Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1858-08-24
-POMERoY, TUESDAY. AUGUST "a. 1858.

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a pocket-knife, with my name engraved
upon the handle, and stains Of blood upon
the open blade. Rittoni knew my wishes,
and easily imagined the details Of the whole
affair. My confusion confirmed his sup
positious statement; and the strong mind
Of the experienced rufian held future up
controlled dominion over me.
Stained as was with incapable crime,
hesitated not to shed the blood of another
human being, in the endeayor to procure
liule worldly peace. parted with the
Jewels of my ancestors; The stars Of our
houses nobility ---the tiei, gu1dons Of ans
lcient princes to the distinguished mobiles
of our line. I sold into the vile hands Of
the Portuguese Jews, the heir-looms OF
our pride. With the morey thus raised,
l bribed the Spanish ruffian to murder his
comrade, the Chevaier Rittoni. The yell
low gold had its effect. The capitano
lured his victim to a suburban den, and,
in Il pretended quarrel, stabbed him to the
heart.
The ruffian came to my residence, in the
depth of the night, and exhibited his
bloody hands in evidence of his compile
ton of the contract. | rejoieed in the
death of the master spirit-bul deter
mined not to leave the work unfinished,
and remain Ill the tolls of the brutal
wretch whose agency | had successfully
employed. He sat down, half drunk, at
nv supper table; piled him with the
supplying wine of Oporto, which the fat
headed Englishmen love to swill. just as
the faint beams of the returning day be-
gan to gld the steeples of Braganza, for
10 Portugal, after many journeys, my di-
rectors insisted upon returning, dragged
the senseless d,unknrd from his seat, and
hurled the body into a ready prepared
grave, dug by my own hands, in the moist
earth of the cellar hoor | fastened to
heap the mould upon the living corse-an
hours labor restored the place to its ac
customed appearance, and | walked forth
free and unchecked, into the warm, glori-
Gus sunshine of the breathing world.
In ridding myself Of my annoyances,
hoped for and expected q peaceful result
] Alas! have wandered through the world
cursng and accursed. In the bitterness
{ of extreme despair, have resolved tc
claim the painful endurance ola Trappists
life. | care not for its wretchedness--the
solitary ordeal, which you account as q
terrific suffering, to me brings thoughts
of peace. hate commingliug with man
kind. While combating the annoyances
of the brigands, l ielt net TIE depths o
nv iniquiIy-I knew not the amount o
wretchedness entailed upon me by the
, commission of my awful crime. My mind
occupied with present matters, dwelt no
on the past. But now, the damning ma
ture Of my o1ense weighs down my spirit
I and dread to face the light Of day. The
! unintentional death of De We're affects M
mott is but part in the murder OF L.
Roux. The violent ends Of Ri.toni ant
his comate disturb not my ideas-the!
7 we're my enemies, and | caused thei
a deaths. But the confding, open-hearte'
= LIE Roux, with his beauteous wife aut
cherub babes-I canuot drive them fror
f my sight!
Y Say then, holy father, dare you poIlut
/ your monasterys walls by suffering then
v to inclose murderous wretch, who bring
t no portion but load of sin? The poe
V remains of my estates are covenant secur
;. ties for the maintenance OF the otherwls
v destitute children of LIE Roux
:. Penance? what can the mortal mind cor
J. ceive in way of expiatory suffering th'
J. will compare with the pains inflicted b
o. the Creator for the destruction of his ow
h image--the product of his own handicra
i tile murder of my brother man? l hay
e heard his death cry in the solemn hour I
l. midnight, in the glare of the monday sui
l. in the peace of my chamber, in the roar
s. the battle field The plants Of his wido'
g the curses OF his orphans-and the yell
10 detestation-have sounded in my ears
1. the gay moments of the lascivious dane
% when all around breathed happiness al
le 10Y. The forked Lightning tells me of h
a, tsll-thc thunder roar reminds Of my s
" the winds recall recollection of n
I'd fight; and the murmuling of the wave
10 the clouds, the setting and the rising 81
lie exhibit hourly evidences ofmy crime! II
le mashed and bloody face is ever in II
1t view-in my sleep do | enact the deaf
" struggle in the air ami when, in wakil
he agony, fly to wine for false exciteme
Y, and relief, the crimson fluid tastes Ii
d, b!ood-his blood-my hated rival's-w
n. triumphs over me while he enjoys the c
is wed quiet of the grave.
IT. Penance for my crime! Ha! ha!
in laugh the word to scorn! What are yo
n scourgings and your sackcoths to the &C
he science -pangs Of the self-accused wret
ed who is compelled to wreath his agonies
ny smiles, and meet the gazings of his fell
I'm men with an unrufied cheek and cheer
,ut eve, while his heart is sick with mise
al and burdened with a load of sin. Pt
a ance! human ingenuity cannot inven
tithe part OF the intense suffering and pa
or- full wret, hedness which | have endu
or. for many ears. The dread Of retriI
wo tive hereat, r, which alone has Eept
ted from my gra;e, burns with diminisl
q fury when rel ,ember what / have
'it. since murder starred my soul--a cou
Ja. Of painful misery which dims the fire
of an eternal vengeance
lad M,
oh RY- A clerk in q grocery in Wheel
all on empting sack OF Rio Coffee, 70,