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by Trenta Capelli and Pellegrino, were minute orders respecting dress and other un-
, instantly sprang into it, and pushed off. that he was before a judge, and that the Murat would have followed bim, but one of general's visit was not one of friendship, his spurs catching in the fishing-net spread but to obtain information. Murat confined out on the beach, he fell, and before he himself to saying that he was on his way could rise, the people had seized him. from Corsica to Trieste, to accept the inviThey tore off his epaulettes, and dragged tation of the emperor of Austria, when he from him the flag he held, and doubtlessly was driven into Pizzo by stress of weather, would have murdered him on the spot, had and compelled to land to procure water and not Trenta Capelli and Pellegrino come to provisions. To all other questions he rehis rescue.
These, supporting him be- fused to give an answer, and closed the contween them, defended him from the attacks versation by asking the general if he could of the savage peasantry.
lend him a suit of clothes to appear in on He now returned a prisoner over the same quitting the bath. The general took the ground he so lately had hoped to tread as a hint, and left him. In ten minutes afterking, and was thrust into the common jail wards Murat received a complete uniform, amongst assassins, thieves, and other male in which he dressed himself, and ordering factors, who, unaware of his rank, assailed pen and paper, wrote an account of his him on his entrance, with every sort of capture and detention to the Austrian genabuse.
eral in Naples, the British ambassador, and Half an hour after this, the commandant, his wife. Tired by the task, he approached Mattei, entered, and struck with the still the window, threw it open, and looked out. dignified air of the captive, rendered him It afforded him a view of the spot where he the same homage he would have offered to had been captured. Two men were busily him had he still been on the throne of Naples. engaged in digging a hole in the sand.
“Commandant,” said Murat, “look Presently they entered a cottage hard by, around you: is this a fitting prison for a and returned, bearing with them a dead kin?"
body. The king in an instant (though the Estraordinary to relate, the moment he corpse was perfectly naked), recognized the announced his rank, the daring captives, handsome features of the young aid-de-camp who had insulted him immediately before, Campana. The scene, viewed from a prisinstantly ceased their revilings, and retiring on window by the fast-closing shades of in orderly silence to the other end of the evening, the thoughts of the captive as he prison, seemed to pay a just tribute of pity saw one so young, who had died to serve and respect to the misfortunes of their for- him, thus ignobly buried, the ceremony unmer sovereign. The commandant after mak- hallowed by the rites of religion, far from ing some excuse, requested Murat to fol- bis home and all dear to him, so much low him to a more fitting place of confine- overcame the beholder, that he burst into ment. The ex-king previous to doing this, tears. in this state General Nunziante threw a handful of gold which he found in found him. His looks expressed liis astonhis pocket to the people, exclaiming, “ Here, ishment, when Murat hastily exclaimed, take this: never be it said that you have “ Yes, I am in tears: I am not as named received the visit of a monarch, though cap- of them. They are shed for one young, artive and dethroned as he is, without obtain-dent, and generous, whose mother committed ing largesse from him.”
him to my care, and who now lies yonder " Long live Joachim !” shouted they. buried like a dog.” The general came to
Murat smiled bitterly. The same cries summon bis prisoner to dinner. Murat folon the public place, half an hour before, lowed to another room where the meal had would have made him king of Naples. been prepared. He, however, could touch
The ex-monarch now followed Mattei to nothing: the scene he had just witnessed the little room allotted to him as his future had completely overcome the heart of him prison, where he busied himself in giving who had viewed thousands perish around
him, without a sigh, on the plains of Abou-named, with the exception of Francesco kir, Eylau, and Moscow.
Froio, owes his rank to me? Naturally Leaving the meal untasted, Murat re- they will fear being accused of partiality if turned to his room. A sort of fascination they decide in my favor.” seemed to draw him to the window, which Sire, why not appear personally before overlooked the burial-place of his young them, and plead your own cause ?" friend. Though for a while he had not “Silence, sir-silence! Such a court, I moral courage to throw open the casement, still maintain, is incompetent: I should yet at length, overcoming his repugnance, consider myself degraded if I pleaded before he did so.
