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YOL. I. &l)e Georgia lUccKUa, DEVOTED TO Literature and General Information, WM. HENRY PECK, Editor and Proprietor. PUBLISHED EVERY WEDNESDAY, BY PECK & LIN ES . TERMS, INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE I One copy, per nn*nm.i.-.... sl.OO B .„ ■ square of 12 lines, forene insert ion, and 1)0 cents for each subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction made to those who advertise by the year. (Written for,the Georgia Weekly.) . IAM WEARY-THE ORPHAN’S SONG. BY LIZZIE. Angel Mother, I am weary, • "Os this vain world’s ceaseless strife; Earth to me is so, so dreary, There’s no joy for me in life. My pathway’s strown with withered flowers, None around ire freshly bloom, And the swiftly fleeting hours, Bear my fond hopes to the tomb. T Friendship’s ties are lightly broken— I have wound them r’otrad my heart; A ceaseless word, too’ lightly spoken, • Bids some treasured link depart. Mother, is there rest in Heaven, Do. all sorrows thence depart— Is the weak sonl never riven, Broken ne’er the trusting heart? Ahl then ’tis a blessed Heaven, Where all sorrows ever close; Where, when every tie is riven, \V T eary hearts can find release: Take me thither, blessed mother, s Bear me from this world of paiD, To where all beings love each other, And arc never loved in vain. Hickory Hill , Merriurether County. WHTTM.r THE WINE-SELLER’S DAUGHTER, .\ ' | /iTHE JJJfcHT SB&KapX*'' BATTLE dr NSW OHIiEANS. RY WILLIAM HENRY PECK. Author of “ The Brother's Vengeance,” “ Vir ginia Qlencgirt," “ Saul, the Renegade” “ The Moctorton," “ The Red Dwarf, .' « The Family Doom," “ The Black Phantom," “ The Corsican,” “Blobs," dec., dec., etc. COPYRIGHT SECURED. CHAPTER XIV. ROSETTA AND VIOLA. Rosetta was a prisoner, chance had thrown her in the way of Carlos, who was not slow to make the most of cir cumstance. He was an exceedingly dangerous villain because he was npt only vigilant but as rapid as thought in using every advantage. When Rosetta sprang from her bed room window she lighted unharmed upon her hands and feet in the grassy yard below, and then ran on through the little garden which in those days surrounded the rear of the wine-seller’s house —now that garden has disap- Jieared to make room for a pistol gal ery. Easily escaping from the garden in to the back street Rosetta ran on without knowing in .what direction she was running, for as she believed she was pursed her only thought waß to elude her father. After running for some time, she found herself upon the bank of the great riyer, whose bend there has given a poetical name' to the city of New Orleans, and after becoming convinced that she was not pursued she sat down to regain breath. The mighty Mississippi rolled its dark and dangerous volume swiftly on; scarcely seen, but with its majestic rush of waters distinctly heard, and Rosetta, as she gazed upon the gloom of its grandeur wished that she lay cold and drowned beneath its waves. “He isfsals as false can be,” she murmured, giving free veht to her tears and sobs, for who wap ' 4 *y2pr or see her there. “Oh Victor f 'How I have loved thee ! Ah, love thee yet —though all proves thee base, treach erous—-infamous. Have I not driven mypoor doting father mad for thee, Victor ? Is it not better for me to leap into this voiceless river and end my soul’s-.anguish forever? Forever? Ah, therens thofearful hereafter! —and suicides*? . What is their punishment ? I dare not s—l 5 —I dare not die by my own ac t—but oh Heaven! would that I might now die! Better had I died be fore I saw thee, Victor! They seek thy life, Victor —my mad father, that cold and merciless Hartly—the out raged father of Viola—arid he—Alli son—her lover —so fierce in fight—he longs to slay thee ! I must try to save \ thee—but bow can I tell where to seek ikboftb to .SSutjicm literate, JESTS® General Intormatica, thee ? I cannot stay here—every min ute seems an age of agony —and yet how little time have I left to warn thee !” She- arose and ran back into the city, hoping, praying for aidpliom Heaven. Wandering thus at random, and hiding from the sentfacls, who seemed unusually active, she was rushing near Carlos when the, villain arrested, her by grasping her dress, When she spoke.he knew Iter by her voice *, anddisguisinghis voice decoyed her into the house ofot. JoKh. He left her to the guidance of Marbel and, as we have seen, pushed on for a'n inter view with St. John—it being his trait orous intention, if he found the cap tain backward, to carry Rosetta from the house and let the plot go on or fall through without him. • But the powerful Captain’s sleepless vigilance had prevented this, and we have seen him reluctantly following St. John to the convention of the League.