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4 II ! J m - V . , .r IP null i in im "gOL. MILLED, EDITOR iXD PUBLISIIER. . VOLUME HI. NDMBER 6, BOB FLETCHEE. BY TOIVK9END tJAIE.. aaca kaa ploajhmaa, Bat FVlcWi hit mm. . fWa u oU "i TO "l J. Ami t trat kit dam; Yft Ibey lirtd qaita aoataatad. Ami fra frea all ttrifc. Boa Fktclwt tba ploog haua, Aid Jaaj kit wifa. At the awn ttreakad tha !, Aad Ibt aifbt fled away, TWf would rita ap for labor, Bafraihcd for tba day; Aad the tonf, of tba lark. At il row oa tba (ala, Foaad Boh at hit afoagn, Aad hit wife at the pail. A aaal little cottage, lafruat of a grata, Watra ia jroath that f rt fym Their ) baarta ap to loea, Wat the telare of aja, Aad ta Arm dually dear, A it called ap the past. With a anile or a tear. Each irre had itl thought, AaJ tba vow coald iaipart. That raingled in Toath, Tba warn with of the heart; Tba thora wat ttill thrre, Aad the blortomt it bora, Aad the KWif frora tba top Secawd U taaaa at before. IVhea the eartaia of Bight Over aatara Ml tpread, Aad Bob bad retnrned From hit plough to hit tbad. Like a dora oa her aett. He rrpoted from all care. If bit wife aad hit aoan-ttera Coateoted were thera. I bare pasted bj hit done, IVbee the erening wat gjr, Aad the bill aad the landscape Were radtog awar Aad bare hearJ frnat tba cottage. With grateful turprite. Tie voice of thaaktgiving, Like ia Aad T theaght oa the pmad. Who woold look down with aeon Oa the aeai little eottago. The grore aad the thora, Aad fell that the richee Aad tinted of life Were droit, to eoatentmeat With Bob aad hit wife. . Scltct fair. THE BUTCHER OF NOTRE DAME; OR, THE JESUIT FIEND OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW. A TALE OF THETiaiE OF CHARLES IX., OF FRANCE. BT ST.STB, THE PILGRIM. (COBTIN'CED.) CHAPTER XI. GOD BATE ireBCT Dark and gloomy dragged away the nonn that came to stretch out the life of ConntPfiilip d Artoy. On that fatal night of his arrest by the familiars, he had been conducted to the city, and after had pased the gates, he had been Wiudfolded. He knew that he had been W aome distance that he had entered a building with a atone floor, that he had "en conducted down a long flight of steps -and that then a heavy door had been polted upon him. He knew that he was in the prison of the Inqnisition ! Philip's cell was very narrow and very . and the walls were of solid masonry, in one corner was a pallet of wood with soar piece of sackcloth stretched across bat there was no straw nor blankets, ppon the walls the cold moisture stood " great drops, and the atone floor was uuckly coated with a green, noisome, poisonous looking slime. The only light ,fme 'nto tne Pace WM through a "nail aperture at the top, across which fixed two stout iron bars. With a "ty nail which oar hero fonnd ia the . ad he kept an account of the pass "gef the days, and there were twelve npon the stone where he kept his enJar, and', knew he had been in F'son twelve days. At stated times, his door ,M opened, and bread and water in, but the man who came to do this, bad received no answer, lie had seen T. nor for what end. 'd he not know ? Sometimes lie Jeered what it all meant. He tried to that he did not know. But there . mall voice continually whispering XltnJ U "P14 "Death! 30n e wall the Count Lad found l?P"fli nd characters, which (JS. left lJ,ere by those who had pre bun. He fonnd there tha ant). brat, m Hcnry da MontmoriUion, the Jin ?oWe who h mysteriously W t tt!lJ fery-ting. None knew where frienf, ,Jan hd Rone, not even his ThepT Dnt Philip d Artoy knew now! a l 0ther nsmes tfcere t0 tl)er ku?,c,U,0Sn8 r f'ose who bad rf.iltt,,ere tft feftd lhe "" with oL i!? Romi8l Inquisition. And .rr of nisty nail, the Count hon name among the rest, hi "!!0nKbt. u he wrote it, that when ""accessor should read it, his bones should be mouldering in aome deen vault uere ne auouid te known no more by men forever. The confinement to which he bad al ready been subjected, had worn npon bis frame and but for one thing, he would have hailed death as an ange.1 of mercy. That one thought was of Adele St. Aul- rmryrHe could not make op Lis mind to see her no more on earth, lhe thought was agonizing