The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1839-03-13

whether ever vet in life hs had discovered
one deceilful thought, one subterfuge, one
falsehood.
Tic owned that he had not; he owned
that he knew her to be truth itself; and yet
he felt sure, he said, that his bright queen
his lovely isabel--was true and virtuous al
so. There must have been some great mis-
take between them-some extraordinary
error; one of those misunderstandings
which so often produce bitterness and EN-
nifty between people formed by nature TO
love aud to esteem each other. lie be-
sough, Blanche, then, TO let him mediate
between her and the queen and, though
at first he had been all wrath and indigna-
ton, his whole desire was now--,hc desire
OF wsnk minds--to restore hsrmony between
people who could never assimilste, and to
purchase tranquility by unworthy concess-
ions.
Blanche was silent, and left him to act ms
he thought ct; and on the following day he
descended ~nh his qseen, who now assum-
ed oil the airs of sullen and offended pride,
and appeared to hold high her own forbear-
ance, in ,olerating the presence Of the per
son whom, in truth, she had greatly njur-
ed. For a time the king felt inclined to
take the par, Of her whom he had loved
from infancy, whom he had never known
to swerve from truth, and whom he now felt
to be in the right but the afifuI woman to
whom he was bound played upon his pas
sions, made use Of his weaknesses, led him
TO tolerate her injustice, made him party
to her errors and, once having done so,
armed hts vanity against his innocent sister
IN defence of the wrong ho committed or
suffered.
Thus, day by day, new insults und new
mortihcatlons were poured upon the head
of Blanche of Navarro.
She had one consolation, however, du-
\ ring all her sorrow Francis of Felix con-
iinued mt the court of Navarro: and his
presence was to her blessing. IL was moi
alone that every day, she saw him ,tll wuls
with noble firmnsss ia that right path into
which her lore had led his footsteps but il
was, also, that every pang which was iuflic
, ted upon her but increased his tenderness
and afrec,ien,--that every insult which wa
offered to her but made his devotion NOR
deep and more apparent. His eyes woul
flash at each harsh word addressed to her
4 his lips would quiver at tho scornful ylnne
which she did not return; and his voic
would soothe, console, and support he
when open neglect, or rude uncourteou,
ness, was all she met from those who sI,oul
have loved and cherished her.
To Blanche, this wns all n blessing an
n consolation; but, to Isabel Of Valois, th
. .lc,a ,f aE fhuf LII
like swallowing molten fire. At one time
she thought to point out To her husband III
love which she too surely felt to exist, an,
induce him to drive forth from his court
with ignoniny, if not with vengeance, tb,
object Of her own criminal passion. Blu
then, her heart failed her: the very oppo.
si,on that she met with, made that passion
more intense: and, with rage minglins
with her love, she suffered Francis Of Fol,
to remain while a Thousand vague, wilc
schemes for ridding herself Of her rival
chased ench other, day by day, through he
brain. At one moment, her mind res,ec
on the darkest and most unscrupulou
means Of delivering herself from the pres
ence Of her she envied, hated, and feared
and, had the poisoned cup been near a
hand, or could the dagger have been nca
at hand, or could the dagger have been us
cd without great risk, fair Blanche Of Ma
varre might have passed AWAY from th'
enr;h by some unknown fate. But Issbe
could use no such means without risk {.
herself. She had none around her On whom
she could thoroughly depend; and knowi
edge Of her own basensss made her fear Il
contide in any one the bnse, because she
doubted them the virtuous, because sh'
feared them. She pursued her plans, how
ever, with The pertinacious virulcnce Of I
malignant woman; mud the weakness %
her husband rendered him her constsn
tool
At length she succeeded. 1t was on'
morning early in the bright summer, while
. the cool gray Of The dawn still mingled with
the warm and golden promises that were
poured forth from tie kingly gates Of the
East, when Blanche of Novnrre was ava
kened from calm sleep, and told that she
must prepare to depart from the dwelling
Of her fathers. She nrose to obey, and, ere
the world was yet awake, she was placed
in litter, and carried rapidly towards the
distant mountains. Her brothers hand wa'
to the order for departure, which was shown
. her, and she made no resistance. She nsk-
ed to see him, indeed, but was refused; and
all attendance, but that Of one woman, was
denied. Thus was she carried onwards to-
wards thnt valley, where, in days OF yorc
the steel clad pslsdins Of Cbariema gne
, fought and fell before the weapons of q
: lfreacherous foe-tovay,Is that valley, faa