^, M call while Marbel, who seldom opened her skinny lips save to curse, led the miserable Rosetta into the presence of Viola.. “ Viola Ilartly !” exclaimed Roset ta, as. that lady rose from the sofa upon which she was lying. “ I wish to see Captain St. John," “ Rosetta,” “cried Viola, in open eyed astonishment. “Oh fly from this dangerous place or you are ruined —fly at once.” “ She can’t and she shan’t!” said Marbel, placing her giantess form be tween Rosetta and the door. “ Ah ! Thenyou too are a prisoner,” cried Viola in'accents of, pity. “la prisoner! No—l came here of my'own free will,” replied Roset ta, but growing -pale- as she Mar hd’s sardonic grin. * “ V6u have been ensnared, poor girt,” *said Viola, taking Rosetta’s hands in hers. Ahy-you have been bought., by the'' wiles of Victor St. John-and sold by hjs. villainy to that monstrous pirate, Carles, the Span iard. Rosetta, do you love Capt. St. Juhll ?” ' . question?” aemanden Rbselta, flush ing scarlet to the tspiples. Violajeplied' with a mournful smile, “ Rosetta 1 wish to he your friend; let me bo your friend, lio c.mnot but hate you,-£-for, bui f i ' he would."' fove nie/’.‘ exclaimed the passionate Rosetfe ' “ You should nVt hate me. Rosetta, but bins. Listen, he has bartered you for me. He has promised Carlos to giveyou to-him, if Carlos would aid him iff abducting me. How came you here&sis Rosetta’s Naughtiness melted be neath 'the kind and sisterly regard of the lovely speaker, and rapidly told all. :V it not Carlos who came here with « lis lady ?" demanded Viola of Ma*i>el. # The man-that led me hither wore a cloak which he held over his face,” said Rosetta. “ Ah, it was Carlos— I was mad not to know him. Woman!” she.- cried, facing Marbel. “ Let me pass out —and do you tell Victor St. -John that I hate and loathe him. It was a crime to deceive me, but to sell me. and —arid—my love—horrible! Let me pass !” “Stand back,'-young woman!, or I’ll tie ye. Don’t scowl at me, spar row ! I’d mash yer to bits in a minit with these,” cried Marbel,' opening and clenching her long, lean fingers, all garnished with sharp black nails. “ I’d tear yer pretty face into bloody ribbons for my Sunday bonnet. I’ve, tanned as bravo pullets as either of ye afore—and for the captain too!” “ For him ! Oh,my God!” groaned, poor Rosetta. “And I haw^Toml She sank into a heap floor and buried her face in her hipds. “ What’s the splutter,”} croaked Marbel. “You can’t bothgfcg ve the Captin’, and to my thinkin’ ISfefonder of blue eyes than Jus taste is not parfect. Take iteaPp, tgy little one. The Captin’ may change his mind and take to ye, and give the yellow haired one to jolly bold Carlos.” “ Ohvwhat a monster !” cried the unhappy girls, flying into each other’s arms, terrified by the malignant spite of the hag. J§|y|PiK “ Carlos is not Buch s handsome lad as the Captin’—sich like is hard to find —but'Carlos is free with his gold and always has plenty of it. After all, my pretty ones, yer safer here to-night, than ye’d be at home —I kin tell yer that!” “Wretch! What do you mean !” exclaimed Rosetta. “ None o’ them names to me, miss,” replied Marbel, ferociously. “ Ye’d better get on my blind side from the be ginning—l tell ye that —for when ye’ll GItEENYILLE, GEORGIA, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12, 1801. begin to wither, and wilt, and pine, and moan ye’ll need a friend to con sole ye —for the Captin’ never loves anybody long—don’t I know ? I’ve been nigh him these ten years—here and there and everywhere.” “ And I h>v4d him,” moaned poor Rosetta, burying her face in Viola’s