The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1833-08-28

lcr she Immediately rose and rushed
o embrace him. The Count ordered
he children to leave the room.
When he was alone with his young
wife, lie fold her to be seated, and plac-
ID himself before her in such n maiiner
rs to be able TO sec her slightest change
,f countcnance. lie then drew long
dagger from his belt, the blade of which
was triangular and skilfulIy sharpened.
lie appeared to amuse himself by feel
ing its point now on the end ofhs finger
and then on the palm Of his hand.-Thc
struck by this new and unex-
pected scene, cast her eyes down, and u
waited the termination with inexpressi-
bic anxiety.
"Madame, you mus: die"
"What mean you l" cried the Coun-
tess, terrified at his words, and the hol-
low tone in which they were pronounc-
ed.
81 REPEAT it, madam, you must die.
and that without complaint" Then
seizng her by the arm, he stabbed her
in the side: she fell fainiing without "A
groan. When she came to her senses,
She was upon the bed, and ADDRESSING had
been put upon the wound. The Count
was alone with her in the room, Ills eyes
s,eGdfastly fixed upon her--his lips par
ted with slight smile. He appeared
happy in observing the different impress
sions wrought by fear or pain upon his
viciIm's countenance.
IL have changed my mind, madam"
said I've, when he saw she had entirely
recovered from her insensibility, you
shall live. but your life shall depend al
together upon your discretion. AT the
slightest whisper Of what has or may
hereafter pass betwixt us, l shall knoS
how to insure your silence forever"
The Count continued his usual life
Every day after returning from the chase
he went up to bis wife's apartment, and
examined, but without speak
ing, the wound he had made. One eve-
ming, when it was nearly closed, after
carrying the point of his dagger from
one part to the other of the Countess
body, doubtless to increase her agoniz-
ing suspense, he inflicted a new stab.
directed, at the same time COM
her. on pain of instant death,
to utter no cry. The wound made, he
for some minutes to revel with
delight at the sight Of tho spouting blood.
He then coolly applied the bandage as
before.
This'second wound heuled-he had
every successive fortnight made a fresh
one, and always with the Same calm e.
inexpressibIe cruelty. No one in the
castle suspected the true cause of the
and progressive state Of weak
ness shown by the Countess. WHO was
almost always confined to her bed.
Meantime, nothing could assuage
Pehf-'s sanguinary monomahia.-
The Countess beautifuf body was no
longer but one horrible ulcer, furrowed
as it was by her husbands dagger--al-
though the wounds were not deep, (ihe
monster with refinement Of diabolical
cruelty, taking especial care they should
not be Mortal,) yet there were SO numer-
Gus that they drew the poor victim INTO
a violent fever; and her life was in inn
minent danger. Tho Count, after much
determined to call in the sur
geon, after anew threatening his wife
with the whole weight of his vengeance
if she betrayed his internal secret, and
strictly enjoining the surgeon not to en-
deavor to find out the cause of his pa
TENTS illness. He, like every body else
in the castle, imagined The Countess 20
be in a consumption, from the austere,
secluded and mysterious life she led. -
Well skilled in his profession, he soon
traced her situation to a more .extraor.
dinary reason--a man of benevolence
andintellect, great adnirer of her vir-
tues and resignation, he succeeded in
ringing the secret. from her.
Without leaving the castle, lie inform
ed the authorities of what had taken
place. One afternoon, as he returned
from the chase, the Count found the cas-
tie yard filled with cavalry. Arrested
and taken to Budss he was tried, con-
demned and beheaded.
ANEcpsTE.-Some ycars before we be-.
came settled in life, it was our custom 10
spend few weeks in the spring and au-
tumn, for the purpose of Fishing and sport.
ing, at small village on the South shore
Our landlady was very ugly and rather
cross, but blessed with 'onc fair daughter"
with whom we occasionally took walk in
the grove by moonlight The intervals Of
sentimental speeches being filed up by an
owl solo, and the perspective being gene
rally arainy walk home afterwards. She
was tall, and wrote poetry ;--at least we
have song Of hers; entitled, "Why do