New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1855-12-15

raggtd red shirt open at his brown breast. Loose
sesnsnrse trowsers. decent shoes. long red cap
sred sash round bis waist, snd ku,fc in it.
Judge II come back from Naples ss went
eee mere my msste'! Ctvits Yeccns, Leshern
porSO Fuo Genoa, Cornice OF Nice ybics il il
thtre), Mars, lles ~ and me- The ana rtmea,
II the jaller aud his keys is where I put taia
thumb ard here AZ nv wrist they keen the M
tiors razor in it's the gaillotine locked M
TIE other msn spst suddenly on the pavement,
and eurgled in bis throst
Some lock below gurgled ia US throat immcdi-
steiy aftsrwsro, snd then 9 door clsshed. Slow
steps began ascending the stairs the prattle Of a
sweet little voice mingled with the noise they
made; and the prison keeper appeared, carrying
his dsug hter three or four years old and basket.
! How goes the world this forenoon gentlemen ?
My little one, You see, going round with me b
have 3 peep 81 her fathers BIRDS. Fie. then !!
Look st the birds my pretty look at the birds"
! he looked sharply at the birds himself, as ho
teld the child up at the CRATE especially st the lit
/ De bird. whose activity he seemed to instruct.
/ have brought your bread. Siguor John Baptist"
said he, they all speke in French but the little
msn was an Italian y and if l might recommend
| you not to game"
! fou don't recommend the master 80 said John
/ baptist, showing his teeth as be smiled
Oh but the master WINS returned the taller.
with passing look of no particular liking At tAs
other man "snd YOU lose. It's quite another
thlrg. You get husky bread and sour drink b, its
and he gets sausage of Lyons veal in sayory ielly
white bread, strschino cheese, aud good wine by
Il. Look at the birds, my pretty"
" Poor birds :" ssid the child.
The fair little face. tOucted with divine com
passion, "a il peeped shTinkipely through the
gTste was Ike an angels in the prison. jobs
Baptist rose and moved toward it, as if il had Q
good attraction for him The other bird remained
as before, except for an impatient glance ct the
basket.
Stay :" said the TAILOR, putting his little daust-
ter on the outer ledge of the crate she shall
feed the birds This big loaf Is for ssnor jobs
Baptist We must break it to get it through into
the cage So. there's tame bird 10 kiss the lit
tie hand This sausage in vine-lesf is for Mon
sieur Rgsud. Again-this veal in savory jelly 10
fer Monsieur Rigsud Agan-these thres white
little lOaves are for Monsieur Rigaud Again,
this cheese-sgain, this wine-again, this tobacco
all for Monsieur Rigsrd. Lucky bird"
The child put all these things between the barv
il to the soft smooth. we'll shaped hand, with evi
dent dresd-mOre than once drawing back her
own, and looking at the man with her fair brow
rougbentd into an expression half of fright and
half of anger Whereas, she had put the Lump Of
coarse bread into the swart scaled knotted banda
of John Baptist twho had scarcely as much nail
On his eight fingers and two thumbs as would hsyo
made Out one for Monsieur Rigsld) with ready
confidence and when he kissed her hand, had her
self passed it caressingly over his fsce. Monsieur
Rieasd, Indifferent 10 this distinction, propitiated
the father BY laughing and noddHg at the daughter
rs often as she gave him anything; and, so sooa a.
he had all his yands about him in COW enlent hooks
of the lrdge on which he rested, began to eat with
m appetite.
When Monsieur Rigsud laughed, change took
place in his face, that wss more remarkable than
pre- possessing. His mustache went up under hix
nose and his nOse came down over his mustache.
in very cruel and sinister manner.
There" said the jsller, turning his basket up
side down to heat the crumbs out, have az
pended all the money received here Is the nOts
of il and that's thing accomplished. Monsieur
Rigaud, rs expected yesterday, the President win
look for the pleasure Of your society at an hosr
ITO try me, eh9' said Rigaud pausing. knife in
hand and mOrsel in mouth
"YOu have said 1t To try you"
There is no news for me 2" asked John Baptist.
who had begun, contentedly, to MUNICH his bread.
The taller shrugged his shoulders
Lsdy of mine Am to lie here all my life,
my ta,her7"
What do know !" cried the taller, turning upo~
bin with Southern quickness, and gestic ulstine
nth both his hands and all his fingers az if ha
we're threatening to tear him to pieces. "Ny
friend, how is it possible for me to tell how
long you are TO lie here What do kno ", John
Baptist CavalettOl Death of my life There
are prisoners here sometimes who arc not in such
a devil OF hurry 10 be tried"
He seemed to glance Obiquely at Monsieur n
Raud in this remark but Monsieur Rigaud had
already resumed his meal, though not with quite
quick an appetite rs before.
Adieu, my birds" said the keeper of the
prison. taking his pretty child in his arms, aud die
tatDg the words with kiss.
Adieu, my birds" the pretty child repeated.
Her Innocent face looked back so brightly over
his shoulder, IS he walked away with her. singing
her the song of the shd's game:
Who passes by this road 50 late
r compssnon de Ia asIolsins
Alwsyssyp
that John Baptist felt it point of honor to reply
AZ the giate, and in good time aud tune, though Q
little hosrsely:
"Cf,ll the king. Knight. ',i' III. iowm,
~ ComPa.non de I. Msjol.ns'
Al~sysgy"
Which accom- panied them far down tho few
steep stairs that the prison keeper had TO stop sk
last for his little daughter to hear the song out.
and repeat the Re rain while they were yet In
sight Then the chd's head disappeared, and tho
pri,, n-keeper's head disappeared, but the ltas
voice prolonged the strain until the door clashed.
MoLseur kigaud, finding the listening john
Bsptst in his way before the echoes had ceased
(eyen the echoes were the weaker for Impnson-
ment and seemed to lag, reminded him with
pusb OF his foot that be had better resume his O~n
darker place The little man sat down again upon
the pavement with the negligent ease of one who
wss thoroughly accustomed to payements; and
placing three hunks Of coarse bread before him.
self and falling TO upon fourth, began content
edly to work his way through them, as if to clear
them of were sort Of game.
Perhaps he glanced at the Lyons sausage, and
perhsps be glanced at the veal in ssyory Jelly but
the, were not there long 10 make his mouth wat
er Mon.ieur Rigaud soon dispatched them in
spite OF the president and tribunal and prose- ded
t. suck his fingers as clean he could, and to wpe