to his soul, and he tried to hope that fortune would be kind. But he knew that he was hoping against hope. Already could he feel that his cheeks were snnken he could see that his hands were growing thin, and his limbs were becom ing weak and emaciated. The twelfth day was drawing to a close, and Philip had thrown himself npon the hard pallet. He had been lying thus for some min utes, when he heard footsteps outside his door. At first, he wondered if he hail slept the night away without knowing it, for the man who brought his food, always came in the morning. But he felt sure that it was yet evening, and he wondered who had come. J tins be was pondering, when the bolts of his door were shoved back, and in a moment more, two men entered bis cell. Tbey were tall, stont men, and robed in black, and Philip could see that blood-red cross upon their breasts. One of them carried a lantern iu his bund, and the other carried a book, "Diilip d Artoy," said he who carried the book, speaking in a tone that sound ed like the voice of the tomb, "yen are summoned to appear before the Holy Tribunal of the Inquisition, there to an swer to questions touching deadly, damn ing sins." "Sins ! iterated 1'hilip. "2io, no J have been guilty of no sins." "Then, so may it appear in proot. "But who is my acenser ?" "If yon are gnilty, God accuses yon Cotno, follow me." "But one question "Not here. Follow me." riiilip knew that he might speak no . ... i . il: 1. . more ; ana witn eiow, iremuung steps, ne followed the dark robed men from the cell, and when they reached the passage beyond, he with the lantern, went ahead, while the others went behind him. In this manner he was conducted along the narrow passage, nntil he came to a flight of stairs, and np these the leader took his way. Beyond here, the way was wind ine and dubious, but all dark as the grave, save the fitful gleams that came from the lantern. After traversing many passages, another flieht of stairs was ascended, and soon afterwards the guide stopped before a heavy enrtain of black cloth, where he pulled a small cord that depended irom ine all. The dull tinkle ol a Den was uearu. and in a moment afterwards, the enrtain moved aside, and another dark robed man appeared. " ho conies bore 7 he asked. "The Count Philip d' Artoy." "He is waited for. Let him enter." The creat black enrtain was moved further aside, and our hero was led thro' the doorway beyond. Here be beheld a scene which made his blood cnrdle in bis veins. The room in which he now found himself, was lanre and high, and the walls aad the ceiling were all draped in black. On one side was raised a kind of inrone, which sat the chief inqnisitor. PhiliD knew him bv the dress, for he had heard something of the costumes of the terrible place. . The robe was the same as the others he had seen, bnt the cap was different, being broad and high, and sur mounted by a red cross. Upon the chief inquisitor's right hand sat two scribes, also robed in black, and behind him, up on cither hand, stood some dozen famil iars, ready for auy work that might be wanted of them. From these things, Philip's eyes wan derod off to the other side of the room, and a cold shudder ran through his frame, as his paze rested npon the various imple ment that there appeared. They were tha implements of torture the device of Satan, ajnd the chief articles of the Cath olic religion, towards the conversion of heretics. - Prominent among them stood the terrible, ghastly, bloodstained rack, with its stout beams, its straps, and its pulleys, and iU screws, all arranged for work. There was the furnace where were heated the irons with which the incarnate fiends of tho Inquisition burned the live flesh of their victims ; and there, too, were the bloody, sharp-pointed spikes with which good men had been nailed, quivering and dying, to the rough cross of painted oak that stood against the wall I . , , V shall tell tale of the Holy .Inqui sition. Start not, reader, and doubt not when It is told ; for, as there is a God in heaven, who looks npon tho deeds of men, so is the story true and faithful. The worst shall not be told, for the blood cur dles and refuses to do its functions