Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1840-01-31
sTRoUDsBuRG MONROE COUNTY, WEDNESDAY,


strike the cppressor of her husband and the cause
of all her woe. In the same instant that the blow
was aimed at his breast she felt her arm arrested
by unseen hand, and the dagger snatched from :
her grasp 1t was the work OF an instant OF time.
'Oh, God! am LOST mentally exclaimed Ro-
sale, and in breathless suspense rushed to the
door. in passing through which something fell, and
lodged in the folds of her cloak. No noise ensued,
no alarm was given and no footsteps pursued her.
After she gained the street. she again breathed tree
ly, and almost believed that it was imagination |
which had caused her to drop the dagger. But yet
she felt the human hand loreibly arrest her arm,
felt the impress of the fingers in her sols flesh, and
felt the dagger wrested from her hand. Her at
tention was now directed to the object which had
fell in her cloak as she passed through the door.
1t was folded paper in which by the faint lght ol
her lamp she could discover writing.
Who Knows exclaimed Rosalje, but Prov-
dence has thrown this in my way for some good
will hasten home and examine its contents. Oh
if Heaven will but grant this to be the means of
my husbands escape, Will forever hereafter de-
vote myself to religion
With this hope in her heart, (and the wretched
cherish the most forlorn hopes) she swiftly paced
| the silent streets. Arriving at her dwelling, she
proceeded to read the contents of the paper, and
found it to be the order of Robespierre for the
lease ofsome woman's son (name not mentoned0
to whom he referred only through herself 1t was
couched in the following language:
/ The keeper of the temple prison will release
the of the bearer of this, he has been unjust
ly accused. have taken pity upon him. BY or
der of RobeSpierre."
And does Robespiere ever feel pity exclaim-
ed Rosalie, as she drew her pen and ink from her
escrutoire. Did his heart melt with the Hea-
ven inspired emotion of pityl'
She took her pen and having smoothly oblitera
ted with knife the word son she inserted in its
E place the word husband. She then shouted for
JOY
'One more attempt she exclaimed, 'and if /
fall my husband must fall victim to the axe and
to the vengeance of Robespierre. But he shall
not be unaveneed. Ihave second dagger which
shall either reach his heart. or free my own from
sorrow"
; As she uttered the last word laundering knock
was heard at the door, and she started in terror
MY hour is come,' she exclaimed, for hear
the rufiians of Robespierre at the door. Oh God
if | could but have saved my husband | could die
with eagseospre. and even iog hapnY that ha4
rescued him from the fangs of tiger whose heart
is hard as the walls that conine my poor Blond
: vie'
Secreting the paper in her bosom, she trembling
ly proceeded TO open the door, where TO her sur
prise, she found her cousin Emily waiting with the
! same dagger in her hand which had been snatcheJ
from the grasp of Rosale in the chamber of Robe
Splerre. RoSae stood amazed and felt the fame
of anger rising i'll her heart the thought that En-
lily had been the of defeating the Liberation
? of her husband Emily perceiying her emotion
/ spoke:
Dearest cousin, be not angry till have told you
all. was present when you uttered your deter
mnation of stabbing Robesperre in his sleep, and
6 fearing least in your precipitation, you might slay
: his brother, for cannot but confess that have
great regard for him, l bribed an old and trusty
friend, who is in the service of Robespierre, to de-
feat your designs, for believed that the act, whe
ther crowned with success or not, would only enc
in the ruin of you and your husband both. Youl
: mind was wrought up to frenzy, and you was little
= calculated to do deed which requires the utmost
coolnesS con;Oined with unflincmng determination
'Oh, Godr exclaimed Rosalie, gazing with a
maniac stare at Emile, then you will be the muir
derer of my husband-your hands will reek with
= his hearts blood, as it giIshes from beneath the
y guillotine. The dagger you have turned from the
= heart of the relentless Robesperre, will be buried
to the hilt in his Then shouting the top of hel
voice, she again exclaimed:
Think you fear death, when by the sacrifice
!, of my own life can rescue my husband from an
n ignomnious death ! Think you have no courage
for noble deed Did not stand like Brutus the
> guardian of my youth, and the enemy Of my coun-
J. try ready TO wash out his crimes in his blood. Blu
Brutus had no wife to perish by the tyrant. Oh, no
= no, no. You, my Knswoman, from whom | ex-
= pecled assistance and succour, have doomed me tc
:, widowhood, and my poor husband, who pines
in his dungeon, to death. Oh, God was it resery
ed for you 10 lift the axe which must not only t1l
;, on my husbands neck, but must cleave my hear
= = in twain. If he dies, am eternally undone. Bu
;. hear me Heaven, viii not cease to attempt his
liberation, till he pershes the scaffod; till my
a heart breaks with anguish, and my brain wilo
. with madness and despair
r With hyseric laugh, she threw herselfupon &
: sofa. thousand rnglets fell over her white necl
d and bosom and Praxeles or Michael Angelo
= would have considered her beautiful, even il
her despair. On that same sofa she bad sat witt
g her husband but short time before, and comment
s ed on their happiness How transitory is human
h bliss How sweet and vanishing
II But where now was Blondville, the gay and be
J. loved Blondvil!e, the idol of his heroic wfes bo
) som, the cherished Of the army in which he was al
: officer and pattern for every nobe youth in Pa
ris Where was he who so lately reclined in the
: lap of wealth. and basked in the smiles of beauty
: His wealth confscated, stripped of every honor
! and dragged from the arms OF the woman who lov
i ed him to idolatry, he pines in damp, dark dun
geon every hour expecting to hear the knell OF his