The Sun.
London, England, 1829-11-02 00:00:00

the 'Nimble Terrace, covered with wounds, as if he had
tither fought desperately with his murderers, or they bad
Wantonly mangled his body with repeated stabs. There
were strong reasons for supposing, too, that the fatal en-
tnnnter had not taken place where the body was found,
hut that it had been brought there after life was extinct ;
as there was a track of blood through the garden, and for
considerable distance along the unfrequented road which
led to the villa.
" Suspicion naturally fell upon Malavolti, who was im-
mediately arrested. He denied the crime laid to his charge,
sad demanded to know the alleged proofs of his guilt.
But the compendious principles of criminal jurisprudence
which regulated the Neapolitan tribunals, were too wel
adapted for the gratification of powerful malignity, to
protect less powerful innocence. The family of Brit-
torno was potent in its wealth, in its alliances,
and in its influence ; and the trial of Malavolti was
so conducted, as to secure that decision front his judges,
tvhich had been already bargained for by his prosecutors.
tre was found guilty upon the negative evidence of his own
inability to disprove his guilt. Sentence of death wa,
Pia's". Malavolti appealed to the superior court. Grey
"ends and wrinkled brows, clothed in scarlet and ermine,
itent through the solemn plausibility of revising a decree
which they never intended to reverse; and Malavolti had
the consolation of knowing that all the forms of justice had
been duly observed, in grave mockery of all its essential
Djineip'es, and its fundamental spirit. Ile was ordered to
executed at the expiration of three weeks."
While in prison, awaiting the anguished ex-
pectancy of his execution, Malavolti is constantly
visited by his mother, who, after much affecting
entreaty, persuades him, not so much by reason
aby a sense of her maternal sacrifice for him,
to abandon his purpose of suicide which he had
meditated, to escape from the shame of a public
death ; he yields to her with the proud resigna-
tion of conscious but burning innocence, and
emphatically:. says--,, It is idle now to talk of
cancelled oaths, made to any own heart in the
460ilyof s4ame, as I contemplated the ignomi-
t"us scene of a public execution:"—
th, " The scaffold was erected about a hundred yards from
e Walls of the prison. It was a beautiful summer morn-
'rig, and the sun shone with all the brilliant radiance,
and the air fanned upon his pallid cheek as he passed
Int° its with all the balmy softness, of the Italian cli-
lhate.
-tie assembled crowd was numerous; but of the
;awry thousands who were there collected, not one ven-
,T.e,4 t" ditturb the thrilling silence of the scene. 'gala-
_
t Iti surveyed the multitude; and again his face was
hlushed for a moment, while his knitted brow, and the
ItaughtY gathering up of his body, proclaimed that one last
rnggie with himself, one expiring rally of mere earthly
Pssion) was throbbing in
.his heart. But it
was soon
"err and be ascended the scaffold with the calm demean-
Cur of a man in whom the fear of death had passed away.
" The last offices of religion were performed by Ansel-
'°°, who had retired a few paces from the block ; the ex-
t'i'sutinner stood ready with his axe ; and Malavolti was in
'eact of kneeling down, after having requested the
Pheadsmanfort,, not to srtike till he gave the signal, by stretching
osh his hand, when a voice from the crowd exclaimed,
I°P 1' Malavolti either heard it not, or supposed it was
pn.me other cry, for he knelt down, while the assistants
sZceded to place him in the proper position, when the
In "ice, in a louder and frantic tone, was heard again.
Ti...nneent! Innocent!' it cried, or rather screamed.
141 T words were instantly repeated by a thousand tongues,
" the air resounded with tumultuous shouts of ' Irmo-
iriemnetl lo,nocent ! ' The scene that followed at once sub-
,nd
vann.iterrific. Malavolti raised himself on one knee,
Sri h'"e" wildly round, as if suddenly aroused from some
congf tful dream. The officers of justice, mistaking the
usiT for a desperate attempt at rescue, laid hold of
bloc'kaeu endeavoured to force his head down again to the
both while the executioner, grasping the axe firmly in
tek hands, with a ferocious look, stoo in an attitude to
sto the fatal blow, the moment there was room for him
rilwield the instrument. The populace hooted, groaned,
ed--antid loud and louder cries of " Innocent!
lurder ! Brittorno ! Brittorno!'
