The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1832-08-07

triumph TO embitter still more deeply
my last moments. i'll had been mad
before, il haze been mad since, still,
at that moment, knop was perfectly
sane. ] felt that another than me must
be the nights victim. The Pythoness
had offered herself sacrifice to the
fulflment of her own oracle---not in
tentlonally it is true--but such was her
destiny and mine.
What would'st thou 2" asked /, in
tone SO calm and so deep that it soun-
ded fearfully to mine own ear. Even
the hag started, and for moment the
terrors Of her eye sunk under its influ-
ence. 1t was but for a moment.
+" Thou art, Arthur Walsingham,"
said she, g about dying by thine own
hand. j don't seek to baulk thine in-
tentions thy destiny has been fully
plished-tkou art murderer land
it is fitting that such murderer as thou
should'st fill a suicides grave. But
will not abandon one iota of my revenge.
Hear me, despair, and die"
(" hear" said, /" go on, will lis
ten patiently"
"Before thou vert born, Arthur Wal
singham, swore the most bitter and
untiring vengeance against thee. When
thou vert born, renewed my oaths,
and upon my mothers grave, vowed
to pursue through life the fulfilment of
that which ! had sworn. 1t was the
proper place for a paracide to register
her oaths. Little danger there was that
the record should be lost or the VOWS
forgotten. Death was too poor re-
venge for me, and permitted thee TO
live, the instrument by which death was
given too all who loved thee. Thy wife
and child are the dumb witnesses Of thy
guilt-thy mother perished miserably
by thy hand, though thou mayest hold
thyself guiItless Of the deed--Thy father
boy, fell by mine. Even now ] enjoy
the moment of has death. His cries for
mercy ring yet in my ears--but ] laugh
them to scorn now, as I did then--he
knew whose hand inflicted the death
blow, and felt his agony doubled by
that knowledge. His fate was NOR
Iited ore. He, Arthur Walsinghan, has
brought this blight upon thy house,
Thy father. incurred the curse Of an
Injured and ruined woman-injured and
ruined by his baseness; and heavily has
that curse rested upon him and upon
his. Thou can'st well tell what follows
from " woman's love to hatred turned"
Ihave had my reuengc. Thy father sought
my love before he knew thy mother.-
Nay, frown not, by heaven, It's true
Under the pretence of marriage he Sc
duced me from my home the villain
deceived, and in short twelve months
abandoned me. The boy thou knewest
twenty years since as mine is thy broth
er Nay, more, that boy, unknown to
thee, as he was, has been for three years
past thy family pbysician--thy warm
personal friend--poor fool ha ha
ha! Hare I not had my repenge ?"
/ was still calm even under this terri
BILE explanation.
~ see it ALL" said ], +" this son Of
thine under the garb Of friendship, and
acting by thy direction, has poisoned
my mind by its arts, and drugged me
into insanity for the accomplishment of
thy purposes of revenge entertained
against one who never injured either
thee or him." a
"Most true, thy sagacity speaks
strongly for the sanity of thy intellect
But thou hast injured us, young man,
by usurping our rights and claiming the
rank Of legitimacy which in justice
should have belonged TO thy bastard
brother. Without that, thou art the son
of the seducer of that boys mother and
through thee we have our revenge for
life Of poverty and infamy."
"Enough," said /, " the moment Of
retribution has como we will contest
the point no longer. Hast thou ever
thought Of death, woman 7-for thy
time is short-thy sands are numbered"
i There was a terrible distinctncss in
my voice---a fixed determination in my
heart. Ofthis termination to her visit,
the hag apparently had not thought, for
her lip quivered rs she admitted the
probability ofdanger her cheek grew
pale, and she, fury as she was, seemed
sinking to the floor with the extremity
of her fears. The dread -Of death prov
cd her still human.
! You will not murder me-" she said
in hollow, tremulous voice.
IpiI, such is my destiny and thine.
Die as thou hast lived, unrepentant and
unforgiven." ,-ss
! A yell Of agony, of hate, and despair
T followed tho report of my pistol. My
; remorscless tormentor was but a lump
Of clay. An immediate crash at an
adjoining door burstcd it open, and
my demon brother rushed in, wild with
, rage.
} Death 10 the murderer" cried he,