of IhTe, when the mind Ukes np the scene. The worst shall never bo told, for mortal pen may not paint the whole horror of this black chamber of damning crime. rhilip d' Artoy saw two men standing near him. -By the light of the g"5 black lamp which hung over the head of the inquisitor, he could see their races. Those faces were ghastly pale, and the beard upon them was long and bristling. Their eyes were deep and snnten, and glared almost wildly in their painful light. There were features there which Philip thooght he knew. Rarely he bad seen those countenances before, ana y he conld not tell whon nor where, une of them he who stood nearest to "i ra ws an old man ; hi. hair was whita, and his form w.s bent. His knees trembled THE WHITE CLOUD, KANSAS, THURSDAY, JULY 21, 1859. ucuciu uim weigni, ana ins bead was bowed with pain and sorrow. The other was not so old a man, somewhere in the middle age of life, and naturally of ... A 1 It . .1,1 awn, uroau onua, ont ne, too. was now weak and trembling. T)..t rrL t e . ... iup. iuo cniei inqnisitor nas opened bis book, and is about to speak tie calls a name. It is Count Arnot de Marronay ! Good heavens ! and can that be tli n 1 .11 rt i . r ... gvuu uiu vyuunt ue diarronay I 1 uinp started back with horror. From his own earliest childhood, that kind old man had been his kindest friend. He gazed again npon the wrinkled brow and snnken check, and npon the frosty head, and he recognized his friend. Only a month be fore, ho had passed several davs beneath that old man's roof, and in that short space of time, how he had altered ! This gave Philip a cine to the indentity of the other man, and he recognized in him the brave and honest kniirht. Sir John di FIois. "Count Arnot de Marronav," said the inquisitor, "do you know why you are brought hither V "I do not," aswered the old man. "Then I will tell yon. Yon are accn sed of having conspired against the life of his most Catholic Majesty, the King oi i ranee ! Hie old Count started back aghast. He had supposed he was apprehended simply as a heretic. "And furthermore," continued the in qnisitor, "it is presumed that yon know of others who have given their counten ance and support to the same diabolical plot. Js it not so ?" "By the holy powers of heaven, the whole charge is false basely, utterly fae !" cried the old man, claspintt his hands fervently npon his bosom. ah, oir iount, that is a very easy assertion to maUe, and we wcro prepared to hear it. But we want the truth. Now is there not, among the Protestants of the Capital, a conspiracy on foot for the mur der of the King ?" "I know of nona." "Beware !" "I speak the truth." "There is sueh a plot, and you, Arnot de Marronay, know of it." "I say it is false !" "Can you swear that there is no such plot ?" "There is no such plot among the Pro testants." "How do yon know ?" "Because " "Well speak on." "I think there is none, for " "Stop. We want ' none of your thoughts," interrnpted the inqnisitor. And then turning to the sciilcs, he said. "Write that : He hesitated and excused himself." "Now, Arnot de Marronay, I want the whole truth. Tell me plainly is there not isnch a plot ?" I know of none. Once more, and only once, shall I' trust your nnassisted answer. Do you not know of snch a plot 7" The old man clasped his hands above his head, and turned his eyes toward hea ven, and with the whole power of his soul, he answered : As I hope for God's love hereafter, I know of no such thin?." . The inqnisitor gazed infode Marronay n face for some moments without speaking. One might have supposed that there would have been some gleam of pity in that look, but there was none. . The heart of that Romish minion knew nothing of sympathy or of pity. He only knew the fearful will of his master, and the bloody behest of the church to which he bowed. "This is yonr answer, is it 7" he at length said. It is. firmly replied the old' man. Then,' we must take other means to come to a knowledge of the truth. We expected yon would deny the charge, for it is a fearful one, but in this place can be found tongues that shall help you to speak all you know. ' Let him be pnt to the test." Four of tho familiars came