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OIIPNtIOIIH f tll u ln*n- are 1,u ‘ " hi J>B of T vre? W li,i wrote divine W illium’a plays? who ronwwl Patterson’s Ire? Where is Rutherford Hayes? ~ .i, came forth, tin* beast or the dame? Wli„ penned “The Beautiful Snow?” b uh . lt is this Murchison’s name? ’ We're blest if we know. lit Fiskvu of Naples. BYA.LEXANDIE.DU MAS* ! / “Merciful powers!” exclaimed the two young girls. j “iSouora,” added the fisherman, quickly, j “did you not tell mo that your father was an t in the army of the viceroy? If such is there-, and if your father loves you, let him ! break bis sword this very evening, for to morrow there will be neither truce nor ; merry! To-morrow the people will crush, v. -lit piry, every hireling of despotism.” T)i" last words were pronounced in atone of voice fitted to make the bravest shudder. ! "1 frighten you,” continued he in a milder manner, and approaching Isabella; “pardon me; hut do not forget the advice 1 have given you. The measure is full; the day of vuiigoince is at hand; yet let not my hands [ dved, senora, with the blood of your father.” \ “Unhappy man,” said Isabella, “you your >,',f :aa\ be the first to fail in to-morrow’s coin hat.” “May heaven hear your words!” answered Ma uiicllo, “provided that out of my blood spring the liberty of Naples, that our tyrants arc completely vanquished, and that the squadron you see yonder carries them far away from us.” He pointed to the Spanish galleons, com manded by Don Juan Fernandez, which had cast anchor in the bay about two hours before. “Tomorrow,” added the fisherman, “the gut’s of this squadron will pour forth their than tor, with a view to crush the revolt, for they are the orders of a man who will nec e: -arily support the viceroy.” “And who is this man?” asked Isabella with emotion. # “Juan Fernandez. He was formerly gov ernor of the Indies, and he is now come to marry the daughter of the Duke of Arcos, to whom he brings a dowry of three hundred thousand ducats, the fruit of the most infa mous extortion.” At this moment the eye of Masaniello lighted on the boat which had lieen soized the evening before. He started with surprise. “What do l see?” exclaimed he. “Is it a dream?” Jeanne made signs to Isabella, who had, as yet, hardly recovered from tlio shock pro duced on her by the last words of Masa niello. “No, brother,” said she. “it is not a dream. Providence has been at work for us in your absence.” 'The fisherman looked at the two young girls in turn. His ciiest heaved and his eye jivas moist. Then he again turned toward the bay and exclaimed: “Yes, it is my own bark! I see once more the companion of my life, my daily bread!” “But this is not all,” said Jeanne; “come!” She took Masaniello by one arm, while Isa bella, much affected, leaned upon the other. The young fisherman started on, feeling the weight of that softy white hand which did not fear to come in contact with his rough sleeve. “Well, Masaniello,” said Isabella, “will you still continue to grieve your sister and me by talking of murder, blood and car nage?” M isuniello listened with great emotion to this gentle voice, which sounded like sweet music to him. On reaching the door of tho cabin Dame Pc drill;, said to her mistress, in a low voice: “Mv dear child, night is coming on; wo must return.” Isabella did not even hear her, and the mm y nurse remained on the sill of the door mug attentively, and casting from time tu time a look of suspicion into the cabin. I he viceroy’s daughter was delighted with the astonishment of Ma aniello, who, on tl!: hng his home furnished again, experi -1 T the same emotion he had felt at the sight of his boat. "i" who;;!,’’ murmured he, “do we owe all this?” “Cannot, you guess, brother?” said Jeanne, Pointing to'lsabella. Mmnmeilo knelt down, and, placing his hand on his heart, said to the viceroy’s daughter: "depose of my life—it is yours.” “lud oil,” replied Isabella, “you owe me gratitude whatever; I am but too happy having served you,” and she offered her tend to tne young man, who carried it to his lips. “So now,” continued she, “you will n< T return to Naples, or, if you do, it will on l v he to calm the people and to quell the lev ' it. Promise me this, I implore you.” -J 'aniello rose up hastily’, passed his hand it'll ss ids forehead and stared vacantly at the young girl. “Calm the people quell the