The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1837-03-01

mans ear as the voice of his daughter Giu-
letta.
/ Giulietta, when babe, was thing OF
smiles and loyeIiness, like II happy thought
dancing over the mind. Giulieita, when a
child, was like the orange blossom in The
groves of Friuli, and gladness fonted around
her like the fragrance of the flower. Giu-
Ietta, in her youth was the farest maiden
of Italy she glanced among the myrtle
bowers like The winged zephyr; the eve-
ming star, when 1t rises, cleaning out OF
the sea into the darkness of the glorious
night of Italy, is not so bright as the beam
that flashed from her large eve through the
night of her lovely eye-Iashes. Giulietta' S
mind was love-all love-to each and every
thing.
/ Like music 10 the sadness of the soul,
was GIulietta to the old age of her father.
As she passed before him, ligh, came in
to the GOODNESS of his eye; and his ear,
when it was dead to other sound, awoke to
the murmur of her gentle voice. As an an
gle watches over the las, days of saint
upon earth, when the tumult of the battle
of his life is over, and sheds peace around
his hours, aud bid his days pass sweetly
and holly, so Giuletta watched over Anal
4 fero like an influence of good and was the
sun of his thoughts, and the light of his re-
joicing. ...
/ GiuIietlta had brother. Garcio d.
Amalfiero was man of n dark counten-
ance, and the shadows of his evil passions
passed over it, like clouds over the lnridness
of the stormy heaven, and his look withered
those upon whom it fell, and his wrath,
once excited, ragged like pestilence, and
would not be appcased. He was loved by
few, and had many enemies, none of whom
| he hated as he did the bandit Leoni, for
him only he feared.
Leoni's better nature had been borne
down by the violence of his passions, and
he became what he abhorred and widely
was the fear of his name spread for he
passed over the land like a meteor, and left
desolation behind him in the palaces Of the
great and the powerful, bat not in the ham
lets of the poor.
Returning from successful attack OIL
the castle of neighboring Baron, Leon
had been once tracked TO the Businesses o.
the Apennines by Garcio, with a choscr
troop of his followers. The bandit CAV,
him battle, and was, as usual, victorious
the followers of Garcio covered back from
his thunderbolt charge, and Garcio himsel
was struck from his horse by the sword o
Leoni. 1t had been said of the bandit, tha
he had never deserted friend, nor spared
an enemy; but, as his sabre waved over the
head Of his PROSTATE foe, the beaver of Gar
clos helmet fell open: Leoni's arm was ar
rested as if by the hand of an invisible be.
ing, smile of scorn passed over his lip
and then nidness came into his eye he
turned calmly away; aud, to the astonish.
mcnt of his followers, sounded retreat ii
the very flush of victory, while Garcio ano
his disheartened and yanquished band were
suffered to retire unmolested. From tha
time the hatred of Garcio to Leoni was in
cytingushable. The shame of defeat nnC
the thirst of revenge gnawed into his hear
like vuitures, for he would rather have beer
laid dead by the sword of Leoni, than hav,
owed his life to the clemency ofhs conquer
or.
Giuietta sat in her chamber in the cas-.
? tern tower oe Castel Alto. The evening
star rose out Of the sea, and climbed slowly
up iEto the sky, and Gulietta's dark eye
rested sadly upon it. She was waiting fol
a voice that rose, every evening, from the
myrtle grove below the castle, as that sta
disappeared behind the peak of distant
mountain. Giuletta hardly knew how very
sweet the voice was to her listening ear, fo
1t was the voice of one who loved her will
a more than common love. They had frs
met when Giulietta was young, very young
and francesca just vergIng into nanhoot
from that hour she was the light of hi
path, and the joy Of his heart. Her fathe
: knew not of his child's love for Francesca
who pleaded to GiuIietta some ancient feuc
of their families, as an excuse for maintain
lug his secresy.
When the star touched The misty SUNNI
D of the mountain, and Giulietta drew nea
to the window, blush passed over her fii
cheek as a minstreI's song rose upon tn
breeze:
Full broad and bright is the silver light
OF moon and stars, on food and fell
But in my breast is starleSs night,
For am come to say farewell.
How glad, how swift was wont to be,
The step that bore me back to thee;
Nor coldly comes upon my heart.
The meeting that Is but to part
J.. do not ask a tear, but while
@ linger where / must no, stay,
: o. give me but parting smile,
@ To light me on my lonely way.
. To shine, brilliant beacon star,
v To my reverted glance afar,
|. Through midnight, which can have no norrov
A Ger the deep, silent, surge Of SORROW"
e Glulietla opened secret door, and d,
: scended and Francesca saw her come for,
s in her beauty.
What meant thy song tonight, Frar
n cesco p said the maiden.
J. What can a farewell to thee mean, Gir
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