forward. aud seized the old man by the arms. He spoke not, nor did he resist. They led him to a bench, npon the toot-picce ol which were stout straps, and over which, hanging from the ceiling, were two gyves, with little Tings of steel attached. Upon this bench he was required to sit, and his feet were strapped closely down the Door. Next, his wrists were secured in the hang ing gyves, and the small rings, to which were attache! screws, were placed over the ends of his thumbs. Thus far had tbey proceeded, when they looked towards the inquisitor. v "Uo on, he said. Two of the familiars now attended to the work, and- as the inqnisitor spoke, they gave the screws several turns, which operation brought their square surfaces hard npon the roots of the thumb nails. Another turn of the screws, and tbo old man started, and ottered a quick cry of " Arnot de Marronay, spoke the m- - - A 1 T qnisitor, " answer mo now, wujj. uo voa not know that the Protestants of Paris have conspireu w .iug a life?" "IdonoL" - ' a i W nod of the head, and the screws were turned again and another cry of pain came from the old man's lips, but still he asserted. ms ignorance m me charged plot. Again and again were the torturing screws turned, and groan after groan sounded through the dismal room. "Will you confess now 7" CONSTITUTION AND THE "No never 1" "Turn on 1" . "We can turn no more,"' said one of the torturers, "for the screws are already down, and the thumbs are utterly crush ed !" "And you will not yet confess J" . "Never!". ' "Then to the rack !" As these words sounded throngh tl place, the old man started, and uttered quick, fervent prayer ; bnt his prayer was not heeded. There was a loosening of the bonds that now held him, and in few moments more, the heavy rack was trundled np to the space in front of the innuiNitor s throne, ihe torturers again seized npon the poor old man, and threw bitu upon the rough boards that formed the surface of the infernal machine. At the head and foot of this rack were stout rolling pieces, or windlasses, to which were attached the rnnning part of the rope that worked the pulleys, and to the pul leys were iron bands, made to tiirhtei with screws, for fastening to the wrists and ankles, but so constructed that every turn of the windlass also turned the screws and tightened the iron bands. There was a dull ring of clanging iron. a rattling of ropes and blocks, a creaking ot the rollers a the machinery was rcgu late.!, and at length tho workmen stepped back, and announced that all was ready, "Arnot ue Jlarronay," said the inquis itor, in a voice so deep that it seemed to come liom the very dungeons, "you are now upon the rack, and yonr life is in vonr own hands. For the safaty of the Church ot Uod, you are now put to the torture, ami if you die with a lie in yonr mouth, yon know what a dread fate awaits you hereafter. Confess that the Protes tants have conspired against the life of the King, and return once more to the true Catholic Church, and from this mo ment yon are saved aud free. Speak. i hat old man did not speak at once, but it was not because he hesitated in his answer. He only seemed to meditato for a moment, npon the fiendish power that had seized him. His hands were all cov ered with blood, and his two thnmbs were iter ally turned toa horrible mass of quivering, bloody pnlp. "loo can take my life," lie at length said, "bnt yon cannot steal from me my soul. I will not lie I know nothing of what yon speak. I he inquisitor waved his hand, and the executioners seized their bars, and placed them in their sockets. Another wave, and the rollers were turned. The cords tightened, and the iron bands set firmly upon the flesh. Will you speak now ?" nsked the master of the torture, while his eyes gleamed strangely upon the stubborn old man. " Y ill you now speak the truth 7 "Yes yes." "Ha ! Then speak. Speak it quickly. I am listening." "I know nothing at all of what yon ask." "Fool !" hissed the inqnisitor, half rising Irom his scat, "1 thought you would speak to the point." " i. on asked me if I would speak the truth, and I answered, yes. I did speak " "On with the torture 1 cried tho ruler of the death-work. " We'll