Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-09-02

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and the priest, thousand incoherent ex-
elamaiions and wild aposirophes burst from
his lips; among which the words I" Pieefoia,
-Porerd PieeioLa :" were distinctly audi.
BILE
"AadidaiO" cried Ludivoco, the moment
he caught the sound "rhe moment is
come Yes, yes. the Count is right-lhe
moment is come :" he reiterated with impa.
tionce. But how was he 10 leave the poor
chaplain there alone. exposed to all the vic.
lence 81 a madm1ni "In another hour. il
may be TOO late - cried Ludoyico "Cor.
pc al Dio!-ii will be too late Blessed
Virgin, methinks he is growing calmer =
Yes, he droops The closes his eyes The
is sinking to sleep III at my return he is
still alive. al's well. IIurra reverend faith
er. we shall yet preserve him, hurra, hurrs p
And away went Ludoyico, satisfied, now
the excitement Of Charney's delirium was
appeased, TO leave him in the charge Of the
kind-heared priest.
Ia the chamber Of death, lighted BY the
feeble fame Of a fickering lamp, nothing
now was audible but the irregular breathing
Of the dying man, the murmnred prayers OF
the priest, and the breezes OF the Alps
whsiling through the grating Of the prison.
window. Twice, indeed, a human voice
mingled in these mouotonous sounds the
"qHi uire" OF the sentinel, as Ludovico
passed and repasscd The postern, on his way
TO his loige, and back to the chamber OF the
Count. Al the expiration of half an hour,
the chaplain welcomed the return Of the
gaoler. bearing in his hand cup Of stream
ing liquid.
"!SaHfO Crisf0 III had half mind 10
kill my dog u said Ludovico, as he entered
1.-THE brute, on seeing me, set up howl,
which is sign Of evil porteni But how
have you been going on herel Has he
moved, No matter have brough, some.
thing that will soon set him TO rights IL
have made bold to taste it myself l-biiter,
saving your reverence's presence, as FIVE
hundred thousand diarOii Pardon me
milo padre :"
Bat the priest gently pu, aside the offer
ed cup
"After ALL" said Ludivoeo, "'tis not the
stuff for US. A pin, Of good muscadello.
warmed with a slice or two Of lemon, is a
better thing for sitters-up with the sick -
eh .Signore Cdpeiiaao' But this is the
job for the poor Count this will put things
in their places. He must drink il ta the
last drop for SO says the prescription"
And, as he spoke, Ludivoso kept pouring
the draught from one cup to another, aud
blowing to cool IL; till. having reduced il
to the proper temperature, he forced the
half.insensible Count TO swallow the whole
potion, while the chaplain supported his
shoulders for the effort. Then, covering
the patient closely up. they drew together
the curtains OF the bed.
1--WE shall soon see the effects" observed
the jailer to his companion. 81 don't stir
from hence till all is right My birds arc
safe locked in their cages my wife has 20,
the babe TO keep her company. What say
you, SignOre CapelianO ?"
And Ludovieo's garrulity having been ST.
fenced by the almoner. by a motion Of the
hand. the poor fellow stationed himself in
silence at the foot Of the bed, with his eyes
fixed on the dying man; retaining his very
breath in the anxioushess of his watchful-
ness for the event. At length, perceiving
no sign OF change in the Count, he grew
uneasy. Apprehensive of having accelera.
ted the last fatal change. he started up. and
began pacing the room. swapping his fingers,
and addressing menacing gestures to the
cup, which was still standing on the table.
Suddenly he stopped short, and fixed his
eyes on the livid face of Charney
al have been the death Of him." cried
he, accompanying the apostrophe with a
tremendous oath. 81 have certainly been
the death Of him."
The chaplain raised his head, when Lu.
doyico, unappaled by his air of consterna-
ton, began anew to pace the room, to
stamp, 10 swear, 10 snap his fingers with all
the energy Of Italian gesticulation, till, tired
out by his own impetuosity, he threw him
self on his knees beside the priest, hiding
his head in the bed.clothes, and murmuring
his meG euipa, ill, in the midst of pater-
noster, he fell asleep.
At dawn of day, the chaplain was still
praying, and Ludoyico still snoring: when
a burning hand, placed upon the forehead
OF tile latter, suddenly reused him from his
slumbers.
Give me some drink" murmured the
faint voice Of Charney.
And, at The sound OF voice, which he
had supposed TO be forever silenced, Ludo-
yico opened his eyes wide with stupeiac,ion
TO hx them on the Count, upon whose face
and limbs the moisture Of an suspicious eff
fort of nature was perceptible. The fever
was yielding to the effect of the powerful
sudorifc administered by Ludoyico; and
The senses OF Charney being now restored,
he proceeded to give rational directions to
the jaller, concerning the mode Of treatment
to be adopted; then, turning towards the
priest, still humbly stationed on his knees
at the bedside, he Observed
81 am not yet dead. sir Should l re-
cover las have every hope Of doing), pre-.
sent the compliments Of the Count de Char
ney TO his trio Of doctors, and tell them
dispense with their further visits, and the
blunders Of a science Us idle and decep,ious
as all The rest overheard enough OF their
consultations to know that am indebted 10
chance alone for my recovery"
"ChaRee" faltered the priest, "chance p
And, having raised his eyes TO Heaven in
token Of compassion, they fell upon the ia.
tai inscription on the wall
CHANCE, THOUGH BLIND. Is the SOLE
AUTHOR OF THE CREATION"