revolt!” stammered he. “Oil! brother,” said Jeanne, “do not refuse 0!lr benefactress what she asks of you.” “-t another word—what you ask is im possible. ’’ Ain possible!” exclaimed Isabella, in great grief. Nes, impossible, for the people have my Promise.” "Wi must say’ that y’ou have changed y°ur mind,” said Jeanne. tVhat! after they have chosen me for :r loader? You would have me betray them then! Never! Adieu!” C‘6 young man turned toward the door, / a t Rubella, with her hands clasped and her L ‘ bathed in tears, threw herself before i him. Stop, Masaniello!” cried she, “just now * °’ J told me to dispose of your life. Alas I .'Oiir offer was nothing but an empty’ tt'ord” - “ t so, senora. I said then and I say A lake my life, take my blood to its lust but leave me my honor!” S . honor, then, consist for y’ou, Mas- in rendering Naples desolate by fire ati( i sword r Ihe crime belongs to those who have J ‘ te d the people to rise. They have eom !,"'l the lion to leave his lair, and they at present, none to blame but them *ikte if he devours them.” . hut it Ls you, Masaniello, who are excit- T the anger of the people. VY T hy do you ‘ continue to fan the flame, when you 1 extinguish it with a word?” said the young man, “you have „ 13 rendered us a service which entitles J ° u to our eternal gratitude; hut if you re- quire me, in return, to commit an act of treacl. ry, take back the things you ba\-e re stored to us and let me leave.” “Oil! Masaniello! Masaniello!” “You, senora, area Spaniard, and you can not, therefore, understand my duties.” “I know that you are rushing headlong to your ruin.” “What does it matter?” “The Duke of Arcos has immense forces, and Naples is full of soldiers.” “We have God on our side.” “But what will become of Jeanne if you fall?” “Pietro, her affianced, who cannot join us in the struggle on account of his wound, will be left to protect her. But Jeanne is brave and strong minded, and she would rather weep over her brother’s tomb than see Hirn abandon tho holy cause which he has espoused.” “Oh, Heaven 1 oh, Heaven!” murmured Isa bella; “ho cannot guess the real cause of my terror!” “Do not forgot, senora, the advice I gave you with respect to your father,” said Masa niello. “My father! But if it is not on bis account that I tremble?” “What do I hoar?” “Alas! he runs no risk; it is you alone who are in danger.” “Then, senora,” said tho young man, in a trembling voice, “since you fear uot for him whom 1 at first imagined to be the cause of your alarm, I may be allowed to think—But no! no! such a thing is impossible!” “Do you, then, think it impossible for me, Masaniello, calmly to see you rush to certain death?” “Senora, you cannot be aware of the ;roublo that jour words throw’ into my heart. Pity! oh, pity!” “Ma aniello! my friend—my brother” “No, no!” quickly replied the young man, “I am not your brother; I have given you, in my dreams, a far dearer name.” “And I will answer to it,” cried she, with a burst of frantic passion. “Oil, Isabella, spare me! Can I, tho poor fisherman, ever hopo to obtain tho love of”— “Stop!” cried the young girl, with great emotion; “in owning to you the weakness of my heart, I reserve the right of bidding you adieu forever, if you refuse to accede to all my wishes.” “It is perjury you would have mo com mit!” said Masaniello, in a trembling voice. “It is uot perjury to quell a revolt vviiieh you yourself have raised.” “Your accusation is unjust. The anger of the people hus been excited solely by the bad faith of the Duke of Arcos.” Isabella shuddered. “Though it be so, Masaniello,” said she, “does a fault justify a crime? What matters it on which side the wrong lies? I am a Spaniard and you are a Neapolitan; thus, if the revolt breaks out, vve shall be separated forever.” “You aro right, senora,” said Masaniello, after a moment’s struggle with himself; “a fault nover justifies a crime. Supposing that tho people and I were wrong in committing a first act of violence, the man who after ward odiously deceived us, and wdio profited by tho confidence with which he had treach erously inspired us, to sht.d the blood of the Neapolitan people on tho place of the Vicaria, is a” “Stay, Masaniello!” •‘This man, I say, is an infamous wretch!” “Oh! 1 imploro you, do not speak thus!” “If the fault is the people’s, the crime is the viceroy’s, and I will undertake the pun ishment.” “Great