Two dogs were busily scraping it. I am aware that I cannot save my life : up the sand from the grave where the body at least, then, allow me to save the dignity lay: they actually reached it. The ex-king of my crown." could bear no more : he threw himself on At this moment Francesco Froio entered. his bed in his clothes ; but about daybreak He interrogated him. His first question again rose and undressed himself, and re- was touching his name, his
his counturned to his couch, fearful lest his enemies try ? Murat suddenly starting up, cried might attribute his agitation to fear for his with all the stern dignity he was capable of own fate.
assuming, “I am Joachim Napoleon, king At six o'clock on the morning of the 13th of the Two Sicilies; and I command you of October Captain Stratti entered the instantly to leave the room.' The abashed king's prison. He found him in his bed inquisitor immediately retired. asleep, and desirous not to awake him, was Murat now rose, and putting on his panquitting the room, when he upset a chair. taloons, sat down and wrote a most affecThe noise disturbed Murat, who started up, tionate letter to his wife ; left his children and demanded the captain's business. his dying blessing; and cutting off a lock Stratti was so overcome, however, that he of his hair, enclosed it in his letter. was unable to reply. The ex-king there- Nunziante now entered. “Swear to me, fore proceeded_“You have received orders general, as a husband and a father,” cried from Naples : is it not so ?”
Murat, as he folded up the epistle, “ that “Yes, sire,” murmured Stratti.
you will faithfully forward this letter.” “What do they contain ?".
“ By my honor!” said the general, deep“ Orders for your majesty's trial.”. ly overcome.
" And who are to be my judges, if you “Come, general, bear up,” resumed Muplease? Where can they find my equals to rat in a lively tone; we are soldiers, and sit in judgment on me? If they look upon used to death. I ask but one favor : allow me as a king, I must be tried by my brother me to give the word of command to the exsovereigns; if as a marshal of France, my ecution party.” The general instantly asfate can only be decided on by officers of sented. Froio now returned, bearing with that rank; if even as a mere general, none him the sentence of the court. “Read it,” less than a general can sit on the bench of said Murat coldly, well divining what it
was : “ I am ready to listen to it.” Froio “ As a public enemy, sire, you may be consented. The ex-king had correctly foretried by an ordinary court-martial. All seen his fate. With the exception of a sinrebels, without respect to rank, may be gle voice, the court had unanimously adbrought before such a tribunal. The law judged him worthy of death. was framed by yourself.”
When it was concluded, he turned to “Yes, against brigands; not, sir, against Nunziante-“General, believe me, 1 clearcrowned heads. However, I am ready; ly distinguish between the author of my fate they may assassinate me as soon as they like.” and the mere instrumerts. I could never
" Would you not wish to hear the names have believed Ferdinand capable of allowof the members ?!!
ing me to be shot like a dog. But enough Yes, it is as well : it must be a cu- of this. At what hour is my execution to rious list. Read on : I'm all attention." take place ?"
When he had done, the king, turning to " Fix it yourself, sire," replied the gehim with a bitter smile, merely observed, neral. “ It is well : they seem to have taken every Murat pulled out his watch ; but, by acprecaution."
cident, the back presented itse.f instead of “ How so, sire ?"
the face. On it was painted a superb min“Can't you perceive that every member ! iature of the ex-queen.
" Ah, look bere !” said Murat, address- / yard, where every preparation for his exeing Nunziante ; “ look at this picture of my cution had been made. Nine men and a wife. You knew her : is it not like ?” He corporal were ranged close to the door of kissed it, and replaced the watch in his fob. the council chamber. In front of them was " At what hour?" demanded Froio. a wall twelve feet high. Three yards from
Ah, by the by, I had forgotten," said this wall there was a single raised step: Murat, cheerfully smiling. “I had forgot- Murat instantly perceived its purpose, and ten why I had pulled out my watch ; but placed himself on it, thus towering about the likeness of Caroline chased away all one foot above the soldiers who were to shoot other ideas,” and he looked at it. “ It is him. Once there, he took out his handkernow past three o'clock : will four suit you? chief, kissed the picture of his wife, and fix, I only ask fifty minutes. Have you any ob- ing his eyes steadily on the party, desired jection ?”
them to load. When he gave the order to Froio bowed, and left the room. Nun- fire, five only of the nine obeyed. Murat ziante was following him
remained untouched. The soldiers had “Stay, my friend; shall I not sce you purposely fired over his head. again ?"
It was at this moment that the lion cour“My orders are, that I should be present age of the hero showed itselfm-that intrepid at your execution, siro; but I feel I have coolness for which he had ever been famed. not courage to obey them.”
Not a single feature was disturbed. He "Well, then, do not distress your feel- stood perfectly steady and unmoved, as with ings: do not be present. Still, I should a smile of melancholy gratitude he addresslike to embrace you once more before I ed them. die."
