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ers vouId fam warn him ofcoming mistor-
,une. 4 woman appeared slowly approach
inc and she came towards the deciiyity
whore Lorenzo sat with his head resting on
his arm, los, in a painful but vague revere:
II was Bertha. My mother! and alone!
bc murmured. Where is AgathaP "A
.a,ha is engaged elsewhere, she replied
with a trembling voice. ELSEWHERE! How!
With whom 2 and he rose in astonIshment.
POOR Bertha fell upon his neck n wep'.
BE calm, nv son it is the will OF God tna'
these ~nuptials should not take place.
Ueayensl Agatha is dead perhaps! Dead
-ycs--dead TO thee
Al that moment, the fash OF n cannon
appcared in the direction of the village Il
bright reflection glowed along the misty
atmosphere !; the light Of a bonfire revealed
the little square opposite the church, crow
ded with reopIc, whose vaccinations re-
sounded through the valley. 1t Is Il mar
riage festival! 2 exclaimed Lorenzo, with a
saffocatlng voice and Ag~atha'-'will mar
nv tomorrow the heir Of her landlord sob
bed Bertha straining her son TO her bosom.
He fci! as If struck by a thuDdCrbo!t.'--
.DeadE' | cried. Not dead replied mime
host grief does not kill at once. Now ii
ia necessary, Sirnor,' he continued. after a
pause longer than the first that should
narrate the conclusion Of this melancholy
tale, after the manner Of those authors
whose words now with spontaneous proPric-
ty from the pen, always adapted to the pas
-A.h
sion, or the fact they describe vi snch
authors said | there are few, Master GIu-
Ito, who can lay calm 70 the merit you
speak of; and, at this moment, L would mol
exchange with one of those few. Master
Giulio acknowledged the compliment, and
fortifying himself with a glass of wine, pro
ceeded as glibiy as one of Walter SCOTS
landlords translated into Italian. The
morning succeeding that miserable night,
at the first giimmering of dawn, as descen-
dcd. wrapt in my cloak. from my vineyard
on the mountain, flying from the rain which
had ove-taken INC, | encountered Lorenzo
slowly walking in an opposite direction,
harehead cd, his hair in disorder, pale as a
ghost, and immersed in gloomy thought
1t rained torrents, it hailed, It Numbered.
there was n frightfuI confusion of the ele-
ments. lie noticed neither hail, lightning,
nor win.l. but passed On without perceIvlng
me, or answering my call. lie seated him.
self on a knoll overlooking the valley. mo-
~fionless. absorbed, his hair and garments
dripping with water, like one of the statutes
placed amid The fountains of a garden.-
Thence he could see the drovers little rot
tage, and the path leading to the villa OF
his rival. Notwithstanding the flood,
stood still, watching him with compassion.
I heard a step, and heavy breathing, and
turning, beheld Bertha, who had followed,
from a distance. the footsteps of her son.
She knew me. and made n sign towards Lo-
rcnzo, without speaking, but with an air
and glance of which | cannot convey an
idea. We retired TO the shelter of rock,
shaded by a villa pine, intent upon obser-
wing the wre;ched youth. Good God have
pity on nv so1I' exclaimed The afflicted
wo nan. Let me not Lose the only support
of my age, hy reason of that wicked girl?
She turned to me, all pale. and fearful, and
her head on my shoulder. broke
f nth are not my misgivings verified? OH
Il mothers presages never deceive take
[ replied the unhappy cannot at
orce master the force of the first sorrow.
'lIe will sink under it, replied Bertha. The
wound he has received is TO deep. What a
what Il terrible night was that of yes
As SOON as he recovered from the
ft into which the first
,ncnt OF igatha's infdelity had thrown him;
he ran 10 the village like a mailman, and l
with him. The storm had put an end TO
the illumination, and e~xtinguishcd the bon-
fire. Tac dances had ceased the songs
were mute. You would have thought that
heaven condemned festivities founded upon
the des9air of human creature. The peo-
pie were scattered here and there, an Aga
tba, leaning on the arm of the complacent
landlord, and followed by her father, who
could no: contain himself for joy, was hast
cning TO the pastors house, to escape the
threatening st"rm. At that moment,kLo-
rcf:o presented himself to her view, pale,
wild, and disnrGcred. Save me from Lo-
rcnzo,' she cried, throwing htIself into the
arms Of her new lover. 'Save thee from me,
fraitoress I? exclaimed Lorenzo; do you
then feel remorse from vonr crimer 80!
$ W me. $; We me 7 she continued 10 sream'
The crowd pressed around her, the pastor
drew ncar, the people Of the rich signor
we're posted in The midst. Lorenzo was
drawn 10 a distance from Agatha, and the
doors of the church closed behind the per-
cured girl. \ few friends conducted my
son homc, and attempted 10 comfort him
the good pastor came and reasoned with
him. He would hear nothing, he would see
no one. He raved, and grew hot, and de-
'iFinus with fever. All night he remained
IN This state, and would not listen to my
councils, nor be moved by my tears. With
ms rims crossed upon his breast, he paced
the chamber with rapid strides, vouchsafhng
fo response 10 any entreatics, as if it was
not his mother who wepl and prayed. At
'erstii at the approach of day, he rallied.
y must see her once more said he, and
t;ieu let that befall me which heaven des.