The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1838-08-24 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

TALE OF VENICE.—It was midnight; the great clock had struck, and was still echoing through every porch and gallery in the quarter of St. Mark, when a young citizen, wrapped in his cloak, was hastening home from an interview with his mistress. His step was light, for his heart was so. Iler parents had just consented to their marriage, and the very day was named. " Lovely Giulietta !" he cried, " and shall I then call the mine at last ? Who was ever so blessed as thy Marcolini?" But, as he spoke, be stopped; for something was glittering on the pavement before him. It was a scabbard of rich workmanship; and the discovery, what was it but an earnest of good fortune ? " Rest thou there!" he cried, thrusting it gaily into his belt; " if another claims thee not, thou halt changed masters!" And on he went as before, humming the burden of a song which he and his Giulietta had been singing together. But how little we know What the next minute will bring forth ! He turned by the church of St. Geminiana, and in three steps he met the watch. A murder had just been committed. The Senator Renaldi had been found dead at his door, the dagger left in his heart; and the unfortunate Marcolini was dragged away for examination. The place, the time, everything, served to excite, to .justify suspicion ; and no sooner had he entered the guard-house, than an evidence appeared against him. The bravo in his flight had thrown away his scabbard ; and, smeared with blood, with blood not yet dry, it was now in the belt of Marcolini. Its patrician ornaments struck every eye; and when the fatardagger was produced and compared with it, not a doubt of his guilt remained. Still there is in the innocent an energy and a composure; an energy when they speak, and a composure when they are silent, to which , none can be altogether insensible; and the judge delayed for some time to pronounce the sentence, though he was a near relation of the dead. At length, however, it came; and Marcolini lost his life, Giuletta her reason. Not many years afterwards the truth revealed itself, the real criminal in his last moments confessing the crime; and hence the custom in Venice, a custom that long prevailed, for a crier to cry out in the court before the sentence was passed, " Ricordatevi del povero Marcolini lo—Remember the poor Marcolini.— Great, indeed, was the lamentation throughout the city, and the judge, dying, directed that henceforth and for ever a mass should be sung every night in the ducal church for his own soul and the soul of Marcolini, and the souls of all who had suffered by an unjust judgment. Some land on the Brenta was left.by him for the issue purpose; and still is the mass sung in the chapel; still every night, hen the great square is illuminating, and the casinoes are filling fast with the gay towardsliht itsh see e place l a ter of execution, and the dissipated, a bell is rung as fora service and a ray a the place where on a small Scaffold Gothic window that looks of. Mareolini breathed his lept,--43oyeref it4y,  Importrs.  [VEST INDIES  Frances, (413) C Heath, from Barbados, 597 hhds 6 tes sugar, Barton, Irlam and co-16 do, S L Trotman-10 do,Wilson and Austin—l do, .1 G Oughterson-2 do, Gibbs and co-2 gourds alqrs, 9 pks suceadcs, R, . order-51 pkgs arrowroot, .1 Gowling—Q D Charles Ilamerton, (180) It K Reynolds, from St. Domingo, 307 logs mahogany, 6 tons to wood, H Killiek-1 log 4 pees mahogany, 52 bags coffee, order—Q D.