Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1875-03-26


leave" and the gem was removed from the
neck II encircled.
She comprehendcd something terrible.
She found speech "Whom do you take
Mr.. Mowbray for?" said she
"Whom? why the renowned Capt. de
Montmorency.
A shriek-so fierce in its agony as TO
cause the criminal to rebound-struck on
the ears Of all present; insensibility iol-
lowed and Flavia was removed. SO was
her bridegroom-to Newgate.
The trial was concluded-justice was ap-
peascG-the robber doomed. And his in
nocent and unpoluted victim.-Fer days
her life had hung on a thread. But youth
and health closed for a short time the
gates of death. She recovered. Revivlng
MS from dreadful dream, she could scarce
ly believe in the terrible event which, tor
nado-like, had swept over her. She de-
sired her father to repeat the circumstances.
Weeping, and his venerable gray hairs
whittier with sorrow, Mr.. Hardcourt COM
piled. She heard the recital in silence.
Presently clasping her fathers hand, Dear
parent" she said, "when-when p She
could utter no more nor was II necessary;
he comprehcnded her but too well.
1.-The day alter tomorrow" he replied.
"Father, must be there"
MY Flavia, my dearest daushterl"
Father, must be there Do you re-
member your iest7 An, it has come to
PASS in bitter earnest. must be therer'
Nor would she be pacified; she persisted.
Her physician at length urged them to
give her her way. II would, he said, be
less dangerous than denial.
Near Tyburn seats were erected. Win
dows, balconies to he let out to hire. One
of these last, the IL, ost private, was secured,
and on the fatal morning Flavia was taken
thither in a close carriage, accompanied by
her parent and her aged cousin. She shed
no tears, heaved not single sigh, and suf-
lered herself to be led to the window with
strange immovable calmness. Soon shouts
and the swelling murmur of a dense crowd
reached her ears. The procession was ar
irving. The gallows was not IN sight, but
the fatal cart would pass close. 1t came on
nearer, nearer-more like triumph, that
dismal sight, than human fellow man
Fastening to eternity.
She clenched her hand., she rose up,
straining her fair white throat to catch a
glance of the criminal. Yes, there he was,
dressed gayly, the crimson nosegay fiaunt-
ing in his breast, dull despair in his heart,
reaching from thence TO his face. As the
train passed Flayas window, by chance
he raised his hot, bleared eyes; they rested
on his bride, his pure, virgin wife. The
wretched man uttered yell OF agony and
cast himself down on the boards of the
vehicle. She continued gazing the smile
frozen on her face. her eyes CLASSY, motion.
less, fixed
They never recovered their natural in
telligence. Fixed and stony, they bore
her, stricken lamb, from the dismal scene.
Her old father watched for days by her
bedside, eagerly waiting for ray OF light,
! a token of sense, or sound. None came.
She had been stricken with catalepsy, and
it was blessing when the enchanted spirit
was released from its frail habitaton-
when the pure soul was permitted 10 take
its flight to happier regions. Poor Mr.
Hardcourt sank shortly into a state o.
childish imbecility, and soon father and
daughter slept in one grave.