God,” exclaimed the young girl, “I have just told him that I love him, and this is his reply.” “You love me, Isabella? Oh, may Heaven pour its blessings on your head for this avowal, which fids my soul with pure and boundless joy I You love me! —you! Alas! alas!” “Masaniello! no longer turn, I beseech you, a deaf ear to my prayers.” Tho young man answered nothing, but let fall his head with tho greatest melancholy. After a short silence ho again looked up, and said: “You were right; you are a Spaniard, and I am a Neapolitan: what is about to happen will raise an insuperable barrier between us; you will, doubtless, hate me, but I must sacrifice your love.” “Silence! silence!” sobbed Isabella. “Hear me, and let me tell you liow holy and unchangeable is tho affection I have con ceived for you. Your image has been deep ly engrav. n on my heart since tho first day I saw you.” “It is false; for, were it so, 3*oll would have some pit3- for me.” “My sufferings aro greater than >*ours, Isa bella. But would you have mo betray my brothers'?” ‘•You aro leading them to their ruin.” “I am loading them to glory.” “No, no! you can have never loved me.” “It is because I love }'ou that I am inflex ible.” “Hear him, oh, heaven! and judge,” said Isabella, clasping her hands. “Yes,” repeated Masaniello, “because I love you. Were Ito obey 3 T ou today, to morrow l should blush in your presence, afld you would possess the right to treat me as a coward.” “Masaniello!” “As au infamous and cowardly wrc-tch, for I should have lied to my conscience, broken my oath and repudiated my principles. I should havo laid the basis of my happiness on tho suffering of tho people, and my happiness would have been cursed and blighted.” “No more! Come, join your prayers to mine, and tell him that he is mad!” exclaimed the 3’oung girl, running to Jeanne, and tak ing her by tho hand. Masaniello’s sister was weeping by herself in silence. She dried her tears, rose up slowly, and, pointing tothesk}*, said to tne daughter of the viceroy: “I begin to think it is the will of heaven. I, as well as you, have tried, by my prayers, to turn my brother 1 rom his purpose, and jjpl M3 JiY vt hrf'd,**/. bv.v* 4 And, kneeling before her, pressed her cold hand to his Lips. have knelt, weeping, at his feet. Nothing but the conviction that ho is acquitting a holy duty could give him the force thus to resist 1113’ sisterly tenderness and your de voted love; let us therefore be resigned and pray for him.” Isabella, thunder struck at these words, turned deadly pale, and would have fallen to * the ground had uot Masaniello sprung for ward and caug) t her in his arms. He placed her, perfect!} 1 senseless, on a chair of the cabin, and, kneeling before her, pressed her cold hand to his lips. “Adieu!” murmured he, “adieu! This is, perhaps, the last time that we shall meet in this world; but if it is decreed that I am to see 3-ou no more, if I fall in this undertaking, your name, with that of m3' well beloved sister, will be the last words which my d}’ing lips will utter.” He theu rose up hastily, seized his musket and rushed out of the cabin. CHAPTER V. A SUSPICIOUS MEETTN’O Night was descending. Masaniello, on leaving the cabin, thought ho perceived a human form seated at some distance, under a bower of wild pomegranate and olive trees. He fancied that this might boa spy, but, as he had no time to lose, he passed on, and two minutes afterward was in Pietro’s cabin. The smuggler made au effort, and rose to welcome Masaniello, whose hand lie shook cordially. He was a man of about 80, with a frank, loyal expression of countenance, and had arms which seemed formed of iron sinew. • “Remain seated, Pietro,” said Masaniello. “Why did you not come to see me yester day?” asked the wounded man. “Because I had nothing but my ruin to tell \*ou of; but toda}* it is different. 