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

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4 did, returned BIondville, ard III how poor
Brssot hated to die
why do you pity him. asked Madame de
Bourg, but yesterday he, and the twentys6he who
persisted with him, were the confederates of Rob
sPierre, and gave their sanction to the inhuman
DEGREES which have sent so many worthy men to
perish beneath the accursed guillotine. They were
all equally guilty in the sight of Heaven
Ii is natural to the human heart TO pity the fall
len and distressed Oh could you but have seen
how reluctantly they went to the block-how they
hung back upon life, loath to let it 60 you would
have pitied them, indeed you would
Indeen, would not,' spiritedly exclaimed Ma
dame &c Bourg, for they had no pity On the no.
bic hearts they sent there to perish Pity them in
deed-no. no.
Madame and Mademoise!le de Bourg now PIT on
their hats, and went tout upon visit leaving Blond
vile in the situation he desired, alone with Rosale
Swiftly and sweetly passed the winged hours,
while upon his knee be poured cut his soul and
made known his sentiments Ere the month end
ed, Rosalie had joined her fate to that Of Blond
viiia, and great deal of rejoicing was the conse-
quence.
Am l not the happiest ofmen!' asked Blond
vile, day, as he held his blooming and beauti
ful wife in his arms.
And am l not the happiest of women = ex-
claimed Rosalie, 'forI have everything desire,
and a bright future before me, unobscured by a
cloud
! Scarcely had the words dropped from herIps,
/ ere laundering knock was heard at the door, and
three ruff.ens rushed in.
! 4 presume said one of them,' in language su-
perior to his station that the accomplished though
unfortunate Victor Rosali-o de Blondville stands
before me!
I am that fated wretch cried the unhappy
Blondvlle, anticipating their errand, and catching
in his arms the form of the fainting Rosalie But
a moment ago was the happiest Of men, hut now
| am a victim to the auilloti1e. Take tbisnur
OF gold and let me fly, and he offered them large
purse glittering with the precious metal
'We dare not take it, exclaimed one of them,
for cur own heads would pay the forfeit of youl
escape. Cheer up and hope for the best. Bring
him along, comrades
BlondYille laid the fainting form of Rosalie OF
the sofa and gazing upon her pale features burs
into tears At the thought OF the agony she was t,
suffer in future,
Come along, sir, come along, we cannot wait,
said the toughest ruffian, and hurried the alarmed
Blondvlle from his insensible wife, ere he hadtim
, to bid her adieu What transition he mentallr
exclaimed from the most ecstatic bliss 10 the deep
est misery; and from the arms of an adorcd wifi
bo-, +5,o II
of dungeon. A cold chill paralized Blondville'
: heart, as he gazed up at the iron grated window
q and massive walls of the dungeon, from whenc
9 perhaps he was never 10 retrace his steps, but as
victim to the guiIlotine. Scarcely had he reache
q the sieps Of the temple prison ere a wild screar
from behind arrested his attention. Il proceede
g from the unhappy Resale, crying Give me bac
. nay observation-disclosures give me back my hus
Band With hair dishevelIed, and with the will
. air of grief, she approached, but ere she coul
i reach the massive IRON door swungto on lis hinge,
and hid the unhappy husband from her view
r vain she plead wi;h the hard hearted iailor in val
y she prayed him to admit her to her husband; hi
heart was inexorable, and a friend bore her bach
# in state little below frenzy, to her once happ,
; now miserable home. She there threw herself O
>, sofa, and gave vent to a food Of tears, which re
lieved her oyerburhened heart. There is a Inn
y to the weakness Of woman, after which reactio
takes place. bringing with ii stern resolve and he
= roc fonitude. Il was thus with the delicate, th
beautiful Rosalie, who in ordinary circumstance
% would start at a shadow, but who was now prepa
red to do decd at which hero nigh, stand az
q palled.
is Yes cried she, with a distracted air, i wi
do the bloody deed and save my husband Robe
is sphere shall dietl!is dagger shall free the worl
from heartiess tyrant and rescue France from
e vortex Of ruin
st She walked the floor IN deep contemplation 70
T moment, and again exclaimed
d Should fail in the noble, though hazardou
e attempt TO save my husband, this same dagge
> shall reach my own heart, and deprive the tyrar
e from im5rueing his hands in my blood. Oh shoul
1t this arm be so fortunate as TO reach bis bosom