The Rodney telegraph. (Rodney, Miss.) 1838-1840, 1839-03-02

was which lent such witchery to her beauty Is
and threw around her a. kind of mysterious {
charm, even amidst the glare and frivolit. b
with which she was surrounded. II
On this her last evening of public OK s. {
tence, all was done that could render her {
exit triumphant. The stage was literally
filled with bouquets flung at her feet, accom-
panied by many valuable and less perish
ing testimony to her worth and talent. When {
she made her farewell acknowledgements,
each felt pang of regret at parting with
one so lovely and gifted, and many brig ht {
eye was filled with tcars-yet she, the cause.
alone remained unmoved. There was graf
itude in the graceful bowling Of the head,
and the meek folding Of her hands on her
bosom--but the face was as calm and impas-
sive as ever. The curtain fell amidst all
outbreak of such feeling, as shook the very
walls of La Scala to their foundation, and
Florinda was seen there no more.
"Now pray, Signora, on this your wedding
day, co look as if you were happy. Heighp!
if were so beautiful, beloved, too, by the |
Marchese, should be smiling all day long"
! "My good Rosalia, | have long forgotten
to smile or weep. In truth, poor child, you
have had but wearisome life, in attending
on one in whose bosom the pulse of joy has
for ever stopped"
80 say not so, Signora; all the girls in
Milan would be glad to wait on SO kind, so
gracious, so gentle mistress--ay, and SO
pretty one, too. For when am braiding
those long tresses, or fastening the sandals
on your tiny feet, feel quite proud in being
lpermitted to serve La Fiorinda, who, all
Milan says, has borrowed the face and form
, of the lannon's Venus at Florence"
,, "Fie on thee, child, would chfde thee
f for this flattery. but that an unkind word ever
serds foolish tears into thine eyes. Bat
!, hasten, Rosalia, the time wears on. Give
&. me my veil, and leave me.'
The attendant did as she was hidden, and
I Florinda was alone. For while she sat In
= deep meditation, her small hands clasped
}. upon her brow, as if to still The tumult OF
If feelings rushing through her brain. The
> dav at length had come for which she had
It patiently waited for years; for which she
d had devoted herself to profession she alb
s horred, and toiled in it laboriouslv and cease
e lessly-and nourishcd life she would 9th
Il erwise have allowed the mildew of grief to
At corrode and destroy. The hour was at hand
&c when the one purpose of her existence was
N TO be realized-the long recorded vow full
u filled. The near accomplishment OF he'
to wishes gave to the check of Florinda flusf
OF of crimson, deep as the sunset of summer
re and lit up her lustrous eyes with almost un
" earthly brightness. AS she contemplate1
re herself in the mirror, arrayed in all the cost
~ w magnlficence of bridal attire, vanity for
rs moment preponderated; but it was a tran
ne sient weakness. An instant more-the brow
Re resumed its look Of calm, stern determine
III tion-the beautiful mouth its compressed ri
gidity. Having adjusted the orange wreatl
lie on her temples, and arranged the drapery q
OF the long delicate veil, whose snowy fold
.e, enveloped her form from head to foot, sh
n, entered the conservatory adjoining her cham
re her, and taking from it bouquet of tn
b choicest flowers, awaited the arrival OF he
ed bridesmaids and friends. In few minute
= the expected guests assembled, and the pal
TO- ty proceeded to the church of st. Ambrose
er The nuptial rites were performed, and Fio
nd rinda was greeted as La Marchesa Oh Vi
lat valdi.
nd The Marchese gently passing his arm
it'll round her waist, would fain have folded he
lat to his bosom. A quick shudder, that seem
Die ed to convulse every limb, passed over bel
er sMy beautiful love looks pa!e.'
he "'ris nothing sudden tan'ness.
Ter cuIled these flowers for you, your tavorit
70 heiiotrope is there-take them-you wa
not, surely, refuse your brides first gift"
The Marchese took the bouquet present
to- ed, pressed them passionately to his lips, IN
"a hailed their fragrance, and fell at the feet {
"a Florinda a lifeless corpse.
ce A wild, unnatural peal of laughter fro!
he the Marchesa pealed through the church,
he sit is well--it is we'll! Victor, my believe
thou art avenged. Now will join thee .
sh Ultering these words, she took from tn
al folds of her dress smalli poniard, and br
re ried it to the hlt in her brest.
ms The bride and the bridegroom lay dea
lb- together!
to On searching her desk, paper was funn
sm explanatory OF the Catastrophe. It's scarce
he ly necessary to say, that sI.a Ficrinda' wa
ny the name assumed by Isabelle d'Aubign,
of Ia the record left of hel motives and actions
he she stated that after the execution OF Victo
ng she made solemn vow to become his aver
40 ger. For this purpose her first aim was
ng captivate De Biron's heart. As the wido'
he of Victor she might fail in this. She wa
he aware that he vas passionate adniirer {
he dancing Through tho agency of that az
zee complishment, superadded to her beauty {
,ty person. she hoped to ensuare his affections