Lincoln telegraph. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1836-1846, 1841-04-08
SeIrrteG1 EaIse.
From the London Metropolitan for Februap.l
"A PASSAGE IN THE LIFE OF ALFIEIeI.

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features had assumed an expression impossible
to describe it was anguish which had some
thing cruel about t-a sort of despair which
tormented him, but inspired no pity; it was the
grief of Satan, crowned king of evil and of
pain
why did you not love me ? said he, fixing
on the marchoness a whitening look of anger
1T IS you who have caused all that has happened
Happiness would have softened my soul You
have exasperated it. That skill which yon
reproach me with-the world itself forced me to
acquire it. | ugly, abandoned required
defence against contempt acquired the art
Of killing. What had at first been necessity,
hecame at last habit placed my honor in
science which | had studied merely as a safe
guard. Besides, why should spare those who
hate me? The hatred of others renders us cruel,
madam An as | knew you, | take
heaven to witness that | repented ever having
shed blood-but could not face the past. NY
love disdained. ! saw that you disposed and
hated me. was then seized with secret rage
Whv should leave to another the happiness
which had been refused to myself? Would you
not even have thanked me for il at the bottom of
your soul No! If I am cruel, Blanca, it is
because | cannot bear the idea that you should
love another
Sfhus am the slave of your passion
Il love you and am jealous
'But II do not love YOU
81 know tt know it. And yet your love
would change my whole life, and redeem the
past
He seized the hands of Blanca, and pressed
them convulsively against his heart. sOh |
love you, Blanca love you as man never
lo7ed,' exclaimed he; why you without
pity :?
Leave mc-lcave me, said the young woman,
struggling to escape.
what can do to induce you to listen TO me ?
Leave me, say.
Blanca, you cannot eternally resist my pray
ers-you viii relent--l love you too much-you
must be mine at last
"A convent rather = exclaimed the young wo-
man, distractedly.
Il will tear you from it.
Then the tomb =
Mariana let drop her hands, which he held
in his. You love the count said he, crashing
his teeth with rage.
The marchioness shuddered, attempted to
speak, but burst into tears.
'To-morrow we start for Genoa, said he, after
long silence.
AT this moment some person appeared at the
extremity of the wax; Mariana offered the
countess his arm, and they both walked away.
Hardly had they disappeared among the trees,
when Cellin crept cautiously from behind
clump of acacas where he had concealed him
self He had arrived there a little after Alfers
departure, and having distinguished the voices
of the marchonrss and Marliano, he had allow
ed his curiosity to get the better of his dscre-
ton. Wishing to clear up he suspc ons which
he entertained, he had listened atcntivey and
had heard all that passed between them The
beginning of their conversation had only excited
his astonishncnt and he merely in it capt
tai subject for scenario, but the end had taught
him the part which Alferi played in The affair
He therefore ran to him Immediately, and told
him all that he had discovered thus oppcrtunely
Ills revelation was for the count as welcome as
it was unex pected his doubts were removed,
and ne that he was beloved Everything
was now explained; The trouble of tae mar
chloness AT the sight of Marliano her timid sub
mission to his will the sudden alteration in her
behavior towards himself. His Joy knew no
bounds.
But, observed Celini, 'she has promised this
Marano, rather this Baron Rocca, to start
Tomorrow
NO, no. exclaimed Alferi; 'she shall stay.
All! heaven be thanked that have learned the
truth; for this once, this Baron Rocca will find
some one betwixt him and the woman whom he
cppresses.'
You forget that you never handled an arm in
your life, and that this man will infallibly kill
You
i do not care
'Of course you are too happy just now 10
about life; only, if you succumb, the marchon-
ess will remain without protector, and exposed
to the mercy of her prosecutor.
you are right. But need fight this man
Would it not be sufficient to publish the truth ?
sIt is injurious tn the baron he will challenge
you, and you cannot refuse to give him satistac-
ton, or it will be said you are afraid
well, will give him satisfaction