The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1836-08-17
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manner, that you have witnessed the sacred
ceremony which haIlowed it Z"
He spoke calmly, and in tone Of digni-
ty, while a proud, if not sarcastic smile
played over his lips. Acbille, already in
sane with passion, fercely shouted,
"And it shall be doubly consecrated by
sacrifice of blood Proud fool, your
mockery has sealed your fate. l needed
only this !" and springing fercely upon him,
he seized him by the breast with one hand
and, glancing III the moon while ne BRAN
dished it in the air, his glttering hunting
knife descending like lightning into the boz
som of his victim. The warm blood spout
ed into the face of the fraticide, aud bathed
his hand in gore.
"Ob, Gertrude-my father-God-
brother forgive" he family articulated,
and with a groan that sunk to the heart of
the murderer, fell heavily 10 the ground.
For few moments the guilty being stood
over the PROSTATE body, with his arm out
stretched in the position in which he had
given the fatal blow, his features rigid his
eyes glazed, and his whole person as mo-
tlonless FRS marble--the statue of murder
er chiseled to the life ! During that brief
moment he endured an eternity of suffering
The torments of ages compressed into one
single drop Of time
Who may tell the feelings Of the impul-
sye murderer as he sees the life blood gush
out-the features pale and sliffen, and the
strong man become ut onco IA cold corpse
at his feet; aud when conscience asks, who
has done this" /, !, I."-oh, how bitterly
is The confession wrung from his bosom.
But we will not dwell upon this scene.
The fratricde fed, beneath the cold moon
and glitterlDg stars, which, like eyes of in
telIigence, scemed TO look down reproving-
ly upon him. Ga he fed, nor dared to look
up to them The little light they she'd be-
came hateful, and he felt as though he would
draw darkness around him like a garment,
hiding himself both from God and man.
"Oh that the rocks would fall upon me
and hide me ever from inyselfr' he groan-
ed inwardly; and loud voice within cried,
4" Vain, vain live on live on forever
Ard he buried his face in his cloak, and
fled still onward
The morning broke, and the miserable
fugitive still pursued the path which led a.
long the shores of The river to the sea. As
the light increased, he saw, for the first time,
that his dress was sprinkled with his broth
er's blood. He shdudered, and the fatal
scene rushed once more upon his mind in
all its horror. Hastily plungiug into the
river, (nlas for the tales Of blood, of which
river and sea are the repositories y he re-
moved all traces of the deed he had com
mitted, from his person.
Two hours before sunset he came in sight
of the bay, its bosom relieved by many
green islands and dotted with white sails.
/ lie hailed the broad ocean i'll the distance
with a thrill Of pleasure.
! fastening to the coast, which vas guard
ed by lofty mural precipices, he swung him
self down their sides with that daring reck-
lcssncss which is often the surest means of
success, and throwing himself into small
boat which had been left in cove by some
one of the fishermen, whose nuts were scat
tered in picturesque sites along the cliffs of
the romantic and rock-bound coast he rais-
ed the little sail, and steered out to sea-