Louisville messenger. (Louisville, Miss.) 1842-1843, 1843-06-03

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"Fcar nougbi from me-" said Cas-
tclnf, but with a voice like that d
some Inspired Pylhoncss, she broke
n:--"lrnfl think'h thou that could
fear thing, an abjcct coward thing
like lhoei A wretch that would cxull
In the inlamy Of one whom he pre-
tends TO lover Fear thcel by heavens
| If could have feared, contempt must
have forbidden IT,
"Nhy, Mary; hear me but one word
if that word tost my life
"Tby life !had'd thou ten thousand
liAcS, they would be but feather in
the scale against thy monstrous villai-
ny. What, ho!'' again she cried,
stamping with impotent anger at the
delay of her attendants, "tIeason my
guards, trcasonw AT length the pas.
sage rang with the hurried footsteps
Of the startled inmates Of the palace,
with torch and spear, and brandished
blades they rushed into the apartment
page, sentinel, and chambelain ladies
with dishevelled hairand faces blanch-
cd with terror.
The Queen stood erect in the CEN
ire of the room, pointing with one
white arm bare to the shoulder, to-
ward the wretched culprit, who with
folded arms and head erect awaited
his doom in unresisting silence. His
naked rapier, with which alone he
might have foiled the united efforts Of
his enemies, lay at his feet, his brow
ives white as sculptured marble, and
no less rigid, but his eyes glarcd wild
~, and his lips quivered as though he
would have spoken. The Queen still
furious at the wrong which he had
done her fame, marked the expression.
Silence, she cried, degraded would's
thou meanly beg thy forfeited life?
we're thou my father, thou should st
die tomorrow! Hence with the villain
Bad Maitland execute the warrant
--curself, ourself will sign it; away
CASTELAR, dies at daybreak!A
otis WE'LL" replied he, calmly
"'tis well, the lips | love the best pro
nounced my doom, and / die happy
1since,I die for Mary Would'st tho'
but pity the offender, while thou dos
doom the offence, de Castelar, woult
not exchange the shortened span o
life, and violent death, for the bright
est crown in Christendom. My limb!
may die, my love will live forever
Lead on, minions. am more glad It
die, than We to slay! Mary, beautiful
Mary,-lhink! think hereafter upor
Castelar,
Ehe guards passed onware, and
the last of the group unfettered aud
unmoyed, was Castelar,. Once, ere
he stopped beneath the low browed
portal, he paused, placed both hands
on his heart. bowed lowly, and muir
INJURED some incoherent words. Al
he vanished from her presence she
waved her hand mpatiently to be lief
alonc--and all night long, she ira
vcrsed the floor Of her chamber ii
paroxysms of the fiercest despair
The warrant was brought to her-sl
lently, slernly she traced the sigma
ture beneath it, not sign of sympa
i thy was on her pallid features, not
tremor shook her frame: she was pas
sionless, majestic and unmoved. Th
secretary left the chamber on his ia
Ital errand-and Mary was again
woman. PROSTATE upon her coucl
she lay, sobbing and weeping as tho
T hsr very soul was bursting from he
, bosom, deiying all consolation, spurI
! ing every at remedy done
!. she would say, "'tis done! have pr
/ served my fame, and murdered m
: only friend"
n The morning dawned slowly, an
/ the heavy bells of all the church,
. changed the death peal Of Castela
The tramp ofthe cavalry dehling fro
l. the palace gates struck on her hea
' as though each hoof dashed on b
bosom.-An hour passed away, Il
5 minute bells still tolling, the roar Of
d culyerin swept heavily downwa'
j. from the castle, and all was over!
nj had died al he had lived, undaunte
s. and devoted! "Mary, divine Marc!
le love in death as loved in life, tn
ii and thee only" we're his last wor
il The axe drank his. blood, and I
h. Queen Of Scotland had not a trl
at servant lett behind than he, WIZ
- for a momentary frenzy, she was co
a 1laJ 40 claw vet was his last w