The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1833-01-15
From the Courier des Eiats Unis.
JUANITA f.; A TALEsoF MURAr's TINE

SUhNAiAS n AALbsOr "AS"AA = A"S'
Translated for the Boston Morning Posi.]
Did you know Jnanita I Juanita--the
finest girl in the Poledo street (! Juani-
ia who sold fresh flowers to the passen-
gers; not so fresh however, as her Nea-
poIitan figure with her arched eyebrows
and black hair? Juanita had a heart
an Italian heart--that is saying enough.
The hearts of the NeapoIitau woman
partake little Of the FIRE Of their own
native Nesuvius. And Juanita loved as
a girl loves at fifteen years, when she
enjoys understanding, imagination and
health. This love has nothing in unison
with our cold and correct love of France,
which may be learned in grammer like
a dead language. And in the midst Of
a thousand lovers, Juanita wished to
choose one, and, as it always happens
when one reflects, she acted foolishly !;
and her choice fell upon the worst sub
ject in the whole Neapolitan kingdom.
He however possessed all the requisite
qualities to please he was an easy spea-
ker, pretty follow and interesting as a
sub lieutenant in the guards of Murat.
Nothing more was necessary in 1910 to
turn the head of "a young girl. Juanita
and Strezzo promised to love each other
forever; HE, kept MS oath rwEHrY-rouR
HOURS; she remained faithful unto death
and what death One evening the
crowd was violently agitated on the side
of the convent of St. Lucia dull mur-
mufing sound proceeded from it, and
vague rumor spread the word assassin"
Juanita, impelled by curiosity, made her
way towards the crowd, which increas-
ed as she proceeded; for next to Love,
the most active sentiment Of a Neapoli-
tan girl is CURIOSITY. She pressed
through the dense mass Of citizens and
lazzaroni, who were looking on with in
difference, conversing about the fate of
the murdered man, and she arrived be-
fore door, upon the Threshold Of which
we're stationed two police officers-and
between them was Strezzo with blood
upon his neck, for it was lie who was
the assassin The miserable wretch,
had not committed the crime through
jealousy, as frequently happens in warm
countries, where the heat ofthe sun gem
crates prompt hearts and ardent dispo-
sitions lit was for gold! Jaunita fell
senselcss upon The bosom of him whom
she had given more :han her life. When
she was restored, the poor girl found
herself at her own house, in her pretty
little shop, in the midst Of flowers and
fruits |; end the neighbors pitied her, for
they knew ALL. They murmured
around her-"it is the betrotlled Of the
assassin." Strezzo at the same time
was stretched out with his legs chained
in a dungeon Of ten feet by six. His
trial was not long-he was condemned
to be hung. Juanita visited him every
day, for her whole existence was bound
up in his, and she knew MS death would
be followed by her own.
On the day that was fixed for the exc
cuti6n, Juanta embraced Strezzo, throw
ing around him her arms emaciated by
sorrow. As to tears, she had none to
shed from the moment Of his condem-
nation. her eye was as dry as spring
in summer Heavy sorrows are mute
Suddenly an idea flashed across her inn
agination, and the blood rushed quickly
to her forehead. She had determined
upon dying alone, for she knew that
Strezzo was more attached to life than
to her. Suddenly stripping of his gar
men,s. sne clothed herself with them,
and casting her own at his feet, directed
HIM To put them on. "1hou shall live, |"
said she to him, imprinting last kiss
upon his forehead Strczzo put on cool
ly the dress Of the young girl--it was
evening-and he Quilted her. The next
day the bells Of the great square sound
ed tho knell Of the dying. They came
to seek Sueszc, ard carried nwsy