have the truth, yet." There was another turn of the heavy rollers, and the limbs of the old man be gan to give. There was a cracking of the joints, and a snapping of snrao of the finer fibres of the kiu. The victim groaned heavily. Sneak. Arnot do Marron.tr ." "1 have spoken.1 i ' "Say that the Hngncnots have conspir ed against the King." "They hare not." An oath escaped from the confessor's lips. "Will the old dotard die ?" he nttcred. "Torn again. Turn till the life-cord snaps 1" The stout executioners placed their bars into the upper sockets of tho rollers, and then with their whole weight they bore down upon them. The corjs sprain ed and vibrated, and the pollers creaked. "Mercy ! mercy I oh, God !" broke from the sufferer, in quick, sharp accents. "Then confess," sternly pronounced the inqnisitor. He stood up as he spoke, and leaned over his throne ; and there was a look of calm, cold-blooded deter mination npon his countenance not as though he gloated over, or took pleasure in,' that old man's suffering, but rather as ono who was determined npon the result he desired, let it cost what it might. He was a type of the Church he followed, for even in the very work he had in hand, he was bnt following out the instructions of those to whom the church looked as its head. "Will yon confess ?" ' 1 "The truth ?' gasped de M.trronay. "Then tho Huguenots have conspired against the" "Never !" stoutly persisted the tortured noble, speaking ere his questioner had concluded. . " "Then your death Le npon your own head 1" 6houted the inquisitor, starting down from his throne. " Ply your strength, now, and put yonr weight to the bars. Back him ! rack him till his body parts ! Confess confess." "God Almighty have mercy !' shrieked the old man. as the infernal engine rolled onward towards the dark pit of death. And no wonder bo shrieked. The cords were now tightened till they vibrated like the snapping cable when the ship is about to break from its grasp, and the bars fairly bent as the heavy executioners UNION. sprang npon them. That aged form was all racked and torn, and hardly a sera blance of humanity was led in it. The skin about the thighs and shoulders was cracked and torn, and every joint separated and torn in sunder. " Heave ! heave I" whispered-the in qnisitor, now grown excited. And the torturers sprang again upon the bars. 'Great God in heaven receive mysoul !' came convulsively from the old man' lips. He could not shriek now he could ouly groan. "Confess and yon are safe." "I am dying. God haee wieT- There was a gurgling sound iu the vie tun's throat, his eyes now started from their sockets. The hands and the Ject hung flapping down, for the bones were crushed to atoms beneath the iron bands, "Up up," the monstnr cried, "an: bring hither cold water and cordial. Quick, or life will depart." The palls were lifted from ths racket wheels, and the distended ropes flew back The form of Arnot de Morronay, all broken, tortured and disfigured, sank with a dull, heavy sound npon the flooring of the rack. Ihe head fell back and rolled over, and the swollen, blackened mass had no more the kind, good features that once marked the beloved noble. Oh ! apply your mendications on with the water, and down with the bub bling cordial but Arnot de Maronay is yours no more to tortnre. His soul has gone np to its God another witness among millions against the Mother of Harlots and the Prince of Devils ! Sir John de Hois saw that his old friend was freo frora toil, and he bowed his head and groaned aloud. In his heart he wished he had been the first npon the rack. Philip iP Artoy started forward, and gazed into tho old man's face, and with a horrible, sickening sensation, he turned away and groaned. He prayed and his prayer was, that God would receive hi; soul ! CHAPTEK XII. THE WOr.D 13 SPOKEN ! There was a noise ontsido tho torture chamber, and the inquisitor started back to his throne and demanded its canse. The door was opened, and a familiar en tered. "What means this disturbance?" the master asked. "A messenger, sir, from tho Qnecn Ue says he bears a letter for you." "I hen let him send it in. - "He was ordered to give it only to your own