“Thanks, my friends-a thousand thanks; " I will meet you on the road."
but as, sooner or later, you will be compellThank
you. Now leave me to my me- ed to aim directly at me, do not prolong my ditations."
agony. All I ask of you is, to fire straight After seeing the priests, to whom he gave at my heart, and avoid, if possible, wounda written certificate that he died in the ing me in the face. Come, let us begin Christian faith, Murat threw himself on his again ;' and once more he went through bed, and for about a quarter of an hour re- every word of command. At the word mained meditating, doubtlessly reviewing his " fire,” he fell pierced by eight balls, withpast life from the moment when he quitted out a struggle, without a sigh, without letthe alehouse in which he was born, to the ting the watch fall that he held in his left period when he entered a palace as its sove- hand.
a reign. Suddenly starting up, he seemed to The soldiers took up the corpse, and laid shake off bis gloomy thoughts, and approach- it on the same bed in which he had lain ing a mirror, began to arrange his hair. down in health and strength some ten min. Wedded to death from bis infancy, he utes before. A captain's guard was placed seemed anxious to deck himself in the most on the door. becoming manner now that he was about to That night a stranger presented himself, meet it.
and demanded admittance to the room. Four o'clock struck. Murat himself The sentinel refused. He desired to speak opened the door. General Nunziante was with the commandant. To him he showed waiting outside.
an order for his free entry. The command“Thank you,” said the ex-king; "you ant, as he read it, shuddered with disgust, have kept your word. God bless you ; good and expressed great surprise. The perusal, by. You need follow me no further. however, over, he conducted the man to the
The general threw himself sobbing into door of the death-chamber. his arms.
“ Allow Signor Luigi to pass,” said he to Come, come, do not thus give way to the sentinel. The soldier presented arms your feelings. Take example from me: I to the commandant. Luigi entered. am perfectly calm.”
Ten minutes afterwards, Luigi came out, This coolness on the part of the victim carrying some object in a pocket-handkerso overcame Nunziante, that, starting from chief stained with blood. What it was the Lis embrace, the general rushed from the sentinel could not distinguish. house, flying along the shore like a mad- An hour afterwards, the undertaker enter
ed, bearing the coffin intended for the king's The king now proceeded to the court-l remains. No sooner had the man, however,
crossed the threshold, than in an accent of and assuming his name and appearance, indescribable horror he called out to the raise the standard of rebellion. The real soldier, who rushed in to learn the cause of head was therefore always preserved to conhis terror. The man, unable to speak, front and confound any false pretender to pointed to a headless corpse.
the throne, by proving the death of Joachim On the death of Ferdinand, in a private Murat.” closet in his bedroom this head was disco- Eight days after the execution at Pizzo, vered, preserved in spirits of wine. The each man concerned in it received his rereason was thus explained by General T-: ward. Trenta Capelli was made colonel,
“ As Murat was put to death in an ob- General Nunziante was created a marquis, scure corner of Calabria, Ferdinand continu- and Luigi died of poison ! ally feared some impostor would spring up,
From Hogg's instructor.
A VISIT TO THE HOME OF COWPER.
Business having lately called us into the which being, at the time we visited it, in northern district of the county of Bucking- full bloom, imparted to the whole place a ham, we resolved to fulfil an intention, long singularly pleasing effect. cherished, of visiting the small town of But the Cowperian feature in Newport is Olney, one of the meanest and most insig- an unpretending house in the main street, nificant of English market-towns, but hal. ühout two stories high, and holding out, in lowed for ever in the affections of every ad- its exterior features, no sign that would atinirer of genius, as the residence for so tract the notice of a stranger. This was the many years of Cowper, who has immortal- residence of the Rev. William Bull, Indeized the scenery in its neighborhood in his pendent minister at Newport Pagnell, a poems, and not less the daily life of its in- friend of Newton, who, on his leaving that habitants in his letters.
