The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1852-09-29
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"Silence," he cried, "we I'VE had
enough of this"
Leonora fell at his feet, and again en-
treated him TO hear her; but now Fiesco
was almost furious, roughly he tore him
self away, and with Il deep stern voice,
Commanded her to speak no more; vet as
he was strIding from the chamber, lie turn
cd his head to take a last look at her he
loved so well. Size was knecling where
he had left her, her hands clasped, her
meek, expressive eyes fixed with a look
OF anguish on the ground, he stopped and
gazed tenderly upon her, Forgive my
brutal roughncss, gentle love" he exclaim-
ed.
"One moment, only one mcmenti !" she
exclaimed, with a trembling voice "take
leave Of me, Ficsco. We shall not meet
again. Take me to Your bosom, and kiss
me for the last, last time" She rose up,
for ticsco came towards her. Tenderiv
he took her in his arms, her head sunk on
ms shoulder, and once he pressed her lips
to his bare throat but when he raised
her there was no breath upon her pal
Id hps her eyes were closed, her graceful
arms hung llteless. Lconora did not re-
cover from that long and death-like swoon
I'LL the whole Palace was shut up, and
quiet as the grave.
The plans of Fiesco had all been made
with admirable skill and foresight; every
! prccautlon had been taken, every contin-
gcncy prepared for. In every quarter the
most complete success attended his con-
| Splracv. Giannctino was slain at the OH
set; but the loved and venerable Andrea
Dorla, though old and feeble, was carried
IN safety, 10y his own faithful domestics. to
Masona, country scat, about fifteen miles
from Gcnoa. Every quarter of the CITY
was now suddenly III motion, and men of
all ranks rose up to terror and dismay.-
b'.' "'''@ to one party, everything wore
'he aspect Oh one ineXtricable confusion, in
which the only wise and safe way was to
submit to the other, TO Fiesco and the
rest OF hls conspirators, to whom he had
gwen orders, at once the most minute and
the most decided, all was one clear, we'll
organized, wcll-worknig plot.
1t Is a remarkable fact, that in this ce!-
ebratcd conspiracy, every one had been
thought of but the One All-wise Disposer.
OF all human events. Everything had
been foreseeR but the interference of his
wise providence. FicSco, with all his con-
sumate skill and policy. had prnbahlv for
not attended with the blessing of God.-
Perhaps he felt that there was too much
of selfishncss, and too much of iown-ricl /
crime, i'll his we'll laid and executed plot,
for God to tolerate, VINO is of purer ewes
than to behold iniquity.
1t sometimes pleaScs that often-forrotten,
often insulted Being, to Gisconscrt, in a
very quiet and simple way, all the skill
tul arrangements Of earthly policy.
The dauntlcSs head and chief of this en-
trarodinary conspiracy was already trium-
PhPnt. His every plan was crowned with
wonderful success. His lofty form was
seen, his voice was heard in every quarter.
lie shouted Liberty! and the cry spread
like blazing wild-frc on all sides. Not
liberty alone, but Ficsco and Liberty, be-
came the cry. Fiesco was seen running
to the Port, and rs he ran, shouting lib
crty. The galley slaves awakened by the
cry, and repeated it, and Fiesco seems to
have feared lest those convicts should
burst their chains and escape. There was
n little plank leading from the shore to
the gaIleys. 1t is supposed that Fiesco's
foot slipped in passing along this plank
nothing more was known with certainty.
The inquiry, however, at length begen to
be made" Where is Fiesco?" The
conspirators waitsd his further orders.-
The Senate, who had assembled at the
Palace, waited to hear his terms and even
to submit to them. His presence was re-
quircd and waited for everywhere, but lie
appeared not. As the truth broke upon
them, the people began to lose their ardor
in furtEering the conspiracy. That one
false step changed the aspect of the whole
affair. 1t was not till the fourth day after
the breaking out of the conspiracy, that
the body or Fesco was found. His last
mortal agoEies had met no human eve.
his last cries had not been heard. Clog
gcd and forced down by the weight of his
heavy armor, he had been drowned.
1t was not long after the death of the
Young ana gallant Count Of Lavagna.
that an aged man entered the church of
-, i'll haste. His countenance was
troubled, and he was clad in mourning ha-
olhments. AS he passed along the beauti-
ful but gloomy aisles, he looked from side
to side with anxious eyes, as If in search
of some one he had lost. He went to-
wards the chapel of the Lavagna family,
but came back msatisfed. At last he
stopped. A slight and girlish figure, in
the deepest mourning, was kneeling OH
the pavement in dark corner of the an
cient church her pale hands were clasr-
ed, her eyes tmidly raised, and her lips
moved in humble prayer. The aged man
knelt down, but at some distance. as if
fearing to disturb her and when at length
shosrose, then he came forward. She
turned to greet him, not with smiles, but
with calm and melancholy sweetness,
NOR, pleasing than any smiles. She
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