bosom. “Oh how I hate him now !” “ Why you’re nothing but a fast grown child,” continued Marbel, “and it is hard that the captin* should have stolen yer little mite of a heart to give ye to joHy hold I hard, and I’ll have a talk with the captin’ ’sarning that. I like’s you little one, better than I do that blue eyed one, for all she’s so proud. If I have any say, the captin’ ’ll take ye and let her go to jolly bold Carlos.” The unfortunate girls made no reply to this horrible speech, and Marble contihued : “I said ye’re safer here this njght than ye’d be at yer homes. To-night is to he a dreadful night for New Or leans. Here—see here,” she said, going to one end of the room and cautiously raising a window, the shut ters of which were closed lattice work. “This house was built first, and then a big dancing-room was built agin it—this winder opens right in the old dancing room, and if ye will come ye may hear and see what’s hatching agin New Orleans—come, it won’t hurt ye, and will take yer minds from the little misery its natural ye’d be feelin’ in a strange place.” “ Come,” said Viola to Rosetta, “ the woman speaks truly. It will be a relief to us till the time comes around for our rescue.” “Shall we be rescued?” pleaded Rosetta, who seemed prostrated by the wreck of her heart’s first love. “ I know ,we shall be rescued ?” replied the heroine Viola. “ I have a God in Heaven, a father, and brothers and a lover on earth!” “ I have no brothers,” moaned Ro setta. “ I have driven my father mad —for that God will punish me—and alas ! I have no lover new She went bitterly and wrung hetj *' r cryin V for after tunes, snarled Marbel, “ come, the hall is all -alight now, and from here ye kin have a full face view of'Captin’ St. John pp the throne.” 'Rosetta sprang to the lattice and shot one keen glance into the hall be low ; then • covering her eyes she crouched upon the floor moaning: “It is Victor—and he smiles upon Carlos ! Oh great Heaven, how I have been betrayed !” Viola was not content with a single glance, but turned eye and ear upon' the scene below. The hall was not brilliantly lighted, yet a single lamp, which burned upon a table near the dais upon which St. John was seated, revealed the features of the handsome chief of the conspir ators. Carlos stood near the Captain, and about thirty men were in the hall, and more were coming in at intervals. Viola could perceive that each new comer made some secret sign and gave a password, though the masks all wore, save Carlos and St. John, which were not taken off. One by one as they entered, the conspirators advanced to the centre of the hall, and cried out some number included between 1500 and 1800, and at the same time dropped a coin into a small box. “ So, has found him self,” mutterecWarios as the number 1784 was called out by a mask.” “I am not surprised, for I.have always mistrusted the rascal.” St. John, keen, watchful and sharp eared, kept his steady gaze upon No. 1784, as lie moved and finally sat down in the shadow of one of the pillars which sustained the floor above. The Captain said nothing, but a ferocious gleam of malice and exulta tion shone &jg,tiis eyes for an instant, and then hisjgee grew cold and stern. At sentinel at the narrow entrance jgpgr announced that no more were St. John arose. “ now met before the striking of the Mow. We have no time to waste in "liberation, for our course is decided. Some of you have demanded, gold.” A loud murmur arose from the as sembly, which now numbered over fifty. “ Well, I have gold. Here are ten thousand dollars in. coin. Let the Captain of each band advance, and take his portion for distribution among his troop. When we meet again our number may be less, but our booty will be more.” ‘ “Beauty and Booty!” said the as sembly in a subdued shout, as eight or ten masks advanced to receive, the gold from the chief. This affair was soon concluded, and St. John continued: “ Let it be well and carefully re- member ed by all, especially by the officers of the bands, that the signal for the onslaught can he given gnly by me, and that signal will Ve she firing of the cannon on the roof of this house. You will hear its report between