hands." " ho is he!" "His name is Aymar, and he is a Ben edictine." "Ah the old, white-headed monk of Clermont 7" "The same." " He may enter. Throw a shroud over the rack." In s few moments more, the same bent, aged form we have seen at the honse of Pierre Lafont, entered the dark chamber. He approached the throne of the inquis itor and bowed his head. "What have you, good father ?" "A message from our holy mother, the Queen," returned Aymar.and as he spoke, he placed his hand iu his bosom, and at the same time, cast his eyes abont the room, nntil they. rested npon the two prisoners. There was a quick gleaming of tho eye, and a compression of the white-bearded lips, as he saw Thilip, bnt he seemed to take no more notice. 'Let us have tho Queen's will." 'God save me ! 1 have lost it," the Benedictine aid, feeling nervously about his bosom. "Lost it 7" "Yes. Tardon. Ah, God grant that the Queen be not angry. It was only a bare scrawl a simple suggestion. I will hasten back and confess the truth, and then I will return with its duplicate. There may be no harm done." " But the purport do yon know that?" 'Yes. It was something concerning one Philip d' Artoy a young man, I think. Do yon know him ?" "Yes well," answered the inquisitor. "Hasten you back, and the young man shall rest till I hear the Queen's will. But mark you when you come sgain, yon will not enter here." ' ' The old monk bowed, and was then lod out of the room ; and when ho was gone, the executioners moved sgain to wards the rack. "Let it be let it be." said the inqnis itor, "we shall not nse it again for the while." Then he conferred in whispers with the scribes, and after that, he again opened the black book that lay before him. "John de JIoLs," he pronounced. The knight started and shuddered. "Do you kuow wherefore you are sum moned here?". "No." The man trembled as he spoke, and instinctively his eye sought the black shroud that covered the dealu-Iaden rack. "You, too. have beecn accused of con spiring, with other Protestants, against the life of the King. That such a dread ful plot is on foot w well know, and we wonld know who are in it, and alo have a witness to the the fact from among the gnilty party. We fear that Admiral Co ligny is at the head of the bloody busi ness. Confess that snch is the fact, and from this moment, you are at liberty." rnli?ny in such a plot 1" uttered the knight. "Oh, no. He loves tho i TERMS and wonld lay down his own life for the safety of his royal master." "Then, Coligny is not in the plot?" "Plot 7 I know of none." "Ah 1 And will you, too, be a fool 7 Look npon that stubborn man ! Ilemove the shrond." The inquisitor point! to the ghastly form of what was once a man, and de Hois shnddered as he looked. "Beware, John de Hois ! There is a plot against the life of tho King. Con fess." "I know of none." "Once more you are well now. Con fess." "Xecer !" said the knight ; but he hesi tated as he spoke, and his eyes once more sought the resting place of the racked and ghastly dead. John de Hois was a stont man. and confinement bad bad more to work upon in him, than it had in d Marronay. His soul was already shat tered The inquisitor waved his hand, and tho knight was placed npon the same bench where de Marronay bad brst been seated. His feet were lashed down, and the rings and gyves were applied to his thnmbs and wrists. The screws were tnrned, and the stoat man groaned. But he would not tell the lie that was asked of him. Groan after groan sounded through the plaee. as turn after turn was taken in the screws, and yet he remained true to his truth : but his answers were at length hesitating and faint. At length the screws could be turned no more, and John tie ilois was taken from the bench. He glared fearfully around, and ever and anon his eyes sought again and again that fearful rack. "John de Hois, spoke the inqnisitor, " once moro I put to you the chance of life : Will you confess 7" .Uif err' Tho word was spoken faintly. 