The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1853-04-07

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the Vicar. General gave his token of as
sent. the steel entered Emilia's soul, and
sob, the veriest accent of dispair, rar
through that court, and where it met the
human heart, pierced through all the cru
city and oppression that armed IL and
struck upon the natural feelings that di
vide men from monsters,
The sound struck upon Cromwell S
ear; his eye sought the place whence il
proceeded it rested on Emelia aud heI
father. A strange emotion passed over
the face of the stern judge--a perfect
stiffness followed.
Lord Cromwell broke the silence. He
glanced over the notes that had beer
handed to him, speaking apparently tc
himself; From ltay--a merchandise
lan--ruined by the wars--ay, those Mi
Ian wars were owing to Clements ambi'
ton and Charles knavery--the loss o.
substance--to England to reclaim an old
indictment.
Lord Cromwell's eye rested once more
upon the merchant and his daughtef.--
"You are Of ltilay-from Milan---is thai
your birthplace ~
I'VE are Tuscans," replied the mer.
chant of yucca; "and oh noble Lord
if there is mercy in this world, show il
now 70 this unhappy girlV ,
ITO both or 20 neither" exclaimed
the gixk "We will live or die togetherl'
The Vicar. General made answer 70
neither. lie rose abruptly; at a sign
from him the proper officer declared the
court adjourned, The sufferers were
hurried back to their cell; some wen
whittier they would; others where they
would not; but all disappeared.
A faint and solitary light cleaned from
chink q the prison wal--it came from
the narrow cell OF the Italian merchan
and bis daughter.
The girl sIept--ay, slept. Sleep doe'
not always leave the wretcned to light oil
Lids unsuIied with tear, Reader, has
thou known intense misery, and cans
thou remember how thou hast felt anC
.wept and agQoized until the very excite
ment Of the misery wore out the body
power of endurance, and sleep, like a tor
por stupor, lethargy, bound thee il
/ its chains :? Into such sleep had Emili
fallen, She was lying on the prison floor
her face pale, as if ready for the grave
The large tears yet resting upon he
cheeks and over her sat the merchant
thinking what treasure she was and hat
ever been TO hm--he could wish tha
sleep to be the sleep Of death.
The clanking of key caught the mer
chants car; gentle step entered th
prison. The fathers first thought was TO
his child. He made motion to enjoil
silence; it was obeyed. His visitor ad
vanced with a quiet tread the merchan
looked upon him with wonder. Surely
no--and yet should it be, that his Judge
Lord Cromwell, the ar.General, stooC
before him, and stood not with threaten
ing in his eye, not with denunciation oil
his lips. but took his stand on the othe
side of Emilia, gazing upon her with al
eye IN which pity and tenderness wer
conspicuous.
Amazement bound up the faculties o
the merchant. lie seemed to himself a
one that dreamelh.
Awake, gentle girl, awake" said Lore
Cromwell, as he stopped over Emilia
Let me hear thy voice once more. as
sounded in mine ear in other days"
The gentle accents fell too light Il
break the spell oI that heavy slumber, ant
the merchant, whose fears, feelings ant
confusion formed a perfect chaos, stoop
ing over his child, suddenly awoke he
with the cry OF Emilia Emilia awak
and behold our judge T.
"Nay, nay, not thus roughly" sait
Lord Cromwell; but the sound had al
ready called Emilia to sense Of wretch
edness. She halfraised herself from he
recumbcnt posture into kneeling one
shadowing her dazzled eyes with he
hand, ber streaming hair falling in will
disorder over her shoulders, and thu
resting at the feet of her judge.
Look on me, Emilia" said Lore
Cromwell; and, encouraged by the gen
tie accents, she raised her tear-swollel
eyes TO his face. As she did SO the Vi
General lifted from his brow hi
plumed cap, and revealed the perfect out
line of his features. And Emilia gazet
as spell-bound, until gradually shades o
doubt, of wonder, Of recognition, cam
struggling over her countenance; and
fiAally, in a voice of passionate amaze
ment, she exclaimed "lt is the same
is our sick soldier.guest"
"Even so," said Lord Cromwell, "evel
so, my dear and gentle nurse. He VIII
was then the poor dependent on you
bounty, receiving from your charity hi
daily bread as an aims, hath this day pre-
sided over the issues Of life and death a
your Judge but fear not, gentle Emilia
the sight Of thee comes like the memory {
youth, and kinder thoughts across tn
sterner mood that lately darkened owe
me. They whose voice may infuenc
the destiny Of naiion.gr radually lose tn
memory of gentler hts. II may b
| Providence that halhy ysH the 10 melt m
back again into softer nature. Many
heart shall be gladdoned, that but for m
sight of thee had been sad unto DEATH
bethink me, gentle girl, OF The flower
laden with dew and rich with fragrance