the hours of two ahd three! Upon hearing it let your look-outs wait for the signal of rockets, which will immediately follow the firing of the cannon. "Ho not act upon a can non’s report alone, for some chance might discharge one by other hands than mine—frotn your various stations you can easily see the firing of a rocket on this roof. Having seen that, go to work at once. You will have more allies than you suppose, for I have not been idle. You will friends in the dark by the watchwdift, ‘ Beau ty and Booty,’ and by and white scarf across the breast. Let the torch be applied in every League-chamber, first of all, to the prepared combustibles, and use your torches in as many places as possible.... The inscription ‘ B & B.’ has 'made known to you those places in which no fire must be used—use the sword aB you will. All plunder, save silver and gold, must-be unnoticed.” “And jewels,” put in OarloS)~with a grin. “ Jewels, of course, arc legal booty,” said St. John/’ '“ And beauty ?” * again grinned Carlos. yA. * Z “ Look to booty first—beauty will be a drug in our market when the city is in ashes,” commanded St. John. “ Gold, silver and jewels are- to be brought here, for future distribution ; upon this square no torch rnasif be touched. I have advices from ifils British army which declare that it is now oh* der arms, and preparing for immediate attack. One of the brethren of the League,.now present, has just arrived from the British camp —here is the written message of the commander.’/-* He- displayed a letter and aloud: “ ‘ Act! We attack before dawn. The camp is in motion. Ten o’clock, fth January,.‘B. & B.” -by him shit. ” Another subtitled shout from the eager-conspirators. them fight it out,” thought St, John, as his cold and haughty eye flashed over the scene. “ I shall not*' expose myself to the risk of a chance shot.'. -If the plot succeeds—let it. If.4t fails, let it; for my contract with the is to hold good in eitfterfcase, so the attempt be made and These ruffians will prove it> R must ready to escape with Viola if tnj> LCagjjg is crushed—and that is almost, an im possibility. I will give the signal; and like Nero, look on from thri house top while Rome burns below.”* The conspirator Mapes now un masked and said: Wo have, a traitor among us !*! “Point him out at once,”, cried SC John. Mapes advanced to a conspirator and tore off his mask. “Capt. Shicl!” exclaimed many voices. “ Look at his face and say if he is a true man,” demanded Mapes, point ing at the ghastly p’allor of -the trem bling mapi S, “ .Recuse him of intend ing °to 5 W81.y League. He has now on hi3 person a full description of the League, its purposes, the names of its members, places of meeting and everything connected wilh.it. I dis covered him in thg ihgwfed addressing it to Xffd^wJackson. A score of hands nearly stripped the detected traitor of his clothing in tie#-furious search for proofs of guilt. • The packet was found and delivered to-St. John, who glanced over it and said. ' 3jp'- “Our-laws have provided for this matter. The penalty is death in the presence of the League.” “ Spare me, Captain ! my friends —rny treachery has jured you,” shrieked Sliiel, fallinjjg|pg on his knees, and glancing imploring ly about him. RF’ “You intended to destroy us. We punish for the attempt. Lower the cord,” commanded St. John. And now for the first time Viola, peering thiough’ the lattice, perceived an iron ring fastened by, a bolt to the j centre of the ceiling, and from it, run ning straight to the farther wall, and .again down the wall to the floor, what seemed to be a broad, black line. » That line was a strong cord, not larger than a man’s finger, but of tried and fatal strength. . . - ■ This cord now began to descend from the ring to the floor, lowered by the merciless hands of a dozen conspira tors, who contended for the post of vengeance. “Stand back there!” commanded St. John. “ There are regular officers for that duty.” The crowd retired from the wall, leaving the cord in the grasp of two men, who threw off their masks and revealed two savage visages, one of a white man the other of a negro. . “Ah ! will they hang the wretch,” cried Viola, as she saw four men seize the miserable man and drag him to wards the centre of the room. “Os course,” snarled Marbel.