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THE FUGITIVE GLADIATOR.
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THE FUGITIVE GLAD1ATOR.s

 The following powerful and affecting de- scription oftbe flight ofa Roman gladiator from his brutal master is extracted from MT Horace Smiths new novel, entitled Zillah, a Tale of the Holy City. The time is during the second triumvirate and the heroine of the tale the daughter of the second high-priest of the Jews. Zillal, is on the road to Rome. ,4y

 As she gazed vaguely around her, r,list- ening rather than looking, she perceived something stealthily moving amid the foli-. age, midway up one of the prodigious oaks scarcely twenty yards from their carriage. At first she cojectured it to be some wild creature, but another moment undeceiyed her. Yes, yes, it was he--the fugitive, holding his sword in his mouth, and clan,- bering up the oaken tower, as if he had been fashioned by nature for the purpose, "a clawed animal, thing of the woods. In- stantly averting her eyes, lest her gaze should direct othersto the same spot, she fixed them upon the ground, and clasping her hands, remained for some moments, in an agony of suspense, almost afraid to breathe .and still .piore fearful of betraying her emotion. The'shout of many voices. tho glamour of a brazen throated trumpet blowing b peal of triompl, and the honrse { cries of Found! found In the, tree! in the great oak Y revealed to her that inc object ofher deep solicituda was discover. ed ,; and as she clung to her father, trem- bling with agitation, and nttering an inyol- untary sob of sympathetic anguish, she a. gain cast up her eyes to see whether tho poor wretch might still possess some chance of escape. m

 Conscious as hc must have been thai he was discovered, he neither accelerated nor retarded his progress; but appearius < to bestow no attention whatever upon ,l,, hubbub beneath him., and the numerou pursuers who were nou conyerging hastil, towards the spot, he continued climbinc- up--np--up, till he had nearly gained ih summit of the tree, where lea6ess bar bough, apparently ono that had hccn blast ed by the lightning, shot itself into the gid ! dy ar, stretched athwart the road. Alon this crazy, fearful perch, he began to .craw npon his hands and knees, still holding n sword in his mouth. The branch tren,bled VI. swayed to and fro---it bent with Nj weight Zillahsknt her eyes wilma shud der shs tried even 10 stop her ears. .expec, ing every moment to hear the anpallin cEashthe death shfiek---tils horrible sir nat that hs was precipitated from that ter