Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1843-08-02

Hired kLile man, liar, thiel, raScal =
N ho,lt the Pope OF Rom dare moi, snah
ask Francesca CeacI .WHYr'
spare myself replied the bravo .
hrniH;'l care uU,,' and he rose to leave
the apartment. the old man followed
him TO the door aud whispered lew
words IN low tone; but he heard not
The Villains last wuIds-.Littlc dusl thou
lhlnk, gully old man, that thou hast
planned the map of thine own grave
Her ~anlou palfry all wa. oyersprcad
WIN hi.sel IruPpIug-, woven like wave"
FAIRY QUEEN.
those who have never bchcld an ltal
ran sky, can MI picture the golden glare
OF beauty which brouzci every proud
tower aud dome OF tao Eternal CITY, as
the Cenci and his laInI.y passed through
the gate leading to florence. rte sun
was sett ing with more than usual bril-
hancy; its Dlushing ljght threw warm,
harmonious lint, that seen cd To gladden.
the earth. The Count travelled lirst,In
an old rumbIIng carriage, with his un
happy wife; but Beatrice aud her lover
wcro mounted OH Two small horses of
that slight and stunted growth which
may yet be socn IN the Papal Suites
Lovers care little Tor company, and i'm
the present case they fingered far be
hind the advancing carriage Of the
Count. Tue road was admirably sohta.
ry,and suitable for their purpose. Some.
times they pass through the scented or.
unge grove; anon they travcrsed the o.
pen cOuntry,wIth lis long line OF ruined
aqueJuctS OF the old Roman world.
stretching over the drcary was far as
the eye could reach. But they Needed
them not; love thinks not of the past
when 1t anticipates future. Their con
versatiOn was unbrukcn Tor nearly in rec
miles, when the heavy beat of Il ga lop.
ping horse arrested their attention. The
lovers Involuntary turned round, and
ere long, the CcncI'S brave, the hired as
saSsIn, vas by the SHE Of Mario. lie
whispered few words, when, checking
their S;ceds, they allowed Beatrice to c
main IN position sufficiently advanced
10 prevent her overhcaring their con-
verSa,iOn.
Beatrice refined in her gaily attired pal
Trey "a she found herself separated from
Mario. She grew thoughtful aud sad:
she hal some presentlment of evil; the
love dream, winch of late had punished
all other cares from her heart, deserted
her-She remembered her former evls.
Her father! she could not think Of him
as u parent; nay, she could not contem.
plate him rs any one hum n. Love al
ways draws closer 10 the loved al every
evil, real or imaginary; and now Bea-
tree slackcned her pace ill Mario was
by her side. tic was much excited, and
ms face wore an expression never be-
fore behe!d by the now alarmed Boa
trice.
On ANNA MI he whispered, 'on
quickly, and ask not Why In few
minutes they had reached the Casino Of
the Cen CT. IL was night.
V.-TllE FATAL HOUR.
Kill men / the dark! here be these bloody rhieye,l
Oh murder! murIer"-OrmELLo.
The murderer whom the Count Cenci
had employed TO dispatch Mario had,on
two former occasions, been irstru entail
in carrying out the inlamy of the mon.
strOus father Of Beatrice, an fearing his
own fety, he had long wished for tho
Counts death. The favorable moment
now appeared to present itself-he
therefore revealed his commission 10 the
intended victim, at the moment already
described, on the road side. As soon as
Mario arrived, he consulted with the
wife OF the Ccnci and his fair Bea-
tree. The hour had come when
it pleased Heaven that the thrice
gully Cenci should fall by the con-
sent, If not by the very hand,of his own
child. The history Of the day says thai
Beatrice and Lucrezia, the wife, were
both present at the death Of the old man
but certain 1t is that the guilty and
abhorred Cenci was murdered, and
Beatrice brought to trial for the crime,
together with the wife and sons. But
we draw veil over the horrifying his
Iory,and return to tho last scene oil Bea-
trlce's love story.
Beatrice was confined Immediately at
ter the murder of the Ccnci, in the cas-.
tie Of st Angelo. In a solitary dungeon,
lighted only by ono iron-Larredd case
mcnt, sat the accused one, when Mario.
wrapped in u CaPucIno vest, obtained adj
MISSION 10 the court yard below. lie
gazed at the large iron bars which eros
sed the window, aud he cnvied the light
Of Heaven, which he knew at that mo.
ment fell around her whom he regarded
with that inten sity Of devotion aud mad.
dening interest, which are never felt in
the calm repose Of happy love.
Beatrice, my BeatrIceI he whispered
in low voice, fearing the tell tale ech.
oes which mock you on all sides Of the
yaulted castle Of st Angelo. Mario
looked up at the prison bars, and there
he beheld, clasping the black iron, the