— “ That’s five the Captain has had hung up there to-day, this month.” “ Help I Mercy! Murder! Spare me !*’ screamed Shiel, as his execution ers held him beneath the cord, which was coming down slowly; writhing, twisting, bavJ. tu-irling'abovc the pitia ble Wretch as if it were a'living viper exulting in the misery of its victim. “ Gag him !” exclaimed St. John, calmly, and in a moment/r-tfys cries for mercy were forced down the traitor’s throat, with a great wad of dry sponge, held£in his gaping mouth by a cravat tied across his white ana’ horrible face. . v The doomed man already .suffered all the horrors of suffocation, for as the sponge became saturated with the moisture of his mouth and tongue it swelled in his jaws, and more than half strangled him. He could not speak his prayers for mercy, but his rolling eyes and dis torted features were alive with' the speechless eloquence of despair. “Spare him, Victor St. John!” cried Rosetta, horrified beyond all control, and dashing open the lattice. “ Can you be so cruel!” Poor girl, she had recognized in the culprit a man.,who*had once saved her life, by perilingTus4o snatch her from beneath the hoofs of a runaway horse, not a year before. Unhappy Rosetta, her only fault was her loyg. for that cruel and rfonhearted Cataline, seated upon his conspirator throng in all the pride of merciless power. '•'* A , Viola shrank, from the glarp of the fiery eyes that shot glances ofHvonder at Hie open window, and her. heart bflSfcthicErtintf fast as a score of hoarse voices joined 'lß.tfee cry of: “ Rosetta, the Wine Seller’s Daugh ter 1” I. /-.ycai*. CLARA PI ANTELLI. ■ “ A spy! A spy 1” shouted a-dpsjen fierce ruffiaus, drawing their pistols, as if about to shoot at the beautiful and bosomy leaning with outspread arms from th#-window. * 1$ “Halt 1” thundered St. ing to his feet,' “ She is no,spy. pay friends. She js sealed,to Carlos.” Aye, Beauty and Booty 1” growl ed Carlos. Rosetta’s shrill scream of “horror echoed through the hall at this proof of Victor’s fearful treachery, and she swooned in theArJp of Marbel. “And the: other! the other?” roared one of the conspirators, as he caught sight of Viola’s pale face. “Sealed to me !” 'exclaimed St. Johri. “ Carfes and I have been at work already! This is otfr affair, and .dobs not concern the-League.” “Aye,” cried Carlos, swaggering in triumph ; “what says our law about such things—‘Every man catch his own birds. ” ' ■ : *' A brutal laugh' was the admiring answer. “ Swing up the traitor?” command ed St. John, desiring to-turn the at tention of the unruly saCeKtes. Shicl,' who had flattered himself with sudden born hope, when-Rosetta pleaded for him, now struggled with all a madman’s strength, and though the noose was drawn about his neck he grappled the throU of Mapes as the cord was hurried upward, with the mad haste of brutal vengeance, and before those who were running across the hall with the other end of the rope could be checked, both Shiel and Mapes were swinging almost to the lofty ceiling, Shiel held by the cord and Mapes by the death-grip of Shiel. “ Lower away ! Let loose ! Let fall-1” shouted Carlos, f- jjut SIM fierce in his agonies and virmictiv6*'in dying, anticipated the rescue and suddenly let go his grasp, so that Mapes was precipitated head long from a height of_ twenty feet. He fell with a crash and lay mo tionless upon the floor. “He is dead as a handspike,” growled Carlos, turning the wretch over with no gentle hand. “We’ve lost one of our best men, mates, and so there’s an end’Of that.” “ The next; in command must head the two bands thus deprived their leaders,” remarked St. John, author itatively. “ Let the traitor 'swigg j there until fte need the rope again'; [ans".t tflink tlhe need is near. It is my 'i*trh. to say, ‘ There is a traitor among! rig !C” • I A smhJeri'Ktillness fell upon all, and j many shrank from the menacing glance l-of the chief, as it flashed here and there, as if seeking some 'one to de | nounce. “To the test,” continued St. John. 1 i‘Lefevery man name his coin, him- NO. W. self, and