Louisville messenger. (Louisville, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1843-06-03
DEATH OF CAsrELAIl
A THRILLING INCIDENT.

number 81 tho American Magazine,
under the head Of passages ia the
Life of MARY Stuart Unable 10 ind
spucc fof the whole Of Il IN our col.
umns, we cannot refrain from giving
the following extract, which, we per.
ocivc, has already won n compliment
from tho N. Y. American. The Ill
fnled CASTELAR, having FIST confessed
his love TO the object Of 1t, had been
indignantly dismissed. Tho scene Is
thus continues:
An hour had scarcely elapsed be-
fore the lights were cxiingui,hed in
the vaulled halls Of Hollywood; and
guards were posted 'or the night, the
officers had gone their rounds, the Ia
dies Of The royal circle were dismissed,
and all was darkness and silence. In
the chamber, of Mary, burned small
lamp, before beautifully executed
painting of the Virgin, but the light
was not sufficient to penetrate the OBJ
scurity which reigned in the many
angles Of the apartment, although the
moonbcams were admitted thro' the
open easement.
Her garb Of ceremony laid aside,
her lovely shape scantily yelled by
single robe of spotess linen, her au-
burn tresses flowing in unreStrained
luxuriancc, almost to her feet, if she
had been creature Of perfect human
beauty when viewed in all the pomp
.ofroyal pageantry, she now appear
ed a being Of supernatural loneliness.
Her small white feet unSandled gill
ded over the rich carpet, witha grace
which slight degree of fancy might
have deemed the motion peculiar to
the inhabitants of another orld. For
an instant, ere she turned to her re-
pose, she leaned against the curved
mullions Of the window, and gazed
pcnsiyely, and, it might be, sadly up
on the garden where shethad SO late
.ly parted fom the unhappy youth
whose life was thus embiltered by
that very feeling, which, above all
Others should have been lis consola-
Elion. ANithdaaiying her eyes from The
moonlight scene, she knelt before
the lamp and shrine which it illumi-
mated, and her Whispered prisons arose
pure as the source from which they
fowed-the prayers of weak and
humble mortal, penitent for evory tri-
vial error, breathing all confidence to
Him whocan alone protect or pardon;
the prayers of a Queen for her hume
rous children, and. last and hottest of
all, a woman's prayers for her nuior-
Itunate admirer. Yes, she prayed for
Castelar,, that strength might be CIV
en- him from on high to bear the
crosses of a miserable life, and that
tby divine mercy the hopeless love
might be uprooted from bis breast.
The words burst passionately from her
Hips, her whole form quivcred with
the excess of her emotion, and the
big tears ielllike rain from her uplit-
tied eyes. While she was yet in the
very flood passion, a sigh was breath
ed SO clearly audible that the convlc'
ton flashed like lightning on her soul
that this most secret prayer was list
ened to by others ears than those Of
heavenly ministers. Terror, acute
terror, took possession Other mind
caui.hing by its superior violence ey
cry less engrossing idea. She snatch
ed the lamp from its niche-wavet
, it slowly around the chamberlain
There, in the most hallowed spot 0
her widowed chamber, spy upol
!. her unguarded moments, stooda darI
, figure. Even in that moment of a:
, constituent and fear, as if by inatlnc
,, ofpurely female modesly, she snatch
!, ed velvet mantlu from the seat Q
: which it had been cast aside, and vel
: ed her person even before she spok
1Il-Oh, God! it is de Castelar,
: "Swcct Queen" replied the mtrl
: der, 'sbright, beautiful ruler Of I'm
destinies, pardon"
"What hop she screamed in not
of dread intensity, "a moi, mes Fra
co.'s. My guards! Seyton-Carm
chael- Flemming, wall yelcave yo'
Queen alone! alone with treachery
black dishonor.--villian! slase!' 81
cried, turning her dashing eyes up'
him, her whole form swelling as
were, with all the fury Of injured
Do nocepce, "lidst thou dareto think ID
lMary-Mary, the wife OF Francis