part of the country, introduced him to CowOlney is five miles from Newport Pag- per, and between whom a friendship, disnell, which again is nearly four miles distinguished by all the warmth and strength tant from the Wolverton station of the of Cowper's affections, soon sprang up. London and Birmingham Railway. The The independent minister was a man after portion of the country thus intersected by Cowper's own heart-a man of considerable the iron-way forms a sort of peninsular erudition, with an active fancy, and a vein triangle, protruding itself between the two of quiet humor, which was sure to recomadjoining counties of Bedford and North- mend itself to the author of“ John Gilpin." ampton. Of this triangle Olney forms the By way of eking out a salary, which must apex, being in part the most northerly town at all times have been scanty, Mr. Bull in Bucks. But the interest of the district took a few pupils into his house as boarders, to the lovers of Cowper's gentle spirit, be- with a view to prepare them for the Disgins at Newport Pagnell. This is a respect- senting ministry. Out of this humble beable country town of about 5000 inhabi-ginning has since arisen an institution of tants, with several good inns in it, and a fine some note among the English Dissenters, old church, in the Gothic style, situated being in fact one of their academies for the with even more than the usual attention to education of their pastors. In this respect, the picturesque which is usually displayed it may be remarked, the English Dissenters in the sites of English churches. Newport are not so fortunate as their Scottish church stands upon a natural terrace, on brethren. The English universities being the left bank of the river Ouse, towards closed against them, they have to educate which stream the churchyard gently slopes their candidates for the ministry, not only down. A row of tall trees fringe the river in systematic divinity, but even in the elebrink, and disclose at intervals, through mentary studies necessary to fit them for their foliage, the quiet stream flashing in their sacred profession. The college at the sun-light. The southern wall of the Newport Pagnell has been much extended church is covered with the China aster rose, of late years, and several eminent ministers
now flourishing in the Independent denomi-compass between that town and Olney, of nation, have received their education there. which the highway may be described as the The extension of the college has caused the chord. The road presents nothing of much extension of the premises, but these addi-interest, until, about halfway, the crest of tions have been all in the rear of the old some considerable rising ground is gained, house ; in front it maintains the same ap- whence the first view of Olney, with its tall pearance as when Mr. Bull resided in it, church-spire conspicuous in the landscape, and when Cowper, footsore and weary with bursts upon the view. The fertile vale of his walk from Olney, came, by appoint- the Ouse lies at your feet, and a country, ment, to dine with the minister, who had beautiful indeed, and rich in suggestions of forgotten all about the invitation, and had plenty and comfort, but possessed of few dispatched his wife some miles into the bold or striking features, is spread out becountry. Between two such spirits, how- fore the spectator. It is in fact, the oppoever, ceremony was not wanting, and these site ridge to that on which Merton is sitlittle cross purposes, no doubt, only served uated, and would have afforded to the poet to enhance the mirth and enjoyment of as good materials as those which the view their meeting. In the back of the house, from the above furnished him, when he drew however, things are altered. Long unsightly that fine description of woodland scenery brick buildings, intended, we suppose, as which occurs in the first book of the “Task. the private apartments of the students, rear with expectations heightened from this their heads and appear to occupy altogether first view of the poet's home, we bastened the place of the small garden, which, at forward, and on reaching the bottom of the great labor and expense, Mr. Búll had re- hill, we were able to extract another reduced into something like cultivation, and miniscence of Cowper from a sign-post that where, Cowper tells us, he took him, after pointed out the road to Clifton. the dinner above alluded to, and showed Clifton is a neighboring parish, on the him his favorite seat, “where he sits and opposite side of the river to Olney, and was smokes, with his back agaiust one brick for some time the residence of Lady Austen, wall and his nose against another.” The a woman whose name will always be assochapel of which Mr. Bull was the minister ciated with Cowper, along with Mrs. Unwin is still farther in the rear of the house, and and Lady Hesketh. She it was who first though it is a large and commodious place incited him to the writing of the “ Task,” of worship, and apparently numbering many and gave him the sofa for his subject. It of the most respectable inhabitants among was an abortive attempt to visit her in miry its hearers--at least if one might judge weather which gave occasion to his sportive from the number of elegant monumental ballad, so truly revealing the gentle and marble tablet which were ranged along its playful character of the manwalls--yet, hidden as it is, and enveloped “I sing of a journey to Clifton on all sides by other buildings, a stranger
We would have performed if we could, might easily pass through every street of
Without cart or barrow to lift on
Poor Mary and me through the mud, the town, without knowing that it possessed
Slee sla slud, a Dissenting chapel at all. This modest
Stuck in the mud ! character of Dissenting chapels is almost Oh, it is pleasant to wade through a flood !" universal over England-even in London But we had no time to visit Clifton, and itself, and still more in country towns. therefore, contenting ourselves with chantThe old dissenting churches are hidden in ing the ballad (as Burns says, “crooning yards or back lanes, or, as here, in the rear till a body's sell does weel aneuch"), we of private premises, never coming openly turned in the opposite direction, through to the front, and challenging the notice of the rich meadows that led to Olney. A the passers by. This is in all probability short time brought us to the bridge, no a relic of the persecuting days of the Stuarts, longer the one when conventicles in market-towns were " That with its wearisome but needful length strictly forbidden and eagerly hunted down, Bestrides the wintry tlood ;'' and when the Puritans were constrained to for that, it is well known, was, even in the hold their meetings in secret places, con- days of Cowper himself, considered a nuicealed as much as possible from their lynx- sance from its old age and decay, and many eyed persecutors.
allusions are made to it in his letters, where The Ouse, on leaving Newport, takes a we find an attempt was made to assess the bend to the north, forming an are of some Olney people for its renewal, which Cow