The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-01-03

champ said ], not knowing exactly ,uly, if he
had asked me.
am little given to superstition, Doctor,
he repled--'and / feel persuasion--ar in.
nate convicton--that the gvand finishing
stroke has yet to descend misery awaits
its climax
why, what can you mean, my dear sir p
! Nothing now has been eicited.'
Doctor he replied, gloomily--1'll tell you
something. J feel OUGHT to dep
why, Mr. Beauchamp?' enquired with
surprise.
Ought not he to die who is al heart mur.
derer !" he enqured.
'Assuredy.'
Then am such one. MEANT 10 kill
Apsley. prayed to God that might. I
would have shot breast to breast, but | would
have killed him. and rid the earth of such
rufiian, said Beauchamp rising, with much
excitement, from his chair, and walking hur.
riedly 10 and fro. shuddered to hear him
make such an avowal, and continued silent.
] felt my colour changed.
Are you shocked, Doctorp he enquired,
pauslng abruptly, and looking me full in the
face. j repeat it, clenching his fst-I
would have perished eternally TO CRAFTY nv
revenge. So would you,' he continued. If
you had suffered as | have.' With the last
words he elevated his voice to high kew, and
his eve glanced on me like lightning, as he
passed and repassed me.
| How can we expect the mercy we will not
showr Ienquired mildly.
Don't mistake me, Doctor he resumed,
without answering my last question-.It is not
death dread, disturbed as appear, but only
the mode oft Death ] covet as a relief
from life, which has grown hateful but great.
Heaven, TO be HUNG like dogp
Think ofhereafterp exclaimed.
'Pshaw! Pm past thought of that. Why
did not God keep me from the snares into
which have fallen?'
| At that moment came letter, from Sir
Edward Streighton. When he recognized
the superscription, he threw it down on the
have heard from this accomplished scoundrel,
since the day killed Apsley.' He opened
it, a scOwl of fury and contempt on his brow,
and read the following Aippant and unfeelpg
letter.
Dear Brother in the bonds Of blood
MY right, trusty and well beloved counsel.
lor, and tEine-Hillier, and thy unworthy E.
8. intend duly to take our stand beside thee,
at 8 o'clock to morrow morning, in the dock
Of the Old Bailey, as per recognizances. Be
though fear unto the dogs There's never
Jury in England will convict u.s. even though,
as hear that bloody minded old - is to
try us! We've got a good fellow, ION rea.
sonable terms, considering,) to swear he hap
pened to be present, and that we put you up
at 40 PAGES! And that he heard you tender
an apology to Apsey The sweet convenient
rogue!!! What think you of that, dear
Beau? Yours, ever--but not on the gallows.
i 'EDW. STREIGHTON.
/ sP. s. wish Apsley, by. the way, poor
devil had paid me trifng hundred or two
+ he owed me, before going home. But he
went in hurry, tits true. Catch me ever
, putting up another man before asking him if
he has any debts unprovided for'
There, there Doctor = exclaimed Beau
champ, finging the letter on the floor, and
. stamping on it--'ought not ! 60 out of the
r world, for allowing such fellow as this to
D lead me the dance of ruin !?
T shook my head.
> oh, did you but know the secret history
Of the last six MONTHS he continued, bitterly,
. the surpassing foly-black ngruiitude-the
i. villainies of all kinds with which it was stain
ed you would blush to sit in the same room
:, with me! Would not it be so?'
l "Come, come, Mr. Beauchamp you are ra-
ving" replied, giving him my hand, while
o the tears half blinded me, for he looked the
picture of contriton and hopelessness,
e well, then,' he continud, eyeing me stead
r fastly,. 81 may do what have often thought
: Of You have kind considerate heart, and
will trust you. By way Of the heaviest
e penance could think of--but, alas, how
: unavailng! have employed the last week
in writing my short, but wretched history.
Q Read it-and curse, as you 60 on, my folly,
d my madness, my vilaDy! I've often laid down
d my pen, and wept aloud, while writing it;
g dyet the confession has eased my heart.
(? One thing, think, you will see plainly that
t oil along l have been the victim ofsome deep
II diabocal conspiracy. Those two vile fe-
If lows who will stand beside me tomorrow in
the dock, like evil spirits--and the monster
!. have killed-have been the p,ain agents
r throughout. I'm sure something will. ere
i long, come to light, and show you ! am
v speaking the truth Return 1t me- he con-
e tinued, taking packet from his table draw
Is er, sealed with black, sin the event OF my ac-
J. quittal, that may burn il; but, it am to die,
II do what you will with IT. Even it the world
It know of it, tcannot hunt me in the grave,
y and it may save some from Hazard and
d Rouge ct Noir! Horrible sounds!'
I, him to act as he wished.
ie allow will my mother-how will Ellen
n get over tomorrow? Heaven have them in
" morrow!-I must breathe a polluted atmos.
!. phere; must stand on the precise spot which
y has been occupied by none but the vilest Of
!! my species; shall have every eye in court
d fixed upon me--some with horror, others de-
N station--and eone ,,;f,f--which ie worae