Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1852-08-27

scarcely probable that he would show mer-
oy to one attached by lineage and love, to
Papal Rome. Strangers as they were,
poor, unknowing and unknown, what had
they not TO fear, and what was left for
hope?
The morning of trial came. The fogs
OF that dismal month spread like dark
veil over the earth. There was no beauty
In the landscape, no light in the heavens,
and no hope in the heart.
The Judges took their places. A crowd
of wrelched delinquents came to receive
their doom. We suppose it to be a re-
tlnement of modern days, that men are not
punished for their crimes, but ONLY to defer
others from committing them This court
OF iienry's seemed to think otherwise:
there was all the array of human passions
IN the Judges, as well as in the Judged.
On one hand, recreant fear abiured his
creed on another. heroism braved all
contingencies. courting the pile and the
stake were given with unrelenting cruelty.
AT length, there stood at the bar an
aged man and youthful girl !; the long
white hair of the one fell loosely over the
shoulders, aud left unshaded a face wrin-
kled as much by care as age; the dark
locks Of the other were braided over a
countenanee clouded by sorrow and wet
with tears.
The mOckery of trial went on. 1t was
to prove what even the criminal did moi
attempt to gainsay.. The aged merchant
avowed his fidelity to TIE Pope as true
son Of the Church-denied the supremacy
OF Henry over any part of the fold, and
thus sealed his own doom.
There was an awful stiffness through
the court-stlllness, the precursor of doom
broken only by the sobs of the weeping
girl, as she clung 10 her fathers arm.
Howbelt, the expected sentence was in
terrupted: there came a sudden rush
fresh attendants thronged the court.
Room for Lord Cromwell Room
for Lord Cromwell = And the vIcar-gen-
eral came in his pomp and his state, with
all the insignia of office, TO assume his
place OF pre-eminence at the tribunal.
Notes of the proceedings were laid before
4 Lord Cromwell. He was told of the i'll
tended sentence and he made gesture Of
upon the mind Of the Italian girl. as Lord
Cromwell entered. She watched his coun-
tenance while he read; il was stern, indi-
cative OF calm determination but there
were lines in it that spoke more of mis-
taken duty than innate cruelty. \ ct when
the yIcar-general gave his assent the steel
entered Emlia's soul. and sob, the very
accent of dispair, rang through that court,
and, where it met the human heart, pierced
through all the cruelty and oppression that
armed II, and struck upon the natural feel
ings that divide men from monsters. The
sound struck upon Lord CromwelFs ear,
his eye sought the place whence it pro-
ceeded it rested on Emilia and her faith
er. A strange emotion passed over the
face of the stern judge perfect stiffness
followed.
Lord Cromwell broke the silence. He
glanced over the notes that had been hand
ed 10 him, speaking apparently to himself
From Italy, Observation-Disclosures
ined by the wars-ay, those Milan wars
were owing to Clements ambition, and
Charles knavery-the loss of substance
to England, to reclaim an old indebt-
ment.
Lord Cromwel's eye rested once more
upon the merchant and his daughter.
Ye are of Ilaly-from Milan ; is that
your birthplace
We are Tuscans, replied the merchant,
'of Lucca and oh noble lord, if there
is mercy in this land, show it 10 this TN
happy gisi;' Is,1 =. - ..;.,.. :. .x.,,;n,. u r..
girl, we live or die together! !!
The vicar-general made an answer to
neither. He rose abruptly; at a sign from
him, the proper officer declared the court
adourned-the sufferers were hurried back
to their cells, some went whittier they
would not but all dispersed.
A faint and solitary light cleaned from
chink of the prison-wa wals--it came from
the narrow cell of the Italian merchant
and his daughter.
The girl slept-ay, slept. Sleep does
not always leave the wreiched, to light on
lids unsullied with a tear. Reader hast
thou known intense misery, and canst
thou remember how thou hast felt and
wept, and agonized, until the very excite
ment of thy misery wore out the body's
power of endurance, and sleep, like tor
por, stupor, a lethargy bound thee in its
chains! Into such sleep had Emilia
fallen she was lying on that prison-foor,
her face pale, as if ready for the grave, the
large tears yet resting on her cheeks, and
over her sat the merchant, leaning, asking
himself whether, treasure that she was,
and had ever been to him, he could wish
that sleep to be the sleep of death.
The clanking of a key caught the mer-