The Gonzales inquirer. [volume] (Gonzales, Tex.) 1853-current, 1853-06-11

eye sought the place whci:cc II proceeded ii
rested on Emilia and her father. a strange
emotion passed over the face Of the stern Judge
"A perfect stillncs followed
Lord Cromwell broke the silence He glanc-
ed over the notes that had been handed to
him. speaking apparently to himself: "From
Italy, merchant Milan--runcd hy the wars
ny, those Milan wars were owirg TO Clements
ambition, and Charcs's knavcry tho loss of
substancc--to England to reclaim an old in.
debtmcnt."
Lord CromwclTs eye rested once more upon
the merchant and his daughter. "Yc are of
Italy; from Milan, is that your birth. .placcy'
"Wc are Tuscans,' replied the merchant of
Iucca "and, oh noble lord, If there is mercy
in this and show il now TO this unhappy girl!'
To both, or 10 neithcr!" exclaimed the girl;
"wc will live or die togcthcr"
| The Vicar-Gcncral made answer to neither
He rose abruptly; at sign from him, the pro.
per officer declared the court adjourned. The
sufferers were hurried back to their cell some
went whittier they would-others, whittier
they would not /; but all disappeared
| faint and solitary light cleaned from a
chink of the prison wall--it came from the
narrow cell of the Italian merchant and his
daughter.
The girl slcpt-ay, slept Sleep does not al
ways leave the wrctchcd to light on lids unsul.
lied with a tear. Reader, hast thou known
intense misery, and canst thou remember how
thou hast felt, and wcpt, and agonizcd, until
the very excitement of the misery wore out
the body's power Of endurance, and sleep, like
torpor, stupor, q lcthargy, bound thee in It's
chains? Into such sleep had Emilia fallen
She was lying on the prison floor, her face pale.
ms If ready for the grave, the large tears ye,
resting upon her checks; and over her sat the
merchant, thinking what treasure she was
and had ever been to him--he could wish that
sleep to he the sleep of death.
The clanking Of n key caught the merchants
ear; gentle step entered the prison The
fathers first thought was for his child lie
made motion TO onjoin silence il was obcycd
His visitor advanced with quiet tread the
merchant looked upon him with wondcr--
Sn=siy iy--no--and yet should il be! that his
Judge, Lord Cromwell, the Vicar General
stood before him, and stood not with thcatcn.
ing in his eye, not with dcn,inciations on his
lips, but took his stand on the other side OF
Emilia, gazing upon hu with an eye in which
pity and tenderness were conspicuous.
Amszcment bound up tho faculties Of the
merchant He seemed to himself as one that
drcameth.
I Awake, gentle girl, awake" said Lord
Cromwell as he stopped over Emilia. "Lct
me hear thy voice once more as II sounded in
mine car in other days"
The gentle accents fell too light to break the
spell of tina. heavy slumbcr, and the merchant
whose fears, feelings and confusion formed
perfect chaos, STOPPING over his child, suddenly
awoke her with the cry of Emilia Emilia
awake and behold our iudgel"
| NAY, nay, not thus roughly" said Lord
Cromwell but the sound had already called
Emilia TO n sense Of wrctchedness She half
raised herself from her rccumbcnt posture into
n knccling one, shedowng her lnzzled eyes
with her hand, her streaming hair falling In
wild disorder over her shoulders, and thus
resting a, the feet Of her Judge
"Look on me, Emilia" said Lord Cromwell,
aud, encouraged 10y the gentle accents, she
raised her tear.swolcn eyes 10 his face AS she
did SO the Vicar General lifted from his brow
his plnncd cap aud revealed the perfect out.
line Of his features. And Emilia gaycd Ms il
/ spell bound, until gradually shades OF doubt,
Of won'lcr, of recognition came struggling over
her couatenanoe, and finally in voice of pas.
siona,c anazcmcnt shc exclaimed, at is the
sainc' IL is our sick soldier gucstw
I "Evcn go" said Lord Cromwell, "cvcn so.
my dear aud gentle nurse lie who was then
the poor dependent on yo,r bounty. receiving
from your charity his daily brcad as an aims,
hath this day presided over the iss ues of If,
and death as yous judge; hut fear not gentle
/ Emilis; the sight of thee comes like the memo.
~ of youth and kindlicr thoughts cross the
s'crncr mool tha, lately ,iarkcnesi over me.
They whnss vcicc may iniimcnee the destiny OF
n ns,'cn gradually lose tho memory nf ecn,ier
thoughts, I, may he Prevalence ti,ss hath sent
i thee 80 acl' me hack AGAIN into softer nature.
Many hes,' shall be gla,ldenesl, tha, bnt for
my sigh, Il thee had been sad unto death I
bv,hiak mc, gentle girl. &c the flowers laden
wi,h dew and rich with fragrance, which thou
dda lay upon my pillow, white ibis hart
,sroa,hc'l With agony cf rsin ai.ce Il, :ondiy
thinking their sweetness wosl.l i,c hahn; and
how thou vert nsesl 10 sseal into my clsam,ws
snd listen 10 ,seo cf this tive land ~ my hcsncs
Thou ART hsrs; and hsw hast thou been wei.
cemcds to prison. ssi wsll nigh to death.
Hut the pocr soldier hath hcme cosne ihc,
and thy Eiher saJ share h"
Ar hour who dsse prophecy lie ovvns&l