The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-05-01

the stranger rushed forward to sustain
her. Now was my time-with one hand
was at his throat. saw his glance of
establishment; heard my wife's scream
of terror I; / heard but one sound more
his groan--as, with my poniard in his
heart, he rolled in dying commissions a.
silence. Of the three who had just been
fevered and glowing with the most vivid
of our nature, there were now left but
three statues.
"a blaze of lightning that wrapped us
all, as il the King of Evil had come on
his fiery chariot TO exult over his finish
ed work, showed me for the Grst time,
the features ofthe stranger. What was
my wonder was my prescrver, my
gallant comrade, the Hungarian! But he
had died for his crime, and in that thought
/ was comforted. Fool, and slave that I
was exalted myself into minister Of
divine justice, which, existing before all
law, strike the criminal in his most tri-
umphant hour, embitters the blow by the
suddenness of divorce from all that he
loves, and proudly yindicates Heaven,
without the tardy formalities of man.
"From this waking trance was rous-
ed by voice at my side. 1t was Sep
timia's. She pronounced me murder
or, and stained with innocent blood.
She was, like myself, an ardent, power
fnl, sensitive being, whose mature had
been suppressed by long sorrow; but it
now burst forth. She pronounced me
hateful to her sight, slave of jealous
fury, and merciless ihirster after blood.
Taking the dead hand ofthe unfortunate
Hungarian, she kissed it, and pledged
herself before heaven and the dead, never
TO associate with me, never to hold coun-
sci, never TO pronounce my name more.
l stood and listened to all. Then came
the tale. The Hungarian was her first
love, and to my sorrow, her only love.
They had been bound TO each other by
the most solemn vows, until my ill-omeu-
ed passion at once overthrow his hopes.
She would have fled with him, aud glad
ly exchanged opulence and rank for his
humble fortunes but his high and gen.
erous spirit revolted against this sacrifice.
fnsulted by her family, and fearful of
bringing to poverty her whom he could
endow only with his heart, lie left her
presence altogether, and disappeared.
Her next tidings ofhim were that he was
! dead, in the service of Russia, and his
scarf and sword were sent to her as IA
dying remembrance. He had fallen in
AN engagement with the Turks In Bes-
sarabia. She had now nothing TO hope
for on earth and in listlessness and cold
ness, she gave way to the will of her rela-
. tives, and suffered herself to be welded
to me. All this was told with the quick
ness Of the lightning that flashed round
us, aud with almost the wthering power.
The Hungarian had constructed this tale
Of death to set Septimia at liberty and
then in human weakness, had longcd to
be near her once again, before he died.
lie had returned to Austria, entered the
service unknown, and fingered only until
he could see, with his own eyes, that she
was happy with her husband. For
years she had not seen him until tha,
night, even then by chance; and the
words that passed between them were
only those Of final farewell.
II wanted nothing of all this to know
that was miserable; but SeptImia was
, too like myself, to part with tho cup Of
!. misery while it could hold single dror
) more. Her reproachcs were terrible
her taunts went to my souh i felt the
f, native devil within me. commanded
her to be silent, to spare me, to spare
s herself, 1t was all in vain. She wa.
5 like myself, an Italian, and restraint wa'
Lac haI H,.tl q L..
: feebleuess timidity Of the sex. Sin
heaped reproaches on me shat foil like
i Goals Of fire upon my head, shocked will
: wonder, almost with awe, on the mag
. nihcent Indignation aud naughty despai
l of creature who, but the hour before
!. was all submission, all tears and tender
d ness, all calm, cold duty. She nov
n lowered in the strength Of the thwarte'
c love her very nature seemed to have re
h ceived a sudden exaltation; her voic
m was rich, solemn and powerful; her ey,
l. sat on me Hike q conscience, and pene
g trated me with an intense and agonizin
d keenncss. i felt myself unequivocall
bowed down before her majesty ofwratt
g Writling through every fibre, and tosse
nf by frenzy Of passion that tortured IN
e, as if had been flung on the waves Of In
" place Of uuut,erable punishment, migt
ri have borne this. Blu, there are linn,
sr to the most patient endurance of mai
W But TO hear her avow her love for tn
y dead, ut my feet--to see her press hi
id passive hand to her forehead, to her lip,
ID 70 her hcart---to see her fling herselfb
ID side the body, and wildly supplicate iht
y with it she nigh, be laid in the grave