Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1841-05-08
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divil'eress, | assure yot,; for al that ia
true, very true a
Well that your marriage may ha
biczt, you must send mo your intended
on his %frmne@s and courage under tho
proofs 10 which | shall subject him, viii do
pend your future happiness
The Young woman, whose name wu@
isabella, departed ful' OF joy, after having
promised, that il a visit Of her info1del
was the condition If her c~onlttgal felicity,
he would come, for he was brave.
"But you must come also, and before
him. 4H
"W,ly before7"
"Becat,+c it IL necessary to the proofs
ard above all, lct him know nothing Of your
presence, for if he knew that, tho cf4nrDf
would not operate."
G'iacom, Saiyadi was punctunl to the
rendezvous Of the aorcofess.
To-day Giacomo ssalsadi stands before
the Aninncia Real. Ills hands arc ironed
behind his back. Ona table nrc the robes
Of Il woman, torn and bloody. These are
in evidence against him. A tnfnfIor smear.
ed with blood stands boeore tho presiding
magistrate.
The A. ale 10 the prisoaer.-Ton ARE
accused, GiacoIno Salyadi, of assassination
on tho person Of Signora dona Isabella,
your betrothed. Have you any defcnes
TO ofl1rl f
Prisoacr.--Ycs, signor.
The Aicah.-speak aud may the light
Of God aid YOU il your justification.
Prisoner.-The Royal Audience has
been already warned Of the nature Of my
plea. 1t has been Informed by nv adyc-
cate Of the invitation sent me by the sor-
ceress Calakent. | complied.
Arrived ut her cabin, She said, "Conne
with me . -. But, before We proceed,
tell me, are you brave1'
"Yes," | answered.
She led the way, drawing me nfter her ;
it was midnight, and the moon beams were
pale and feeble. After fifteen minutes
walk we entered a court /: she usherod mo
through it, into a low and silent chamber.
On u table was spread II dark cloth that
concealed, | knew not what; there wns
also OFT il a tunbler, and In Lie tumbler n
%poignnrJ.
"Glacomo," said the old woman, strike,
# you would lH happy, strike that cloth ="
"But, | do moi know Thai | should -.
Coward" screamed the sorceress,
"you would pierce destiny, md your artn.
At these words | b1usFlcd fol my weak
ness | thought it an harmless ordeal, and
| struck the cloth $500.
Oh horror blood gushcd from the Incl
sion the poigaard had made.
The old bag took the empty tuinbler,
filled it with the warm streaming blood,
and drank, after saying TO uc Ia a voice
that frozs my heart,
Ito your health, Giacotno! 49,. II is
Marianctta that sajutes yoh z" tE'
At the same instant u woman, we!soring
in her gore, and wounded 10 The heart,
atn tod from heneatla TIE back elletEEsi
Horror Of horrors 49,. 1t was my be-.
trothcd--the signora Isabella
Tho sorceress | now recognized Ler),
wa a woman of whom | had grown weary
in 1880, and who had sworn 10 revenge her
wrtngs upon her Grsakcr. She had learn.
ed, without doubt, from the naive Isabella
my name and my projects; she inl,st have
secretly decoyed her into this path Of woe,
and proitcd Of her confidence TO deliver.
her to the knife with which she had armed
me. Al a+4e
But / signor, ! am as innocent as TIC
Lamb Of God. s
Scarcely had the prisoner terminated
this strange statement when several wit
ncsses came forward to speak in his favor.
Some had met the sore trcss flying IN tho
fields; others had received the last words
Of the expiring Isabella.
The court in view of these facts, cores
ponding SO well with the argument Of tlies
accused, pronounced his acquittal amidst
the loud applause and congratuIation Of tho
assembly.
The sorceress Calakena has not vet been
found. /, has been learned only on visit
ing her cabin, that she passed herself MS
aged, the more readily to impose on the
public creduiity. The c~oloriug substance
with which she ~lurroughed her yisage. to
hide her youth, has been found for size
mad not yet attained thirty years.
ERECT OF Music on A MAxIAc.-in
intimate acquaintance waited on Madame
Campcrsse one evening to make a request.
In the hospital for the insane, q man was
confined, literally music mad; he had lost
his senses on the failure Of an opera, in
which the labor oftre composer was greater
than the excellence Of his music. This
unfortunate had hcaEd Of Camporese,
whose fame had filed the city OF Milan,
and conceived a strong desire to hear her.
For awhile his representations passed I'M
needed; he grew ungovernable, and had to
be fastened TO his bed. In this state Cam
p~orese's friend had beheld him. She was
dressed for an evening party when this &c
presentation was made to her. She paused
a MONIES On hearing it; and throwing q;
cloak over her shoulders, said, aCornc
them" "Whiiherl" ITO the Ospedaie."
but Why there is no occasion to 90 now
Tomorrow, or the next day." "To-mor-
row, no indeed; if | can Do this poor man
good, let me go instantly" They went.
Being shown into a room separate from
that of the maniac only by a thin wall,
Camporeso began to sing one.of IIayden's
melodies. the attendants in the next
room observed their patient sudde MY be-
ccne less violent, then composed, and at
last he burst into tears. The singer now
entered; she sat down and sang again.
When she had concluded, the poor cenl-
poser took from under his bed a torn sheet
Of paper, scored with an air Of bis "
composition, and handed it to her. There
were ne words, and nothing in the music (;
bat Camporese, running it over, sang il to
some words OF Metastasio, with such sweet