Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-08-08

You are aware that Athis IS the YET. Of the
Holy Magdalen. and that a grand cere-
mony will be selemnized In honor Of the
day 1t has occurred to me that might
prepare myself for my devotions by the
contemplation Of that atenquisite Magda-
len of Guide, hich hangssin your cham
bery May Ii ventureaa's he continued,
with the extreme Of difference in his
manner, approaching the door slowly,
but with Determination as he spoke.
. All is in disorder within, > said the
young wife, casting . hurried glance
through the half open door: Ebut 60 IN
for few moments; I Will meanwhile
begin to dress iii this room. "
How beautifnln' he excfaimed, in a
voice Of Simulated rapture. .:q~sffow be.
witching is this disarrayt These robes
carelessly scattered aboutLthcsei ftnv
slippers that protect and grace the most
delicate of feet There is a,.halminess
in the air--something celestiln and ex.
tatic. The spirit Of poetry breathes
around me- f..-r'g % =, "a. SO.
he fixed scrutinizing glance ON the
bed, the silken rverlet of which appear.
ed to have been taken up and then care
fully spread out, while underneath he
could discern the contour Of human
figure, which, to be as little observable
as possible, was stretched at full length.
Il will sit down for a short time"
said the Marquis, in tone the most gen.
tie and composed, " and feast my eyes
at my leisure on this master. piece of
genius" $40 a---i i..-1sr eos. i
= As he uttered these words he took the
large white pillow, profusely trimmed
with Brussels lace, and deliberately
placed it on the part of the bed on which
he Judged that the head of the intruder
must be resting-Athen flung himselfupon
it with the wholewcight of his stalwart
frame, pressing at the -same time with
bis right hand and with his utmost
strength on the breast of the concealed
author of his dishonor.G Without seeming
to be in the least degree aware Of the con-
vulsiye death-struggles 4. of his victim,
the Marquis proceeded in, unlaltering
tones u e.i .......7 aiis ..s.. ...,,, s 49,.
Glow absolutely perfect is this work
of art With what chaste and digni-
fled reserve tne lovely penitent is striving
to conceal her bosom and snowy neck
with her finely-moulded arms and long
auburn tresses: while, with a fearful
glance Of pious remofse,, she gazes up.
ards to the throne of mercy and for
giveness Ore almost becomes a poet in
the contemplation Of such masterpiece
Alas that lam without the gift. of the
Improvisatore Lauretta, as know not
how to poetize on this inspiring heme, I
will relate to you an incident which oc-
CURED yesterday. Our young friend,
Giulio Balzetti, accompanied me to the
Church of La Magdalena, and, as we were
promenading in one of the aisles, he made
me remark a particular point of the floor,
on which he requested that | would stand
still, for from that spot, he said, should
distinctly hear whisper uttered at the
remotest part Of the building. And, in
deed, so it was! At the other point
stands the confessional box, number six.
7 had scarcely stationed myself on the
slab of marble which he had indicated 10
me, which heard whisper of angelic
sweetness-T -Those whispered voice is
known to Heaven above! heard the fair
penitent unbosom herself to the father
confessor of her hearts pain and her little
Yenial sins. - s1,t. .. --.. -.
., "' She had q husband. : she said whom
she loved; yes, ani he. loved het in re-
turn-he was so kind to her-he allowed
to her the utmost liberty-in short, she
was disposed to do him justice-she
would requite his affection as Ear as lay
in her power-God help her!-but, the
truth must be declared, shcloved another2'
She did not mention his name it would
have amused me to hear it-seme one of
our handsome young cavaliers, no doubt.
Well-she loved another II was i'm
possible 10 do less,' she said: Is but she
had room in her heart, she believed, for
her husband besides. He was so noble
of soul-so intellectual and refined $50
handsome'-she meant the other SO
worthy 10 be loved. Then, be pressed
his suit with such a passionate ardor.
No it was impossible TO deny him any
thing. Besides, if her husband should
know nothing about the matter, what
harm was done And if he Glanced to
discover the secret; surely he would for
give her-forgive and love her rstill, if his
affection was sincere and more to that
effect. She further related that she had
consented to meet him at an early hour
the next morning, (perhaps, at this very
moment, his happiness is complete !! and,
for his peace and her own, to grant him
all I! Afterwards, she thought. lido you
hear me, 1Lauretta afterwards, this af.
fair douceur would soon be at an end.
This is what the French ladies call pas
ser les, caprices ~ In conclusion, she
timidly begged for-absolution- before
hand 1t would be so comforting and
she obtained it from the holy mari Il How
has this little history pleased you, my
love 2" continued the marquis, raising
himself from his horrible seat, on which /
no sign of motion was discernible. |
s.Of truth he proceeded in spor
tive tone, our reverend pastors arc too
indulgent to the tender passion. speak
of the greater number Of them. Ne
doubt our excellent old friend and spirit
ual counsellor. Father Gregorio, would |
have taken fair lady to task in q differ |
ent wayI; oifyou, for example, IAuretta,
hadnEas he spoke, ,sehe slowly returned
the pillow TO its place, aud dashed aside
the coverlet. Before him lay. the archiI
tect Giulio aBalzetl.a He aseased to