( "Malavolti, with a giant's strength, wrested himself
root these who were struggling to hold him, and like a
ttianiae, sprung at the throat of the executioner, who had
'ha_jaetl his axe to fell him where he stood. The people,
7arin-
g down all opposition, rushed forward ; Malavolti
Zia the executioner rolled together on the platform, the
Otter streaming with blood froM a wound inflicted witb
"n axe in falling, when, just at that moment, a man
ivas gtrn forcing his way through the crowd, and ascend-
07,4tert of the scaffold. It was the Count Brittorno
his ll' • Ile Was enveloped in a black cloak, his hat off,
tb_. eatures distorted with agony, and exclaiming in a voice
at res
Look °Lindell above the wild roar of the multitude—
„„ " me! look on me ! lam Brittorno—Malavolti
of h7.,oeent
The eye of Malavolti caught one glimpse
aVar t:
Per"; and bursting into an hysterical laugh, he
r):-nod in the arms of the Padre Anselmo. A tremend-
wolthout of exultation burst from the populace, which
li,ncitePeated with deafening violence when they saw the
tias Malavolti firmly grasped in that of Brittorno, who
"eeling by his side."
• ‘‘
The. Cruise of his Majesty's ship Torch"
dip to be recommended for its brevity, and
Landlanie wit of the cook's broken leg. "My
v
ad and her Lod ers" having now reached
baker's
thirteen to theg dozen, must be cur ex-
cuse for not weighing each " particular roll : suf-
'ct lee it, that all smack of the same original flour.
4Autobiography" is too interesting to be mo.
estlY recommended, except to men of gallantry
4141 courtly dames. " Sorting my Letters," it
Reim' •
is
singularly excellent. " Considers-
ens
on the Law of Divorce" has almost fright-
to proceed, and we therefore stop short,
st °I..
r considerations might carry us too far in
(ar ,(3:1/1' Domestic Policy," the title of the next
nele, with the singular appendix of " No. 1.,"
xa rather ominous. The merits of the re-
ttiai •
ig articles may be guessed from their titles
\"
of Wordsworth"—"
Essay on the Theory and the Writings
•vorusworth"—" Political Econoiny," the
third
- (and we hope the last time)—" Africa"—
',good article on the " Character of the Eng-
14h
Scots, and Irish"—" Mr. Sadler and the
bdinbe
utit
urgh Review—and " Italian Sonnets,"
Ale Noctes;" and they are not missed in
:istied excellence of this number.

MONTHLY MAGAZINE.
Throb r_
tespect- 3 Shout this number, which in every other
4 8 unexceptionable, we have, for the bun-
.ttedtll time, the stale old story of Catholic
P4l:encipation. In the article under the im-
-I°s.llhg head of,, The Political State of England
,o 1" turope," the panic of 1825 is, by a process
.ettrrlascining' worthy of the logicians of St. Luke,
lids-"'ut4l(l to the growing influence of Catho-
tCt'l in the councils of Government. Were
e but Virit of this vehement piece of declamation
,
equal to its style, it would be a first-rate
tr,"Noction. Unfortunately, however, its poli-
o ere so desperately bad, that no charm of
'quence, however vivid, or however varied, can
Pt°4BiblY render it acceptable. We gladly turn
a more gracious subject :—" The Lord
4 ay°t's Day " is a lively, fanciful description of
4.;;17 important epoch in the London year.
pun Priests in General, and Irish Priests in
:.ttieular," possesses much truth, mixed up
IiLA much prejudice and ill-nature. We dis-
e Wholesale abuse, even among the worst sects
is a ways
something to admire, something
0
-*_°?thy of consideration ; but the present writer
unmeasured in his condemnation of the Ca-
Mic Clergy. It is but fair to add, that his
t:nen of a Popish sermon (too good we sus-,
ilidt. to be true) abounds in rich, broad humour,
amply' relay peruSal.. " Homer, the