The morning journal-courier., 1908-04-18

 daughter, Lucrezla Borgla. There Is Fiber fisherman, Glorglo Scharvonc, who appears for moment only, bu. with speech describing the finding of the young dukes body which is ln- tcnsely vivid, so much so that you foel us If you had been present at the ln- terVicw that followed tho murder oi Francesca hy the assasslns hired by his brother the cardinal Georglo.-- IIollest Sire, Last night kept my boat on Tiber---
 Sire, The thlng saw was nothing of my
 dccd--- It shook me out of sleep to see it--
 Lord have mercy: look not so on me. Alexunder,-- Dog, Speak while thy tongue is thine. Gcorglo-- Two men came down And poered along the water side: and Camo after--men whose eyes raked all the night | Searching the shore--I lay beneath my boat Beside 1t on the darkllng side and saw, Then came a horseman-Sire. his horso was white | The moonlight made his mane like dull
 white fire And on the crupper heavily hung e corpse,
 Arms held from swinging on this side, legs on that, know not which on either--but tho l men Held fast that held: and hard on Tiber
 side
 They swung the crupper toward tho
 water-sharp And swift as man may steer horse-.l | and caught And slung their dead into the streams
 and he
 DrIfled and caught the moon across hisa
 face
 And shone like life against 1t: and thei
 chief
 Till then sat silent as the moon at
 watch,
 And then bade hurl stones on the drifts
 Ing dead
 And sink him out of sight: and seeing
 this done
 Rode thence. and they strode after. Aloxander.- Man, and thousS Thou: Wi Giorgio.- Sire, set my heart again <
 to sleep.
 turned and slept under my boatside. Alexander.- Stir not. Bid They fellows bring my dead before mo.
 Exit officer.
 Nay, But mine 1t is not yet--it may not be Mine-whlle 1t may not be 1t is not.
 Child (to Lucrezia It shall not be thy brother. Pray no
 prayer. Fear strikes more deep into the fearful heart The wound 1t heals not. (Entcr officers with the body of Fran cesco.) What Is he they bring? : O God! Thou livest. And my child Is dead
 The closing scene Is between the pope and the murderer, the one angry. sor- at ease. f Aloxandcr.--If the heaven stand still and smite thee not There Is no God indeed. Caesar Nor thou nor s Know. 7 Alexander.-- could pray to God that God might be r Were l but mad. Thou sayest I am mad: thou lied
 Caesar Most hollest father, no. Thy brain is not so sick yet. Thou and 9 have let thee live , Thee? Alexander.---T.ong enough he hath kept me- to behold . Ills face as firo-if HIS lt bc-and eartn f As hell--and thee. begotten of my loins, As satan. Caesar.--rhe first fruits of thy fathers i, hood 1 Was something less than Satan. Man
 of God,
 Vaunt not myself. Alexander I would l had died . in the womb. o Caesar.-Thou shalt do better, dying in Peter's chair. l Thou shalt die famous. Thou and I !. VIII make this rank and ruinous Italy | One Ours 1t shall be, body and soul n and great r Above ali power and glory given oa :, God d To them that died to set thee where,
 thou 9rt--
 Throned on the dust of Caesar and of
 Christ. = Imperial Earth shall quail again, and i Again the higher because she troubled. a Rome 3 So bade 1t be: 1t was. and shall be.