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SdScu III lts LOT none OtucF COulO nave
got the control Of the church, and
none but distinguished victim would
have caused this great precaution in
the murderers. By the din light ol
lamps, whose rays scarcely reached
the lofty ceiling, the stones were re,
moved before the eyes Of the doomed
man, and measurement after measure.
ment taken, to see if The aperture was
sufficiently large.-A bound and help.
less victim, he lay on the cold pave
men:, with the high altar and cross
before him, but no priest to shrive
him. Sitting in pride the emotions
that checked his very sighs, he strong
every nerve for the slow death he
must meet.


At length the opening was declared
large enough, and he was lifted into
it. The workman began at the feet,
and with his mortar aud trowel, built
up with the same carelessness he
would exhibit in filling up any broken
wall. The successful enemy stood
leaning on bis sword-a smile of re-
venge and scorn on his features, and
watched the face Of the man he hated
but no longer feared. Ah! it was a
wild effort that undertook to return
glance for glance and scorn for scorn,
when one was the conquered and the
other the victorious foe! II was slow
work fitting the pieces nicely, so as to
close up the aperture with precision.
The tinkling Of the trowel on the edge
of the stones as it broke off here and
there particle to make them match,
was like the blow of a hammer on the
excited nerves Of the half buried
wretch. At length the solid wall
rose over his chest, repressing its ef-
forts to lift with the breath, then II
stiaed groan for the first time escaped
the sufferers lips, and shudder ran
through his frame that threatened to
shake the eolid mass which enclosed d
it to pieces. Yet up went the mason
work till il reached the mouth, and
the rough fragment was jammed into
the teeth, and fastened there with the
mcfarland still rose, till nothing but
the pale white forehead was visible in
the opening. With care and precis-
ion the last stone was fitted in the
narrow opening the trowel passed
smoothly over it; s!itled groan, as II
from the rock, broke the stiffness, one
strong shiver, and all was over. The
agony had passcd-revenge was salts
fed, and secret locked up for the
great revelation day.


Years rolled by; one after another
the murderers dropped into the grave.
and the memory of the missing mar
passed from the earth.-Years viii
still roll by, till this strong frame shall
step out from his narrow enclosure
upon the pavement living man.


Absorbed in the refle ctions such Il
sight naturally awaken, ] rode on foI
long time unconscious of the scene.
ry around me, and Of the murmur oil
the Arno on lis way through the Val
ley. But other objects at length
crowded off the shadow that was on
the spirit; the day wore away, and at
last, after ascending low and weary
mountain, Florence, with its glorious
dome, and the whole vale of the Arno,
rich as a garden, lay below US. Pas
sing smiling peasants and vine covered
cottages, we trotted into the valley
aud entered the city.-Headley's Let,
ters from Italy. flissgjaa e i


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Native American Thunder.


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