4 ’ “ V.T!I 30U not revenge yourself?” said the smuggler. ‘ To-morrow,” replied Masaniello, “Naples will be free, or I shall have ceased to live.” “You are going to rouse the people, then? You are going to fight? Oh, I shall be strong enough to follow you—wait for me.” “Do not stir, I beg; but listen to mo atten tivel3'.” “Go on,” said Pietro. “You still love my sister?” asked Masa niello. “How can 3’ou ask me such a question f* “And >’ou still wish to marry her?” “Yes.” “In that case, cured or not, 3’ou must not join us in the combat.” Pietro started from his seat. “No, you must not.” added the fisherman, “because it is necessary that one of us should remain to take care of Jeanne. Do you un derstand 1110 now?” A tear rolled down the smuggler’s face. “You are right,” murmured he; “3'et, after all, it’s a hard thing.” “Then this is settled,” said Masaniello. “If, therefore, I do not return to-morrow even ing, 3’ou will take Jeanne’s arm and go with her to the Benedictine convent. Dom Fran cesco is to return today from Rome; I will call presently and tell him that 3*0:1 and Jeanne are coming to-morrow to receive the nuptial blessing.” “I hour,” said Pietro, trying to stifle his sobs. “Come, Pietro, if you cannot fight with us you ran pray for us. Cheer up.” And Masaniello left tho cabin. lie did not take the road to Naples, but followed the outward wall of tho forti fications and directed his steps toward Pausilippo. Suddenly, the same doubtful form which he had seen on leaving his own cabin ap peared again before him. The young man quickly took his musket off his shoulder and clasped it tightly in both hands. A loud, rough voice immediately ex claimed: “Halloo! Signore, I hear, methinks, the the wheel of }*our musket creaking. Corpo and Cristo! your caution is praiseworthy in such times as these, and while you, my master, are pla}’ing tho game you play. Be not so hast}’, and do not, at all events, shoot me before 3*oll have heard what I have to sa>’. Diavolo! I for mall}* objoct to it.” B}* the time the stranger had finished speaking, Masaniello found himself face to face with him. “Who are }*ou?” asked the fisherman, “and what do 3*ou want with me?” “Bravissimo! signore, that’s speaking plainly and intelligibl)’. But }'ou seem to bo in as great a burr}* as u hind with a pack of hounds at its heels. Let us w*alk on to gether, and I will tell you.” Masaniello replaced his musket on his shoulder, taking care, however, to keep a strict watch on the movements of the stranger, who was of commanding stature, excessively robust, and armed to the teeth. “So you are going t.o revolutionize Naples, caro piscatore?'’ said tho colossus, in an iron ical tone. “It appears to me that beforo putting ques tions }*ou might answer mine.” “True. Don’t bo offended. You ask me who i am Why, sanguo do Cristo! }*ou know me well enough.” “That may be; but, at the same time, it would bo just as well if you were to teil mo your name, for I am not a sorcerer.” “Corcelli, then, mio caro —Corcelli, at your service!” “What! the captain of tho banditti of Ve suvius'?” “The same, signore.” “Well, what do you want of me?” “Well, carissimo, as you place mo at once ou a footing of familiarity, l will follow your example, and tell }’ou, without more ado, that I want nothing of }*ou, but that I come to offer evei*}*thing. Yet, before pro ceeding further, I wish to know if } r ou are really’ serious in }*our projects.” “What interest can you take in them?” “The same interest that is taken by every true Neapolitan who loves his country, and WuO hates foreign despotism.” Masaniello raised his head, but the dark ness prevented him from seeing the stranger’s features; but as the latter’s voice seemed full of frankness, lie answered: “Wo are serious in our projects.” “Bravissimo!” replied the bandit. “But, per Bacco, my young master, you forget the Duke of Arcos has placed Naples in a state of defense: the castle is full of culverins, which will spit out grape shot on \*ou from tho top to tho bottom of its bastions.” “No matter,” said Masaniello; “I will brave their fire.” “Very good; but have 3-ou reflected, Sig nore Piscatore, on the immense number of reitors and lansquenets that fill the place? Have you taken into calculation all the Span ish iiifantx*}' and Castilian arquebusiers which occupy every post and fortress from tho sea side to the furthest limits of the city? Don’t }*ou suppose that the viceroy will let all these military blood hounds loose on }-ou? Corpo di Bacco! }’ou will be made mince meat of in the twinkling of an eye.” “You may be deceived in your conject ures, my honest bandit. The bare arm of tho man of the people is worth more than the soldier’s musket.” “Nonsense, mio caro! the soldier’s musket will send real bullets through the head of the man of the people, and, if } r ou have nothing but }*our bare arm to rely on, the fish in the bay will shortl}’ have the pleasure of