Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1846-12-31

iC we mistake not, FIRST appeared in the feuilleior
of the Courier Francois.
NJ. Emile de Grardin has put us in possession Of
the following narrative 1t is correct ia every re.
spec, and is certainly more romantic dhan all the
ictions Of the dramatisls-I give il ia his own
words.
About year ngcfsaid- he, NJ Beligue was mar
Tied TO one Of my cousins, aud enjoyed with her
that complete happiness which does not excite en-
Wy, because we believe it to be within the reach OF
us all, when a cruel malady came TO interrupt this
happiness, which would be more common perhaps.
il it were not supposed so easy 10 be acquired
The physician called this dy-hepato-anteristis
My young cousin being on the point of confne.
ment, was kept in her bed, carefully guarded by
her mother, who endeavored TO deceive her with
regard TO the health Of her husband Al length,
when she had been thus watched over for three
days, her anxious tenderness became excited, she
threw herself from her bed, and rushed into his
chamber il was deserted. Four DAYS be.
fore, her husband had died. and she did not know
it Her grief lent her strength. Grief has two
stages-apaihy and despair. Which is the least
painful to endure, Half naked. her clothes in dis
order, no longer conscious OF her condition, Ma.
dame dc Beligue rushed throu sh the borough her
friends her pass, she walked with steady step
these mad proceedings. She reached the spot the
hammers oftwo workmen were falling upon grave
stone which they were carving near tomb, the
freshly turned up earth Of which still rose above
the other graves The name OF Cienence, which
she bore, was already engraven upon the stone be-
low the inscription which recorded the good quail
ties Of the Baron OF BeIigue--" mareehai dss camps
IT ara'ees, de iordre de Saint Louis" &c. &c
With precipitate gesture she motioned them away
They started al her without understanding her
She made last effort to speak, but her tears
choaked her. She no longer retained her senses,
but her bare throat which was violently agilated,
the writings Of her delicate arms attesied the ex.
uemest degree Of suffering. Life was receding be-
fore the extremity Of her torture. The painful ex
haustiou was succeeded by frighifu derium.-
She overthrow the cradle Of her newborn babe
whose birth she had so much desired Sleep had
closed her eyes for a single moment--a at once
she aroused herself, crying out. No. he cannot
have died without my being near him he is not
dead i shall see him again" This thought became
fired in her braln--she pressed her hand upon her
forehead, her looks became animated, and she at
tempted to rise. Her mother, on her knees sought
in vain to oppose her. They were compelled TO
follow her. She announces her purpose they
charge her with insanity; but what matters il 10
herl She rejects their pretexis, she is conducted
by an inspiration, her resolution cannot be shaken
" My poor daughter is mad !" exclaimed the moth.
er, who wept in despair Clemence threw a man.
tie over her shoulders, aud set out. Her mother
unable 10 retain her, accompanied her Two do
mestics followed them. Il was not yet four, by the
clock Of the Manse. They had already opened
the shutters Of all the dwellings. The day laborers
were setting out with their wallets and tooIs-for
in summer, in hayng time, the labors of the fields
commence early and these things transpired in the
month Of July. The gravey earth which covered
the coffin of NJ. de Beligue was light, and easily
removed. Clemence assisted with all her strength
and the coffin is soon uncovered. Dreadful specta
cle She threw herself upon the corpse which she
covered with her tears and kisses She raised him,
aud pressed him 10 her bosom; and her terrified
mother could moi drag her away. They ran TO call
the worthy cnrate of Monreais Perhaps Glenn
ence would listen 10 his voice and his pious exhor
tatons Through all the borough the rnmor spread
that Madame de Beligue was mad, and that she
sought TO be buried alive with her husband. Wo-
men and children began to collect. The cry of
" Oh my God r. is heard All approach Ma.
dame de Beligue bad fallen back fainiing. They
sought to disengage her from the corpse. II was
not dead Lii breahed land yet four days had il
been inferred. They were terrified pressing
round, others dispensing, crying. A miracle r'---
The dying Clemence is forgotten. The Cure
comes. 1t is necessary to remove the crowd whose
impety is yet proof against their superstition
Clemence is taken TO the Mense. There is no
longer room for doubt. NJ de Beligue is not dead
His pulse is restored his whole body is found to
move. They wrap him up. Two hours are spent
in hestowing upon him their cares at length he
comes out entirely from the horrible ethargy which
had continued his existence in the grave. He, in
turn, now demands his wife She had ceased 10
live Death had lei ono prey escape him, only
TO seize upon another. She was, indeed dead -
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