Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1847-10-29

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strength Of mind
His last stroke Of affection had perfected
the happy frame Of his feelings. His first
impulse had been to bless the Loneliness
which afforded his whole leisure to muse
upon his absent friends; but eventually he
learned 10 behold with satisfaction new
guest seated in the vacant place Of the old
man.
His first and most assiduous visiier was
the chaplain Of the prison even the worthy
priest whom during his illness he had so
harShly repulsed Apprised by Ludovico
Of the state Of despair to which the prisoner
was reduced, be made bis appearance. for
getfnl Of the past, to offer his good Offices,
which were received with courtesy and graf.
iiude. More amicsbly disposed than for
merly towards mankind, the Count soon be.
came iayourably. nay, even affeciionaiely
disposed towards the man Of God and the
rustic seat became once more the bench Of
conference. The philosopher loved to en-.
large upon the wonders OF his plant, She
wonders Of nature. and repeat the lessons
Of the excellent Girardi; while the priest.
without bringing forward single dogma Of
religion, contenled himself. in the first in.
stance. with reciiing the sublime moral less
ons Of Christianity; grounding their strength
upon the principles already imbibed by the
rotary Of natural religion.
The second visiter was the command
ant; and Charney now discovered that
Morand was essentially good sort Of man,
whose heart was miIitarily disciplined; that
is, disposed to torment the unfortunate be-
ing under his charge no farther than he was
Decessitaied by the letter Of government
instructions. So just. too, did he show
himself in his appreciation Of the merits Of
the two prisoners recently released. as al
most to put CharDey into good humour with
petty tyranny.
But all this was soon TO end and il be-
came Charney's turn to bid adieu to the
priest and the captain. One fine day, when
least prepared for the concession, the gates
OF his prison opened, and he was set at lib
ery
On Napoleon's return from Austerlitz,
imporiuned by Josephine. (who had proba-
bly, some person beseiiing her in turn with
applications in favour Of the prisoner Of
Fenesirella,) the Emperor caused an inquiry
TO be made into the nature Of the papers
seized among the effects OF the Count de
Charney. The cambric manuscripts were
accordingly forwarded 10 the Tuilieries
from the archives OF the police. where they
had been deposited; aud, attracted by the
singulaFi,y Of their appearance, Napoleon
himself deigned to investigate the indica-
tons OF treason contained in their mystic
rious records.
The Count de Charney is madman,"
exclaimed the Emperor, after most deliber-
ate examinations; ga visionary and mad
man. but not the dangerous person repres-
ented to me. lie who could submit his
powers Of mind TO the influence Of sorry
weed, may have in him the making Of an
excellent boianisi, but moi Of conspiraior.
He is pardoned Let his estates be restor-
ed TO him, that he may cultivate there I'M
molested his own fields and his taste for
natural history"
Need 1t be added that the Count did not
loiter al Feneslrella after receiving this
welcome intelligence or that he did not
quit the fortress alone but, transplanted
into a solid case, filed with good earth,
Picciola made her ,riumphal exit from her
gloomy birthplace; PiccioIs, to whom he
owed his iife,--nay more than life,-his
insight into the wondrous works Of God, and
the Joys resulting from peace and goodwill
towards mankind; Picciola, by whom lie
has been betrayed into the tolls OF love-
Picciola, through whose influence, finally,
he is released from bondage!
As Charney was about TO cross the draw
bridge Of the citadel, rude hand was sud-
denly extended towards him. "Eccelenza :"
said Ludosico, REFRESHING his rising emo
ton, give US your hand we may be friends
now that you are going away. now that you
are about to leave us,-now that we shall
see your face no more Thank Heaven, We
may now be friendsi"
Charney heartily embraced him. "We
shall meet again. my good Ludoyico," cried
he; IL promise you that you do not see me
for the last time" And having shaken both
the hands of the gsoler again and again
with the utmost cordially, the Count quit
ted the fortress.
After his carriage had irayersed the es-
planade, and left far behind the mountain
on which the citadel is situated, crossed
the bridge over the Clusone, and attained
tue CuAa toau, VOICE SIN Cohtiuucu cry |
ing aloud from the rampans-"Addio Sig
nor Coats AdsiiO. addio, Pieeiola :"
Six months afterwards, a rich equipage
stopped at the gate Of the state prison Of
FenestrelIa from which alighied traveller
inquirIng for Ludovico Ritz the former
prisoner was come TO pay visit 10 his gao
Ter A young lady, richly alfred, was
leaning tenderly upon his arm, Teresa
Girardi, now Countess de Charney. To-
ge,her, The young couple visited the iiile
couri and the miserable camera so long
the abode Of WEAKNESS, scepticism, and de- |
spair. OF all the sentences which had for
merly dishgured lhe wall, one only had been
suffered TO remain: aas fa
Learning, wit, beauty, youth. fortune,
are insufficient to confer Happiness upon
man" as
To which the gentle hand Of Teresa now
added. "if unshared by affection :"--and a
kiss deposited by Charney upon her lovely
cheek, seemed to confirm her emendalion.
The Count was come 10 request Ludoyi-
co would stand godfather TO his first horn
child, which was to make its appearance be-