devour ing those by whom they are generally de voured, and then your hoped for liberty goes to the devil.” “But where am I to procure arms?” said Masaniello, who began to yield to the bandit’s grotesque reasoning. “Arms, carissimo? Ehleh! the bandit of Vesuvius could perhaps furnish }*ou v.kh a few. All we want is to come to an under standing.” “Speak, then.” “How many muskets and arquebuses do you require?” “I will let you know, as soon as I bavo counted in}’ men, in an hour,” answered Masaniello. “Are they all to be at tho catacombs?” asked the bandit. “What!” exclaimei tho fisherman, with surprise, “do }*ou know the place wo meet at?” “Know it! yes.” “Who informed }*ou of it?” “Cospetto! you’re inquisitive; but then you're young. 1 not only know,” continued the bandit, “the conspirators’ place of ren dezvous, but 1 ain also acquainted with the reason why you stop at this monastery.” And Corcelli pointed to the Benedictine convent. “What is it, then?” asked Masaniello. “You are going to seek a monk by the name of Dom Francesco, Am I right P “Do you know him, then?” “Yes; he was in m} r cave, near the volcano, this very morning." “You joke?” “Not 1, per Bacco! We took him }*ester night, on his return from Rome, and let him go this morning, for fear he should convert us.” “It was, then, he who told you all?” “Ahal povero! your inquisitiveness is at work again! No, it was not he. But, while I think of it, bavo you ever seen the daughter, mio amore?” * “No, never,” answered the fisherman, with surprise; “but what makes \*ou ask?” “Oh! nothing. Corpo di Cristo! I guessed the trick.” “What trick?” “Don’t be uneasy. These little Spaniards have pleut}’ of anxiety. Cospetto! but her taste is not bad; fellows of }*our sort are not to be met with every da}’.” “You abuse my patience!” cried the fisher man. “What is the meaning of }’our enig matical language?” “The meaning of it is, mio caro, that from time to time I look after your interest, and you ought to do anything but complain, since I am about to give you the means of obtain ing a certain victory. Listen! go and see the monk, then hasten to the catacombs, decide ou the hour of attack, and afterward coi?ie to me at the foot of Vesuvius. You will then be able to see what means I possess for carry ing on war, to count the men I place at your orders, and to listen to my conditions. Do you agree to come?” Masai lie 110 hesitate: 1. “I hope, mio piscatore, that you do not think mo capable of laying a snare for you?” “I do not,” answered Masaniello, “for what could you have in doing so?” “Well spoken, carissimo! On the word of a brigand, you have nothing to fear, for I am an honest man.” “I will be there,” said the fisherman. “But wait! I must tell you the password.” “What is it?’ “Masaniello. ” “You honor me, indeed.” “Are you not the hero of the day? Re collect, I am waiting for you.” “I will soon be with you,” answered tho fisherman. And they separated. CHAPTER VL THE CATACOMBS. Two minutes afterwards Masaniello was in tho cell of Dom Francesco. “My son,” exclaimed the monk, pressing the }'oung man to his heart, “how did }*ou learn my return?” “From Corcelli, tho captain of the bri gands, who captured you yesterday.” “Sancta Maria! Have you seen him, then?” “I have but just left him.” “What can you have to hold converse about with him?” “Have you not heard what has taken place at Naples?” “No,” said the monk. “But stay, I have heard of a riot, which was instantly sup pressed by the viceroy’s troops.” “Is that all?” asked Masaniello. “Yes, all. Were } r ou among the rioters?” “It was I who was at the head of it, father. ” “You!” exclaimed the monk. “Yes, father, I; and I thank heaven for 3’our return. You have ever been my guide, and if the light has sometimes waded through tho darkness of my understanding, it is to you that I owe it.” “My sou, I sowed in good ground, and the harvest is, therefore, abundant.” “Listen, father; it is time that wo should understand one another. The instruction 1 have received from you has inspired me with a desire to free Naples, and to relieve the people of tyranny beneath which they at present groan. Do you approve of this pro ject?” “Silence! silence! m}* son. How can you ever hope to succeed?” “That is not what lam talking about. Do you approve of that project?” “Well, then, yes! That is, if you have the means to carry it out.” “Are }*ou ready to join us in putting into execution those principles in which you have educated me?” “My son! my son! do not hold out to mo any deceitful hope; }*ou are young, and your heated imagination carries you away.. Yet could we but realize the holy maxim of tho Gospel, and really show that all men aro brothers!” “We will realize it,” answered Masaniello. “Prove this to me, and I will follow you wherever you go. ” “Well, then, Dom France co, I have this da}’ sounded the people, and have found that the}’ are all of the same mind as myself. 