1 hen we II help you. Lead him to the cross !" Four more executioners now came for ward, and the knight was stripped of his clothing, and a single piece of sack-cloth placed about bis loins. Then he was led to the spot where stood the bloody cross against the black wall, and fonr of the men mounted the ladders which stood one upon each side of the crucifix. The victim was drawn up, and with a stont cord his body was bound to the wood, blowly and calmly did the workmen pro ceed in their business, and the quiet rest in which their conntcnances were cast. showed how used they were to the bnsi ness. There was clinking of iron a sharp, ringing clink and John de Hois looked down to the place from whence the sound had come, na saw a man with sharp-pointed spikes in his hand, and a deep groan escaped him. But the inquisitor spoke not. Lpon his throne ho sat, and calmly left the work to those who knew well how to perform it. He with the spikes ascended the lad der, and handed them to the man who was farther up. The victim's arm was stretched out, tho palm spread, and the sharp point of the spike placed against it. I here was a silence for a single mo ment and then came a dull, heavy stroke. The iron had pierced the flesh torn its way through cords, nerves and bones and the hand, all pained and bleeding, was transfixed. There sound ed a sharp, wild cry through the room. but the inquisitor did not speak. The other hand was next stretched out, and in a moment more, that, too, was nailed to the fatal wood. That same cry was repeated, but not so sharp nor so wild. But the work was not yet com plete. Tho men descended from the 1 al ters all but one and then the victim s feet were crossed, and a spike set npon them. There was a blow a heavy, deadening blow and another and that cry startled the air more wildly than ever. Now will you confess ?" came from the inquisitor's lips, in deep, calm tones. And the knight once more answered iu the negative, but his voice wss more hes itating, and his face looked more eager and pain-stricken. There was a wave ot the hand, and he npon the ladder unbound the cord that bail held de Uois's body to the cross, and now the whole weight of the knight's form came npon the transfixed hands and foot. The cords and mnsclea snapped the bones cracked and strained, and the quivering flesh was torn and lacerated fearfully. The tortnre was most exqai-1 site fiendish. The wild, sharp cry of agony now rang through that dark place of death, until the very implements of j pain seemed to take up the strain of de spair, i " aov, John ue uois, coniess i The poor knight's mind was gone all gone and his sonl was wild and frantic with torture, sucn as (lemons aione can invent and apply. He bowed his head, snd at length the fatal word escaped hint. He conld not keep it hack he could not command his tongue. Only lie felt the fiery pangs that ran fiendish riot in his frame, and struggled lo ireo nimscu therefrom. ' The fatal word was npon his tongne and he spoke it : "Yes! yet.! Oh! God, have mercy!" " You do confess. Ha I I . knew it !" the inquisitor cried, starting to his feet, and bending eagerly forward. "There is a plot among the Protestants, for the mnrder of our King 7" "Yes! t! Great God! ch, mercyl" " And Gaspard de Coligny, Admiral ,.f f ...... ; af ;a Tio&ii 7 Sneak.' There was a moment's silence, daring' $2.00 PER AXXUM, IS ADT1JCE. WHOLE NUMBER, 110. which the sufferer bowed his head ; hat the frantic fit came over him once more, and he answered Yes I" " Now the troth is out !" pronounced the inqnisitor, sinking back upon his seat; "and God grant that our Holy Church may triumph over its enemies. Take bioi down, and conduct hi at at ono. : to the chamber of the physician." John de Hois was taken down from' the cruel cross, and borne towards tho door. When he reached the space inf front of the throne, he started from the' grasp of those who held him, and sank down npon his knees. "I hate lied before Godf' he exclaim ed, with his hands clasped towards Hea ven : " npon my lips the falsehood has" rested and gone forth. There is no plot, and brave, good Coligny is" " Off with the" madman !" the inqnisi tor cried. " This torture has turned his brain. Off with him." And John de Hois was sgain lifted np and borne swiftly away. His voice was heard, even in the distance, crying out against the falsehood he had uttered. Bat none heeded