Hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1843-1845, 1844-01-18


lows create? What is the matter here!
But when his eye had caught the time
and-toll-worn features Of the prisoner
ne sPrang forward, and, with his owl
hands, commenced unbinding tn
cords. "Monsters !" said he, sis
thus that age should be treated! Cow
ards! do you fear weak and unarme'
old man! Honored Prince, | grieve t,
see. lou degraded and injured by sucl
bas~aess; and now" he added, as ,h'
last turn released his arms, "dear Car
aceioli You are Free" l thought tea
rolled down Nelson's cheek, as ht
cas-, loose the lsshing, which, having
finished, he took the Princes hand
and they walked aft together.
"They say the devil knows precise
ly tie nick Of time when the most mis-
chief is TO be done, and so i, happened
now, for certain lady followed Mel
son to the deck. and approached him
with her usual bewitching smile. Bu'
oh your honor, how was that smile
changed to the black scowl OF demon
when she pierced the disguise of the
peasant, and recognized the Prince,
who, on some particular occasion a,
court had thwarted her views, and
treaaed her with indignity. 1t had
never been forgiven--and now, he was
in her power. Forcibly she grasped
Nelson by the arm, and led him to the
cabin.
ellis doom is sealed" said one of
the lieuienants, conversing in an under
tone with brother officer; mo power
on earth can save him."
swell your honor, the old man was
given up 10 his bitter foes, who went
through the mockery of court mar.
tial--for they condemned him first and
tried him afterwards. In vain he i'm
plored for mercy--in vain he pleaded
the proclamation, and pointed to his
hoary head-in vain he solicited the
mediation of Nelson, for revengeful
fury had taken possession Of his bet
ter purpose, and damned the rising
tide OF generosity in the hero's SOUL
in vain he implored the pardon and
intercession of -; but here l fol.
low NE example of my officer, and
lay my finger on my lip.
old man, the veteran prince, in his
eightieth year, hung suspended from
the fore-yard-arm of ship he had
once commanded. Never shall | for.
get the burst of Indignation with which
The signal gun was heard by our crew,
and simultaneous execra,ion was Ut
tered fore and aft.
IA few days afterwards, pleasure
party was made up amongst the nobili-
ty, for an excursion On the water, and
the barge with Nelson and his mistress
took the lead. 1t was beautiful sight
to see the gilded galleys, with their
silken canopies and pennons flashing
in the sun, and rejecting their glitter
ing beauties on the smooth surface Of
the clear blue waters, whilst the meas
ured sweep of the oars kept time with
the sweet sounds of music. Not a
cloud yelled the sky. not breath curl
ed the transparent crest OF the gentle
oillows--all was gayety and mirth.
"After pulling for some miles to the
entrance Of the bay. we were returning
towards the shore, when dark object,
resembling q bale of goods, appeared
floating ahead of the barge. The bow
men were directed TO lay in their oars
and see what it was. They obeyed.
and stood ready with their hooks,
which, the moment they were near
enough. were used in graphing the
supposed prize. But III an instant they
were loosened again. and "A dead body!
dead body!' was uttered in suppress
sed tone by both. The boat held on
her way. and, as the corpse passed
asteru, the face turned upwards and
showed the well-remembered counte-
nance of poor Caraccloli.- Yes! as the
lieutenant has said, he met his death
in the air, and the ocean had been his
grave; but that grave had given up its
dead. and the lady seldom smiled af-
forwards.
"Nelson hailed one of the cutters
that were in attendance, and directed
that the body should be taken on board,
and receive the funeral ceremonies suit.
able to the rank which the unfortunate
prince had held whilst living. The
music ceased its joyous sounds for
notes Of melancholy lamenta,ion and
sadness.
"Years passed away, and Nelson
fell, in the hour of victory; but the la
dy!--ah! her end was terrible. The
murdered prince was ever present in
mind; and as she lay on her deatnbed,
like stranded wreck that would never
more spread canvass to the breeze, her
groans, her shrieks, were still on Ca
raccioli. 4 see him. she would cry,