011 hearing me pronounce the sacred name of liberty every heart beat with hope, every arm was raised toward heaven, and every eye shot forth fire. You as',: me what guar antees I have of victory. You have heard, and I wish for no others.” “Go on!” said tho monk, with a throbbing heart “I have but to make a sign, and thousands of lazaroni and fishermen will instantl}* arise and rush, lino a burning volcano, wherever 1 lead them.” “Is this a dream?” “To-morrow,” continued Masaniello, “Na ples will be tree!” “But where did 3-ou harangue tho people?’ “On the harbor, after the viceroy’s infa mous act of treachery.” Dom Francesco listened attentively to tho brief account which Masaniello gave him of what had taken place. The old man rose up, and taking Masaniello by the hand, said: “I havf carefully weighed every one of your words, and 1 declare that you aro jus tified in what }*ou are doing.” “Then you approve of our project, father?” “Yes.” “Alas!.” said Masaniello, in a voice full o? emotion, “I was near betraying it, father.” “What do 1 hear? - ’ exclaimed tho monk. “A woman—a woman whom 1 love—im plored me, ou her knees, to abandon the undertaking. Her tears made me waver for an instant; but, heaven be praised, in}’ love of libert}’ prevailed, and to-morrow will see me, perhaps, contending hand in hand with her father, for she is a Spaniard and he an ofleer in the vicero}’’s army. Max’ heaven will it otherwise! But the people havo named me their leader; so long live Naples and liberty 1” “And now, my son,” said Dom Francesco, pressing Masaniello to his heart, “what arc you going to doT “At present 1 am going to tho catacombs, whore my associates are waiting for me.” “i will accompany you.” “Come, then, father,” said Masauiello, “and you shall bless our poniards.” “But what measures have you taken to in sure yourself and your companions a safe re treat, if s’ our place of rendezvous were dis covered ami surrounded by soldiers/” “None.” “Imprudent manl But follow me, I will be your guide.” Dom Francesco, followed by the fisherman, left his cell, traversed the cloister, passed by the chapel, and stopped at last at the top of a tLrfnp staircase, which apj>eared to lose itself in the depths of the earth. “But where would you lead rn* to, holy father/” asked Masaniello. Before replying, the Benedictine drew from beneath his dress a steel, a flint and a key ; then, taking Masaniello Jby the arm, ho went down twoutj' steps, and stopped before a massive iron door, which, on applying the key to it, turned heavily on its hinges. Then the monk said: “My son, the catacombs of Naples have four different outlets. One of them is in the wood of Pausilippo; this is, doubtless, the ono by which you were ull to enter.” “It was.” “The second is beneath the Caste 1 Nuovo; the third is behind the choir of the Church of St. Januarius. and the fourth is in the convent of the Benedictines. You see that Providence is with us. In ease of danger you will be able to t ike refuge in the monestary, and woe to your enemies if the}* follow you into the intricacies of the labyrinth it forms.” While speaking, Dom Francesco lighted two torches which he took from ft hollow in While speaking, Dom Francesco lighted two torches. the wall. The monk kept one} gave the other to Masaniello, and continued his way with the fisherman, having first taken the precau tion to tie at the beginning of the passage the end of a ball of string which unwound itself as they advanced. “This new thread of Ariadne, my son, will insure your safety if the viceroy’s troops block up the outlet of Pausilippo.” “It is but too true, father,” said Masani ello, “that wo are surrounded by dangers. To-morrow, or even this very night, I may fall. If I do,” continued he, “promise mo that you will bless the union of my sister Jeanne with Pietro.” The monk pressed the young man’s