him. The fatal Words had gone forth from his lips, and the scribes' had taken them down. The foul plot of Catharine de Medicis was progressing towards its consumma tion, but it was not yet complete. One' good man and true had confessed tho thing she wonld make tha King believe, but more confessors were wanting. Tha knife of the assassin was already sharp ened, and tha victim was marked, but the time was not yet The full measure' of preparation was not complete, but the demon wss at work; and the night-cloud was gathering heavy and dark. Tha' spark was alive the train was touched, and the great magazine was almost reach-' ed! Era long, the Pope of Rome was to be satisfied ! ' TO BC COHTISCTID. Death of Prince Mettenuch. The last steamer brings intellegenca of the death of Prince Metternich, long Pre mier of the Austrian Government, and the great champion and apholder of ah-' solutism in Europe. Since the revolu tions of 1848-9, when the prince war compelled to resign, he has been connect ed with the Government as a confidentiaf adviser. Metternich, whose baptismal nsmes' were Clemens Wenceslaus Nepomuk Lo tharius, was born at Coblentz, on tha' Rhine, May 15, 1773. His father, tha Prince of Metternich, filled many high posts of honor and responsibilities under' the Austrian Government. The son en tered the University of Strasbourg at the age of fifteen, and after studying law' at Mentz, travelled in England in 1794, became Austrian Ambassador at tha Hague, and married, in 1795, Eleonore,- grand-daughter of tha renowned Prince' Kanmitz. In 1801, he became tha Min ister at Dresden, and he played a leading' part in bringing about tha coalition' of Russia, Prussia and Austria, against Na-' poleorr, by the treaty of Potsdam, in 1805; This service was rewarded by tha cross- of tha order of Stephen. Tha expected advantage of this treaty, was lost by tha battle of Austerlitz. Metternich fas tet only Count,) went as ambassador to Paris in 1806, and na renewed in 1808, hi efforts to bring abont a strong alliance to pnt down the rrench .Lmperor. After the opening of tha campaign of 1809 having returned to Vienna, he was model Minister of Foreign. Affairs. After an other humiliation of his government, ha accompanied Maria Iouisa to Paris, when. for ''reasons of State," she became the" wife of Napoleon. In tha delicate posi tion of Austria, daring tha crisis of 1813' 14, Metternich managed tha affairs of that government, in tha attitude of "arm ed meditation," with great skill and suc cess. On the eve of the decisive battle of Lcipsic, tha Austrian Emperor be stowed on- him the title of Prince. Ha signed the convention of Fotitarableaa, and the peace of Paris, in May, 1814. He performed a similar service Nov. 20. 1815 thus ending his long struggle with tha power of tha first Napoleon. In 1816, ho was mads Duke of Por tella by tha King of the Two Sicilies, and recieved a variety of additional hon ors at home. All these ha neacablv en' joyed, taking a prominent part in all. tha - great political movements of h-urope, and always a rigid and adroit defender of absolutionism, nntil tha great popular rising at Vienna, on tba 13th of March, 1843. Metternich was then compelled to yield his long arbitrarily exercised power, and to escape from tha Capital, lo avoid tha rage of the populace. Tba new Austrian Emperor, Francis Joseph, hay-. ing perfidiously refused tha concessions promised to tha people to appease them, and quiet, having been generally Mitorad in Europe, tha Prince regained his influ ence at tha Court, but occupied no public othcial position. AJthoogh, at his ad vanced age, (eighty-six,) his se vices ia counsel must hsvs become far less in dispensable than in former years, his loss at this juncture will be serreely felt, and deeply mourned by tba Imperial housa hold and their earnest adherents. Thirty-three stars must he on tha na tional flag from and after tha 4th of July next. This is in compliance with tha act of Congress, passed April, 1843, which declares that on the admission of every new State, one star shall be added, and that snch addition shall take place on the 4th of July next succeeding its admission. Richmond Examiner.