The Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1850-1852, 1851-09-11
From the Drawing Room Companion.
THE CORslCAN's VENGEANCE.
ny FRANCIS A. DIRiVAGE,

1t was a wild and windy afternoon,
and the clouds hung heavily. Portendins
rain. over the rough crass and peaks of
a wild Corsican landscape, rs a na1,
of,wcnty-five slowly toil-d upward from
the valley, shaping his course to the
summit ff Hill Of considerable eleva-
ton. The traveller evidently did not
belong 10 the upper class, yet his dress.
though the material was coarse, was
tasteful .snd well fitted to display the
masculine beauty Of bic wr,I-kai, frame.
He wore dark green jerkin and gray
slouched hat, graced with an eagles
plume. From one shoulder hung short
clo,k Of the same color as his jerkin.
His legs and feet were protected by
leggins and buskins Of finely dressed
leather. and broad black belt encircling
his wasit was fastened in front by a
gold buckle. his only ornament. IN his
right hand he carried a strong IRON shod
staff, to facilitate his steps in climbing.
The cnun,cnancc of the youth was elias
sical in form. the face bronzed with
exposure to the climate. the mouth shad-
ed by thick mousiache, indicating res.
olution while the wild, dark. restless
falcon eye was one
"Th1t melted in love or kindei in wnt."
A turn in the pathway brought him
face to face with parsonage who was
descending the mountain--a man O!
middle age, whose rich vestnrc md
naughty bearing. as we'll as the arms he
bore, proclaimed him nobleman.
"What. ln, Antonio ~ cried the lat.
ter; whittier art thou journeying
The young man recognized in the
speaker the Signor Vincentio Mar,clli
his feudal lord, and uncovering a, once
answered him respectfully: My lord
am going to pay visit TO the cottage
Of Father Ignacio, the shepherd"
"With no thought Of his pretty daush'
ter 2" asked the signor. smiling.
"Nay, my lord.' replied the vassal
IL hope indeed to see Maria. You
know that she is my bc,rolhed and you
yourself have honored US by approving
of our betroihal."
"Aye, ! remember something Of the
SORT" mu,Irted the signor. II wisl
you joy. Ru, we shall see you a, the
festival tomorrow
" As.urediy. my lord. shall ,r,
hard to win the silver cross"
May the same fortune ,ha, attend,
you in love awai, you in games. Pas
on
Antonio bowed low and they parted
the vassal for the shepherds cottage
and the lord for his feudal castle.
A few minutes vigorous exertior
brought the young man 10 the abode o
his betro;heI. He entered, as was hi
wont. without knocking at the door bu
much 10 his surprise, instead Of the per
sons he sought, he found an aged rrie,l
a piouS an austerc man. who led the lif,
Of n hermit ia cave nj no great dis
tance from the cottage. lie ssluled ,h
old man respectfully, and then inquire,
for the shepherd.
"Alss. my son, said father Ambrose
"this life is full Of trouble in the mid
Of life We are in death; our joys peris
like The roses by the way side: Oh
smiIe. are bu, the passing sunshine q
moment
Something has chanced to ou
friends. Speak, father. villa, is il ]:
nacio may have faiiea from the cliffs
Maria may Ie IN
Patience. patience, my son," sai
the hermit. = hast thou the courage +,
bear III news
II have the hear, for every hing b,
suspense"
. "To.norrow Mas 30 lisve L.er III
wedding day .
WAS ~ have been =" echoed II
iurs.poa' young mar - 1t no. 10 b