hand and silently dried a tear. After walking for about half an hour a distant murmur fell upon their cars. “ ’Tis they!” said Masaniello. “You told them to assemble, then, in the rotunda of Diocletian?” “I did, father.” “In that case, turn to the right,” said the monk. A minute afterward they were in a sort of gigantic chamber, dug in the rock, and the walls of which were covered with stalactites that matte them sparkle in the torch light as if they were walls of diamonds. There wero assembled all tho fishermen and lazaroni whom Masaniello had harangued the day be fore on the harbor. When the young man appeared a joyful clamor arose oil all sides. “It is he!” # “It is our young leader!” “Long live Masaniello 1” Such wero the greetings with which he was welcomed by the ragged men who filled the subterranean chamber. Masaniello mounted on a large stone which was in the middle of tho place. Both fisher men and lazaroni formed a circle round him, and the greatest silence immediately pre vailed. “Comrades,” said Masaniello, “did you all take different roads as I recommended you?” “Yes, wo obeyed your orders.” “Are you suro that there are no spies among us?” “Fear nothing; we all know one another.” “Let those who have arms draw near.” Ten men came forward, some with pikes and tho others with arquebuses or partisans. “Place yourselves,” said Masaniello, “at tho entrance to the catacombs, and let none force their way in, except over your bodies.” Then, pointing to the monk, who was standing on his right, ho added: “There, my friends, is my master; there is the master of us all.” “lie is! he is!” exclaimed several voices. “YV r c know him!” “It is Dom Francesco!” “The triend of the people!” “Long live the Benedictine!” “it was not I,” continued the young man, “whom you applauded yesterday on the har bor; i was but the echo of this holy man, to whom 1 owe the little instruction 1 possess, it was he who spoke to you through me.” “Long live Dom Francesco!” cried ail present. “it is true, my dear brethren,” said tho old man, “that to see you happy has been my hope through life, the aim of my studies. I have spent my long career in pleading your cause and defending your rights. Like tho Hebrews in the land of Egypt, you havo toiled for greedy despoilers, who grow fat on your substance and drink your tears. But another Moses has arisen to shako from off you the yoke of Pharaoh, and to iead you to the promised land of liberty.” These words wero received with cries of enthusiasm, “Liberty forever!" “Liberty we’ll hqvel” “No more fetters!” “No more taxes!” “No more suffering!” “Liberty! liberty forever!” On a sign from Masaniello silence was re stored. “Yes, Neapolitans, you shall be free, I swear it!” exclaimed he, with fire. “Tho struggle will be a desperate oue, and thero will be many of us turned into martyrs; aro you, therefore, prepared to fight to the death?” “We are!” “If I have no arms to give you, will you even then confront the troups of the viceroy without trembling?” “Wo will!” “And the guns of hir fortresses?” “Wewiil?” ‘A and the arquebus?* of his guardsT 1 -We will wi-st them from their blood smimd hand t” “Will you come with me to break down the gates of the Yicaria and dictate to the duke of Arcos tho orders of the victorious people/” “We will!” “Then let every one approach and take the oath.” Two men brought a Bible and a crucifix to the monk. Then all the conspirators ap proached in turn, and kneeling on one knee and placing a hand on tho cross, repeated the fo.lowing oath: “In the presence of the blessed Redeemer, and on the Holy Bible, I swear to defend, until death, the rights of the i>eople of Naples and to obey our leader, Masaniello.” When they had all taken tho oath Masani ello exclaimed: “My friends, draw your poniards,” The daggers hid beneath the rags of the lazaroni and the jackets of the fishermen immediately gleamed over the heads of all. [TO hi: CONTINUED] YOUli EAKS Ought to have attention perhaps. If so, B. IS. B. will do you good, removing all ignorant matter, the direct cause ot deafness. Witness the following testi monies: COl LI) HEAR A TICK CRAWL. Mr. C. E. Hall wrote from Shelby, Ala , Febuary 1), IHbT: “1 could not hear if thunder. I lieoidofß. B. 8., used two bottles, and now can hear a tick crawl in the leaves. “i CAM' Cl’ TO ” Knoxville, Tenn.. 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