Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-01-16
AN ITALIAN TRAGEDY.

And the world, in moiiirn,,
Is free when we sing! .,:.
AN ITALIAN TRAGEDY.
A recent traveller relates, that favor.
ite dramatic piece in the towns of the
Genoese territory is founded on the fol.
lowing tragic story: A few years since
there lived at Port Maurice, near Oneslia,
two lovers named Anna and Giuseppe,
the former eighteen, and the latter twenty
years of age. The parents had given
their consent to their union, and the wed.
ding day was soon to he fixed when,
during a short absence of Giuseppe,
probably brought about by artful contri.
vance, an intriguing friend of the family
prevailed Oh the mother of the bride to
give her daughter to more wealthy lover.
Anna, overcome by a maternal importu-
nifty, did what she had not firmness to
refuse to do, and promised 10 bestow her
hand on d man for whom she had nc
affection. Grief, however, soon under.
mined her health, and, by way of amuse-
ment, she was sent to the mountains to
the olive harvest. Her mother also went
to see some relations in the country, and
an elder sister was left at home.
Anna. nevertheless, grew worse nay,
she was SO i'll, that her friends alarmed
for her life, sent her back to her mother q
house. Meanwhile, Giuseppe had returned
and the report Of Annals intended COM
pulsory marriage SOON reached his ears.
On the following Sunday he met her sister
at mass, and with the urgency, yet with
the resignation Of despair, he implored
her to procure him last interview with
his beloved. They agreed that he should
find Anna in the garden in the evening
by moonlight, while the only guardian
d6iiiestic, IN old sailer, was at the public
house.
At the appointed time Giuseppe was
in the garden, and there he found his
Anna, weak, melancholy, and silent, she
went up to him with faltering steps; but
in vain he questioned her; il vain he en-
deavored to draw from her the acknowl.
edgment that she still loved him, and
acted by compulsioh-not word could
he elicit-mute pale and motiohless, she
stood like beAuteous statue before him.
at length he clasped the adered object in
an ardent embrace, during which he
buried poignard in her heart. She fell
without groan. The murderer hastily
fed over the wall of the garden. The
sister alarmed at Annals protracted ab
sence, went out into the garden, where
she found her Gfeless in her blood, an(
with the assistance Of the old sailor, who
had returned too late, carried her into
the house.
The wretchcd assassin, impelled by
savage frenzy, after strolling about ali
night, again scaled the wall of the gar
den, where he no longer found his Anna
but only her blood, which he was busily
employed in wiping up with his hand
kerchief; when the mother, ignorant 9
what had happened, returned early in tn,
morning from the rilldglaluu, accompa
MED by the friend who was the cause q
the catastrophe, and, unlocking the gate
entered the garden. The frantic Giu
seppa ran to meet her, and holding tn,
bloody handkerchief close 10 her face
wildly cried, "Consci tn quel sancue g
do you know the blood 3 The mother
rushed with fearful presentment int
the house, where the first object that me-
her view was the corpse of her murdered
child. The maniac again fed to the cav
erns of the neighbOring mountains.
The corpse was decorated after tn,
Italian fashion, crowned with a garland
of myrtle, and deposited the night befor,
the funeral in an open coffin in the church
before the high altar. Here person was
placed to watch 1t by the light of conse,
Grated tapers. After midnight the assas
sin suddenly forced his way into tn,
church the afnghted watchman ran off
but stopped at distance to observe his
motions, and behold the unfortunate Gir.
seppa covering the remains of her whom
he had murdered from affection, with q
thousand kisses and burning tears; sftel
which, with the rapidity of lightning, b.
dispatched himself by several pistol. shots
and fell hfeless on the corpse of his be.
loved victim. The unhappy mother wen,
raving mad. During her insanity SHE
frequently exclaimed, =" Conosci tu uue]
sangue Z" and soon sunk into q prcma.
ture grave. ..--.s -.
NOBLE BLoOD.-Dickens, in his Child :
History Of England, gives the following
slap in the face at some of the greatest q
the nobility OF England. In Charles the
Seconds time he says: g The whole
Court was great Haunting crowd of de-
bauched men and shameless women and
Chaterine'S merry husband insulted md