ’Tis she. Where was she lost?’ ‘ On the American coast.’ ‘Yiolante, your sister lives. She •is in my mother’s home.’ Douglass dispatched that he, with Olivia’s sister, would reach Florida by the next passing vessel. They came. Crystal Lake rejoiced with happy guests, to celebrate the re-union of mother, sister and broth er. ‘Mother, Olivia, brother, here ia Yiolante, my affianced bride.’ A deathly pallor suffused the face of the once proud, but now humbled, Olivia. ‘ I wronged him; and this ia -my reward!’ said she, and fell senfeelese i, t£ktilo floor. > , jwnnm Olivia was borne to irfr room, where for days, in her delirium, she gave vent to her despair. But when consciousness returned,.she baeame more resigned. Love had supplanted Ambition. At last, it became evident that she was sinking. She calls for Douglass and Yiolante. They stand before her. ‘Yiolante, sister, dear/ said she, ‘ I have sacrificed him to Ambition ; I now sacrifice myself to Love. I loved him, but deserved him not; yon lovs him, and deserve him too.’ . She then placed Violante’s hand in his, and said— ‘ Douglass, I have wronged you.— Forgive me. I still aspire, not to a worldly alliance, but an eternal one. I have courted Death ; he awaits me; Igo to his embrace. Farewell!’ And she died. ' f' ...Old Billy W was dying.Lte was an ignorant man, and a .vef wicked one. Dr. D , an excellent physician, and a very pious man, jfvas Attending him. The old feltow&sk** ed for bread. The doctor approach ed the bedside, and in a very /olemn tone, remarked: My dear fellow, man caAnot live by bread alone. / No, said the old fellowJslightly re viving; he’s bleeged to mave a few wegetables. The subjqfct was drop ped. j *..DoeB the Collector of the Port of New York coffee/much else ? 7