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

Penenueu inclT ineaning-there, luckily, ne
was safe. But his dead man was alive again;
had resumed his power Of speaking, think.
ing, acting,--a sufficient motive OF exuita-
lion and emotion TO the delighted jaiIer.
Viva" cried he, "giua, crirca file is
saved. Ans we'll. Che morapiglia. Say.
edl--and thanks TO whom l--foaohdr ~
And, waving in the air his earlhen vessel,
he proceeded 10 hug and embrace il, salut-
ing il with the ienderesi dminuliyes Of the
Tuscan vocabulary.
Thanks TO WHAT" echoed the sick man.
why, to your friendly care, my good Lu-
dosico. Nevertheless, should my cure be
perfected, you will find those doctors yon-
der claiming all honor for their prescrip-
tions; and the priest for his prayers"
"Neither they nor have any title to the
victory" cried Ludovico, with still wilder
gesticulation. "As 10 the SignOre Cdpeiia-
no, his handiwork may have done something
tits hard TO say. But as to the oiher-ay,
ay-as TO the other bringer Of salvation"
"ro whom do you aliude1" interrupted
Charney, expecting that the superstitious
Ludovco would attribute his recovery to
the interposition of some fayorite saint-
WHO has deigned TO become my prolec-
tori"
"Say prOteetress, and you viii be nearer
the mark" cried Ludoyico.
"The Madonna, chi" demanded Char
ney. with an ironical smile.
Neither saint nor Madonna - replied
the jailer, stoutly. "She who has preserv.
cd you from the Jaws Of death and the claws
Of Satan flor dying without confession you
were damned as well as dead), is no other
than my pretty little granddaughter"
your granddaughter p said the Count,
lending q more attentive ear TO his rhapso-
dies.
"Ay, Eeeeiien=a, my god-daughier, Pic
eiOLa, Pieeiolind, Piecioteffd Was not
the first 10 baptize your fayonrite! Did
not give her the name Of Pieciola? Have
you not often told me so YOURSELF Ergo,
the plant is my god.daughter. aud her god
faiher--per BaeeO' Pm growing proud Of
the distinction !"
"Pieeioi1i" exclaimed Charney, starting
up, and resting his elbow on his pillow,
while an expression Of the deepest interest
took possession of his counlenance. "Ex-
plain yourself, my good Ludoyico, explain
yourself"
Come, come. no shamming stupid, my
i~-- lord p' said the taller, resuming the
customary wink Of the eve, ''as II twas si.e
FIRST time that she had saved your life"
"rhe Grst timer
"Didn't you tell me yourself that the herb
was the only specific against the disorder to
which you were subject! Lucky Job had
Mt forgotten il; for the Signora Picciola
proves TO have more wisdom in one Of her
leaves, than the whole faculty Of Montpel-
lier in the noodles that fill its lTencher.caps.
Fr0ndidio. my little god-daughier is able to
defeat a regiment OF doctors sy, in full
compliments battalions, and four
hundred picked men TO each. Pray, did
not your three humbugs in black, throw
back the coverlid on your nose, and pro.
nounce you to be dead mani while Piccio-
Ia, the stout-hearted lille weed (God send
her seed in her harvest y brought you round
in the saying Of paternosieri IT'S re-
cipe mean to keep like the apple Of my
eye; aud f ever poor little Antonio should
fall sick, he shall drink bro,hs Of the herb,
aud eat salads Of il; though, good truth,
It's as bitter as NORWOOD A single cup
of the infusion, and all acted like charm.
Vifforia! Vipa Piilustrissima Sigaoyina
Pieeiola D."
Charney had not the heart 10 resent these
tumultuous ecstasies OF his worthy keeper
The idea Of being indebted for his life TO
the agency Of the feeble favorile, which had
embellished his days of health, insensibly
brought a smile 10 his still ieyerish lips
But vague apprehension oppressed his
feelings.
"In what way, my good Ludovico, did
you manage 10 apply your remedyr' said
he, family
Faith, easily enoughl A pint Of scald.
ing water poured upon the leaves" (Char-
ney bit his lips with anxiety sin close
kettle. which, after turn or two over the
stove, furnished the decoction."
Indeed % exclaimed the Count. falling
back on bis pillow, and pressing his hand
TO his forehead "You have then destroyed
the plant must not reproach you, Luz
doyico; you did il for the best. And yet.
my poor Piceioia! What will become of
me, now have lost my little companion 2"
Come, come compose yourself" an.
swered Ludoyico, assuming the paternal
tone OF father comforting his child for the
loss Of favorite plaything. Compose
yourself. and do not expose your limbs to
cold by throwing of your clothes in this
way. Listen 10 reasonl" he continued,
dsposing the covering round the person Of
his patient. "Was to hesitate between
the life Of gillyhower and the life Of
man ? Certainly not. 'Twould have been
a sin--a murder -
Charney groaned heavily.
However, hadn't the heart to plunge
the poor thing head foremost into the smok-
ing kettle. thought loan might do as
well as total pillage; so, with my wife's
scissors, ! shipped OF leaves enough for
strong infusion (sparing The buds; for the
jade has now three fower.buds for her top
knot and though her foliage is little the
thinner, I've notion The plant will not suf-
fer from thinning. Pieeiola will, perhaps,
be the better for the job, as well as her mas
ter, So now, be prudent, eceelienza! only
be prudent. and all will 60 by clock.work at
Fcnestrella."
Chnraey, directing glance of grateful
affection towards his jailer, extended towards
him n hand which fhis time T,udoyico felt