Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-04-08
BATH MAINE, THURSDAY MORNING. APRIL 8, 1871.

SV"u NitHoub pCiCelFIHH IT, HlhiIioho hHCN tidi
he was attacked, and WINGED under his adverse
rvs infection but he likewise knew that
quarrel would drive the marchioness to extremi-
ties, and he resolved to avoid it if possible it
was, therefore, with a mixture of anger and
reserve that he answered.
81 cannot accept your excuses, count. | am
satisfied with the world as it is, and leave to phi
losophers and phlanthropists, as they style
themselves, literary knght-errants, the care of
remodelling it between their repasts, as they
would play or an opera"
'What can such man as you have to do with
philanthropists and philosophers?' exclaimed
Alferi. 'Ah, sir, you are really disposed to show
us too much indulgence. Nonsense men who
wish to enlighten the human mind, the mon
sters who love their felow-creatures the fools
The clever men are those who profit by abuses
instead of combating them, and ornament their
avarice and hard-heartedness with the of
principle political opinions who grind down
j the poor to satisfy their habits of Incidence and
extravaganza, and become wealthy on the miser-
les of Others less privileged than themselves
Those are the persons who know how to live
them we should take for our models. Neither is
it difficult, heaven knows, to lead the life of the
exquisites of high life run your creditors, dis
honor as many woman possible, kill few of
your most intimate friends in duel, and you will
leave behind you the reputation of most per-
feet gentleman
: Whilst Alfer had been speaking, Mariana
seemed devoured by an increasing irritation
At the last words pronounced by the count, he
turned round suddenly, but, if he wished to
avoid quarrel at any price, he advanced towards
a chair on which he had left his hat, and took
it up.
Pardon me, signor,' said Alieri, perhaps I
have wounded your political opinions I should
really be very much greved if you were obliged
to leave the room on my account, although GER
tanly very much hattered at your thus acknowl-
edging yourself conquered.
Mariana threw down his hat. Il was never
conquered by anybody, said he haughtily.
Alfer bowed; vague smile played on his
lips. For few moments the three persons pre-
sent were silent. Celni, embarrassed, hardly
knowing what his friend was aiming at, and the
Genocse evidently seeking TO avoid rupture
He had approached the sideboard, and seemed to
bc nhalng the perfumes of some rare flowers in
a crystal vase, when his eyes fell case of
pistols, which Cellini had placed there on his re-
turned from the soothing gallery He opened the
box, took out pistol, which he examined care
lessly, and approached the window.
Are you satisfied with these arms p asked he
of Cellni.
Very much so they are of the mandatory
of Cosimo.'
'Will you allow me to try them
Certainly
| Mariana looked out of the window you
see that flower yonder,' said he, pointing to
rosebud, which was the only one left on the
| bush
Yes; but it's out of pistol-shot'
Mariana fred.
'Ah signor!' exclaimed Celini
The flower is down of course said the count,
who had remained at the other extremity of the
apartment
you seem to JEST but it's a fact.'
The count smiled; he saw that Marliano wan
ted to frighten him.
| BY Jove, Signor Marlano,' said Cellini, who
was still looking at the flower, 'if we ever fight
should not feel inclined to choose pistols as the
weapons
'Why not:' exclaimed Alferi; ION accoun. of
the flower2'
| no, no; on my own account
Dear me- who knows? it frequently happens
that this extraordinary dexterity will disappear at
the moment of danger
| Marliano made movement
Il do not say that for you, signor; but the most
clever villain cannot always support the look of
an honest man, and his conscience will some
times make his hand tremble. Indeed there are
many who only make parade of their skill in
order to avoid more dangerous struggle, and
who volunteer a proof of their address to dis
pense with giving proof of courage
'Coun.! exclaimed Mariana, springing to-
wards Alfirr
'Once more do not say that for you, quietly
returned the latter.
This assurance is useless, said Mariana, his
lips trembling with rage Il know that you
dare not address such words to me. Poets are
prudent; they only insult by illusions; they
never provoke, except from under cover of an
oratorical precaution; and when we are tired
with their disguised insolence, they feign to be
Ignorant of its cause; in case of necessity, they
might even invoke their bad health, and call
themselves too il! to have any honor