unmask. A traitor may get into this hall but he cannot get .put alive.” The conspirators fell back Yrotn the dais, and Carlos held the jox into which each man had drooped a coin after entering the halh One by otie the conspirators a«B*i vanced to the dais, unmasked, gave a number and name until but one mail remained. “ Come forward, mask) Call (ot your coin, give its date, your name and unmask,” said St, John, sternly, The mask advanced and spoke t “I demand my golden passport in the name of the. League.” “ Right,” said-.St John, “In right'of its date, 1784." “Right.” • * ■“ And in • the tiatne of Fierre Rivart.” * - “ Unmask, ahd if you are he seek it,*’ continued St. John. The applicant threw aside his mask and stood revealed. “ Benditto, the fortttne-tellef !” ex claimed Carlos, while St. John stared upon thebold Italian with saVage ex ultation. “ lie is" an interloper! A spy I Hang him!” shouted the conspira tors. “ You hear your sentence, Bendit to,” said St. John. “ Execution fol lows instantly—my very cunning o° un t Mario di Antelli, of Florence.” -“Look I like Maigo now!” ex* ■claimed he whom we have thus far knQwn’as’ Benditto, casting off a wig of grizzly locks, his false eye brows and false .beard, and at'the same time rapidly passing a handkerchief #ver his face after dipping it in an jitn of water near him. • “ Am I Count Mario, my very ning Henri Le Grand !” But for a moment St. John seemed speechless with horror; and then after ■ a wild stare of terror, upon the face before him he shrieked rather than exclaimed: 1 “ Clara di Antelli! My Wife !” j “ Will you hang me now, Hemd'jLe 1 Grand ‘i Shall the Cord or the djtgge^ jto complete !" Zij'lßS ' it Was she, the original of the portrait of the Italian girl. Captain St. John was in a tremor of terror and dismay. It seemed to him that his wife had suddenly sprung from the grave ; still, the devilish audacity of the ’ man finally came to his aid. " “ You shall not hang, vindictive woman, though such boldness deserves no milder punishment." “ Beware,” said Clara. “If J once dreamed that you, as you sit there, in this den of villains, could dare raise your hand against me, or speak to my injury you should die upon the in stant. I have but to cross my hands above my head, and you die where you sit.” St, John grew pale for all hig bold ness, and his eye Wandered from face to face, as if seeking for the. ambushed foe. He saw no covert violence in the astonished features about him, yet he knew the daring woman was not speaking falsely. Had his eye been near enough to * pierce through the deep shadow that enshrouded one corner of the large hall, and which obscureij a crevice in the decaying wall, he would have Seen Yadak’s steady gaze, as be watched every motion of his mistress, and fin gered impatieritly with the trigger of • a carbine \ for crouching Upon the floor of the adjacent deserted house, the Asiatic had noiselessly enlarged the crevice, made known by Pierre Rivart’s extorted confession—until he knew there would be room to use his weapon. • Os this terrible danger St. John knew nothing, hut he was skilled in reading the expression of the human face, and knew, from the firm lips and steady eyes of Clara Antelli, that life hung upon a thread. - [to be continued in our next.] A Mr. Tassie has recently died in London, at the age of 88, who gained much notoriety, years ago, as the lucky I winner of the great Shakspear Boydell : Lottery. It is understood that the lottery ticket by which he became pos sessed of the Boydell Gallery and Pic tures, jwas obtained in this way S A gentleman called at Tassie’s shop, and mentioning the matter to him, asked him if he had taken a ticket. Find ing that he had not done so, this gen tieman offered to Tassie his own (or one of his own;) Mr. Tassie took it, i and paid his guinea. This turned out,, to be the prize ticket, and brought its owner pictures and a lease for which he received upwards of $50,000 in money. A Belgian, of Ghent, has discovered,, that the rusting of nails employed to fasten the branches of fruit trees to walls can be prevented by knocking into the wall, at the same time as the nail, a small piece of zinc.