Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1847-08-26
,NUMBER 26.

The kingdom in blaze BY their intrigues NO
Princess dc Conde---no Princess d'Angle,erre
10 give cause of scandal TO the prying eyes
and living tongues Of invidious curriers'
When The Palace gates are closed at midnight,
the King knows the whereabouts OF every
member Of his family, and he has not to dread
the tampering OF conspiralors or the nocturnal
fredaiae.
The death OF 6onfalionieri--,hat former
idol OF our Republican Salons has not created
one single public expression OF regret. nor ga
ven birth TO single lode to Liberty" or "I.a-
ment for the Brave in any OF the Repubh-
can Journals. He was among the few sursi-
vors OF Spielberg tyranny. His history ls
romance. not so much for his own adventures
as for the extraordinary affection and devotion
he had inspired in his wife, who was one Of
the most lovely and accomplished women OF
her day. From the very hour Of his arrest
which took place at ball at Milan, she lett
him not. save to intefcede with has persecu-
tors. She spent her youth, her fortune, IN
her ceaseless endeavors to soften the hearts OF
his enemies, and finally laid down life itself.
worn out with her efforts 10 save him from
captivity and death She followed, attired IN
her ball dress, all through the night Of horror
which changed his existence from powerful
leader Of a popular party to that OF a nisera-
bic and neglected captive; she cared not Tor
the cold nor the rain, which fell in torrents
but at each relay she descended from the car
rage which conveyed her, TO hover round that
which contained her husband, needless OF the
brutal jeers and rebuifs OF the gems d'dracs,
who rppulsed her with drawn sabres. AT
length, when, after some days journey, they
reached the gates of Spieberg, she fell upon
her knees in supplication for one last word
one single word-before the dungeon closed
upon him. perhaps forever. She was relu-
sed and then she gave the cushion on which
he head had rested during that long and wea-
nv Journey INTO the hands Of the least Zero
cious-looking of his guards, bidding him deli
yer it to the Count, and tell him that she had
been in the carriage which had followed his so
closely; that il was her voice which he must
have heard at each relay in wallng suppca-
cation and lament; and the pillow she now
sent to him 10 rest his head upon was wet
with tears shed for him alone, The guard
took the pillow, and, with cruel laugh at SO
much ingenuity wasted, cut II open before her
face, fully expecting to find some important
papers, some clue to conspiracy, within
And onsalionieri knew not for years that she
had even thought Of him once after he had lelt
her side; nor that she had lowered, disguised
in peasants dress. for months together, round
the bleak hill of Spielberg; nor that, by The
sacrifice of her fortune, she had at length oh
tanned the promise of his liberty, and then
died, What must have been his feelings
when he learnt all this! What mus, have
been his love, his gratitude. TO her memory!
And how did he prove ~ you will say
Why, he married again. and has died tho
victim Of his own avarice at the foot OF the
Alps, overtaken by the cold which neither his
age nor his feeble health were made to encoun-
Ter in the cheap conveyance which he had
chosen. He has died enormously rich, his
properly not having been conhscaied, but al
lowed TO accumulate during his long lmprison-
ment. lie had outlived popularity, and leaves
no regret behind he had suffered his fellow
martyrs to anguish in want, nor extended a
kindly hand to aid them, in spite ofhis wealth !;
so that the utter silence Of the pariIsans of his
cause is but just, aud conveys very strong
impressive moral.--.Na. h,teIigencer.