Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-11-04

10 feel any portlon OF the wo inflicted
upon others.
The revelry was at its height, and the
gay host about to challenge fresh admira-
ton by some new brilliant Speech when
servant whispered in his ear, and informed
him young man had arrived express from
Paris, and demanded to see him instantly.
The marquis sent his valet to question the
stranger, and finding that his business was
not of a political but private nature, and
probably such as did not particularly con-
Germ De Verneuls interests-ths was an
inference of the Wallets on observing the
humble exterior of the young student-the
marquis returned answer that he could not
now be disturbed, and directed the stranger
to communicate his errand to the confden-
tia servant.
Leonard bit his lip till the blood came
as the man delivered his reply;-then TAX
ing pencil and paper from his pocket, he
wrote few hurried lines TO the marquis
informing him of the dying prayer of Eu-
lalie Roster, and imploring him (for his
sisters sake Leonard stopped to entreaty)
TO lose not moment, as she could not sur
vlve the night, in doing justice to his vic
tim. No man could resist such an appeal!
thought Leonard, as he gave his note to the
valet. The man at first refused to disturb
his master again; but moved by the youths
evident Distress he at last consented once
more to fulfil his request.
"By St. Denys! but the modestv of this
transcends belief" cried De Verneuil, as
he read the billet, and after giving orders
to the servant to conduct the young stranger
without the gates, and inform him that he
might consider himself fortunate that he
received no chastisement for his daring
folly, the marquis aughingly asked his
guests "what they thought of the sang
.froid of a surgeons apprentice, who had
the impudence to demand that he should on
the instant leave his courtly guests, to ride
post-haste to Paris, and marry his sick sis
teri" The shout Of merriment that followed
this question fell like thunderbolt on the
ears of Leonard as he quilted the gates of
the Chateau de Verneuil.
The young student returned to his sisters
deathbed--with what tidings! To tell her
that her last prayer had been mocked--
that her name had been scofled at by the
author of her sutferings--had served to
point Jest for his heartless companions
Leonard rejoiced that when he again saw
Eulalie she was beyond the consciousness
of wrong or of woe. She did not even
know her brother as he knelt beside her,
weeping bitter tears; and long before sun
rise Eulalie had sunk in the arms of death.
1t was high noon upon a bright day in
October, when brilliant bridal com pany
was issuing from the church of st. Roch
1t consisted of many of the mobiles of
Paris, and danes whose beauty was daz-
zling even amid the splendor of their attire;
who possessed the gift more rare even than
loveiness,-the atistocratic mien, the high
bred delcacy of air, that compelled the
crowd about the church-doors to fall back
Involuntary as they advanced. In the
rear of the gorgeous train came the Mar
quis de Verneul and his bride, the most
admired beauty in the fashionable circles
of Paris. The magnifcence of her dress,
and the proud bearing of the marquis,
excited expressions of delight and homage
as they moved. He bowed gracefully to
the salutations of his triends-more dis
family to mere acquaintance, and took the
hand of his fair bride to assist her into the
carriage in waiting. Just then there was
a sudden movement in the crowd, and a
young man, his face pale as death, and his
eyes gIarng like those of a maniac, sprang
into the space sacred to the approach OF
aristocracy, and confronted the bridegroom.
He had drawn sword in his hand.
marquis de Verneuil !" cried he, as the
noble stopped, alarmed at this wild appari-
ton, IL do not seek your life! have
sworn an oath to the dead, aye, the dead
Eulalie, to do you no harm, and well is it
for you hat hold my vows more sacred
than you do yours But you shall not pass
without memorial from me. Take this
and remember Leonard Rosierr'
AS he spoke he struck the marquis on
the face with the fiat of his sword, then
turning away, rushed into the throng.
Stung by the insult, De Verneuil shouted
to his friends to cut him down, or secure
him; but in vain. There was little aflec-
ton at that time among the popuace for
the corrupt and selfish aristocracy. The
discomfort which preceded the days of the
revolution had been long at work; and on
the first flash of quarrel between noble
and one of their own order, most of the
inferior class were ready, without enquiry,
to espouse the cause of the latter.
The young surgeon had insulted one of
the hated class of the nobility; he was
borne off in triumph by the crowd. When
some of his acquaintance recognized him,
and proclaimed his wrong, shouts of def
ance were flung by the incensed people
in the faces of Leonard's pursuers, and the
disturbance became SO great that it was
thought expedient to let the offender
escape. De Verneuil stepped into his car