Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1852-1859, 1854-02-10
a.. Hnelishman,s revenge.

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wealthy Englishman, who may constantly be seen
at The grand opera and at the italian opera, and
who enjoys great reputation, not only as being
connoisseur OF music, but further us being great
amateur of painting. How the latter reputation
was acquired you will presently see. He was, he
is, one of those Bedouin Englishmeniswh live al
ternately in all of the European capitals, except
when they are on an occasional 1aunt TO Egypt, or
to India, or to China, or 10 the Holy Land. He
never travelled alone; his wife was with him, his
bona fide wife, for Notwithstanding his Grant life,
ESQ apt TO weaken ones morals.) he had all the
English respect for the sex, and true English
mans love for his wife. She was beautiful wo-
man, one of those .'keepsake' beauties, that once
seen make man dream forever. Her social sue
cess was very great in all the cities They visited
In Rome (after some years marriage) they became
acquainted with a German artist, of good deal
of reputation, who. to his art, joined the learning
of Btnedictine, and knew the city of Rome as
well as Winckelman or Visconti. The German
yolunteeredto be their cicerone in the Eternal
city; they gladly accepted his offer; many were
the hours they passed away with him IN the mu-
scum of the capitol, in the Vatican i'll ST. Peters,
and i'll the delightful excursions they made in the
enyirons of Rome. The artist became in love with
the English lady; size reciprocated his affection.
The husband, as is always tue case, awas long
while in seeing the stain upon his honor; several
years had passed away before he perceived 1t, for
he very much pleased with the artist, and they
had long been en- the most intimate footing. AL
though stung to The quick by such base faithless-
ness aud such gross violation OF all the laws OF
hospitality and of friendship, he said nothing, he
dlsllked scenes; he was, nevertheless, determined
upon complete vengeance, and he appealed to
cooler reflections to furnish forth suitable pun
ishu ent. ~ W. sfH18sf Is
he passions are bad counsellors. .Heleft Italy
and returned with his wife TO England, saying
nothing but Am recon! to the artist. When lie
reached England. he told his wife OF the painful
discovery he had made, and he gave her back into
her fnthers hands. He, then returned to the Con-
tinent alone. and visited Germany. Russia, and
France. where OlrchaSeu Dafnt-
ings; he then went TO Italy, meanwhile contin-s
uug to purchase paintings, and OF last--two years
had now passed away since their last meetihg-he
called on the German painter, who still lived IN
Rome, and demanded satisfaction from him. His
challenge was accepted; and the EngliSEman
(according TO the European custcm-much better
rule than ours) being the offended party, selected
the weapons; he chose tue pistol. During the
past two years he had practsed daily for several
hours, and his known address with the pistol had
become All unerrins certainty OF shot. He sent
the ball wherever he wished it to go. The parties
went on tie ground; they were placed thirty PAGES
apart, and with the privilege Of advancing ten
Steps before firing The signal was then given:-
Fire! One! Two! Three!. The word lire was
Scarcely out of the seconds mouth, whea the
Eng iSliman fired without moving; his antagonists
pistol fell from bis hand, and was discharged by
The fall, tire ball burying itself in the ground.
The Englisnnan's ball had shattered the artists
hand; an amputation was necesSary-his career oil
artist was enled, and forever. tH+1gaI 55F
A few days after the amputation the Englishman
called on HIM, and without otherwise noticing the
angry reception lie met, said TO the suffering artist,
'tif You think my vengeance is satisfied with your
shattered hand the wreck of your artists career,
you strangely underate the agony of n deceived,
dishonored husband; though 1 have condemned
you to life of vain regrets, to a never ending
series Of impotent si his, To total oblivion by all
anna teurs and historians of arr "Oh! no, SIR"
Interrupted The Artist, his face beaming with lay
OF hope; ''the last you cannot do; my Madonna,
At ST. Petersburg, my Luther, ut Berlin; my Flight
into Egypt, II Paris; my -" The English
man interrupted him in turn: t'Spare me-" said
he, .sihe names of your works; but look over this
catalogue and see if have not the exact list of
them ALL" "Yes, they are all there-even the
painting finished the evening before the duel"
'.Sol was persuaded. All the paintings on this
catalogue are my properly; being my property do
wi them what please, aud l please 10 burn
then-aye, to burn every one of them, that your
name shall be completely effaced from theg glorious
roll of artists; in two hours from this time your
toll, your conceptions, your skill will be as com
petely eifaced from this world, as the name the
urchn traces in the sand is effaced by the rising
tide; fire is as destructive water!'' In VAIN
the poor artist legged Tor mercy, the wronged hus-
band was onp'elely insensi5le 10 his supplica-
tons, and in two hours servant brought 10 the
artists room large earthen vessel, commonly used
to contain oil, fll<d with ashes--it was all thatre
manned of his paintings.-Paris Cor. Boston Atlas.