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NoMihi;' So Pathetic. ••There in notliifnc so pathetic In thin life ns to hear The low. nad plunk of a tear." -Rill Nye. !k Mimaa cf Sails;. & 3 Y ALEX ANDRE DUMAS v*'ST" *- ~055 #OE \ • - ** ! / “Till now 7 continued Masaniello, ‘'These jjave been your only means of attack and defense; in default of other arms they will still suffice. And if you ever discover a traitor in your ranks, swear to mo that you will use them to pierce him to tho heart.” “We swear it.” “And now, holy father,” added Masani ello, kn<Ting before the Benedictine, “im plore for us the protection of heaven and bless our arms.” All knelt down, like their leader. Tho monk extended his arms over tho prostrate crowd and said: “Go forth, my children, to combat, for your cause is just and holy. Bo prodigal of your own blood, but sparing of that of your oppressors, and may the God of armies pro tect you in the struggle. I bless both you and your arms in tho name of Heaven!” “Thanks, father,” said Masaniello. Ho then rose up and added: “Brothers, go and take your repose. Sleep, as usual, on the stones of the harbor, on the sand of tho beach, on tho steps of cho churches, and un der the peristyle of the palace, but to-morrow morning at sunrise let me see you ail assem bled before my cabin. Good night!” “Good night!” repeated ull the conspir ators. Tho torches were extinguished; a few mo ments afterward all those present were scat tered through the avenues of Pausilippo, and the catacombs were again enveloped in dark ness. CHAPTER VIL VESUVIUS. On leaving the catacombs, Masaniello vaulted on a horse which he had waiting for him. and hurried to Vesuvius. lie had just reached the foot of the mountain, when the challenge of the sentinel stopped him. Ma saniello told him his name, “Pass on,” said the sentinel. “Follow this sulphur furrow which you see on your right, and you will reach the edge of the volcano.” In a quarter of an hour, Masaniello arrived at the appointed place, but there was no Cor celli to be seen. He at last perceived, at somo distance, a light in the hollow of a rock; ho drew near, and beheld forty or fifty indi viduals, in tattered apparel, standing against the walls of a grotto. A man, with long hair and a velvet doublet, was sitting with his back to tho others, to ward whom, however, he frequently turned. Ho had a pencil in his hand, and was tran quilly taking silhouette sketches of tho figures that surrounded him. “I haf stayed a lonk time widout moving, Mr. Artist,” said an athletic German. “Vill you soon haf done niv bortrait?” “Silence! you rogue,” answered the artist, “and keep still. By St. Januarius, you had better not make me spoil the drunkard I have dreamed of so long.” Masaniello recognized the voice of bia friend, Salvator Rosa. . i . ■ -~ Masaniello recognized the voice of his friend, Salvaor llosa. He entered the grotto without being seen by any one. “Mr. / rtist,” continued tho German, an ex-lansque:iet, who had turned brigand after having first been a vagabond, “don’t forget t:> baint my mustdache, pegause the gilds of Suapia ding it fery tine!” Salvator Rosa replied to this observation by a rap with his maul stick. Tho bri garni drew iiis poniard. I “Back to its sheath with that, scoundrel 1” ' exclaimed Corcelli, placing himself between Salvator and his model. At this moment, Masaniello touched tho captain on tho shoulder. “Ah! here ho is at last,” said Coreclli. “Rise, Ml of you, you r..seals, and salute il Signoro ilasaniello!” At this name, Salvator Rosa turned round quickly, and came and shook tho fisherman by the hand. “aon here?” said he. “Acs, I have something of importance to talk to Corcelli about. But how have you, my dear Salvator, got into such company/” “i left Maples three days back to go and study the beauties of our mountains when these three donkeys made me prisoner.” “And you may be certain that von will hot leave us before you have paid your ran added the captain of the brigands. Salvator began to laugh. ‘‘i bis is one of the most original beings I bare ever met with,” said he to Masaniello. He imagines that a painter has money and phh pay a ransom! Oh, Corcelli! what an illusion is yours!” ‘ bet us retire for a moment, and talk of ° Ur affairs,” said Masaniello, drawing the ° a ptain out of the cave. “Hi the first place,” said Masaniello, “I re quire you to restore Salvator Rosa to lib erty.” “M hat! after I have kept him gratis?” “Has he not drawn the portraits ©f nearly k bli your men V ’ r “A fine family picture gallery, indeed!” r “Salvator is my friend.” W ell, then, let him pay mo a hundred du and go.” A hundred ducats! Why, Corcelli, no ar tist ever possessed such a sum.” ‘‘Then fifty.” Capture cardinals, abbes, monsignori, and make them capitulate, if you like; but do not t hink that an artist possesses even fifty ducats.” “Mot fifty? nor twenty?” “No, nor twenty. It appears that you roll in gold, Coice 11. Oh! it is easy to sea that you are a robber.” “Well, then, take the prisoner a way with you. Where there is nothing” “The brigand loses his rights. Now that the preliminaries are settled, let ra know how many men you have.” “Two hundred.” “Brave?” “As lions.” “ Devoted f’ “Like dogs.” “Capable of bearing fatigue?” “Very donkeys.” “And what arms?” ’ “Three hundred muskets and fire hundred poniards. ” “And you place all these at the service of tho insurgents?” “Yes, all.” “On what conditions?” “I ask for nothing, or next to nothing, my dear Masaniello.” “What is it?” “Two hours’ pillage.” “Oh, that’s all?” “Yes. ” “ Well, hear me. I hare given 'orders to have tho man who appropriates to himself one shiglo article shot. You see how we agree." “But why, then, aro you going to have a revolution, my little angel?” “To free Naples, and not for the sake of pillage.” “And what advantage shall I find in Naples being freed?” “You will profit by the victory.” “How?” “You will be ablo to beeome an honest man, and to servo in the army as my lieu tenant. ” “I am captain already, and you want me to expose my doublet to the balls of tho enemy to become a lieutenant!” “Your men shall receive good pay.” “How much a day?” “Two ducats.” “From whom?” “From me.” “Ah! piccolo rmo, what excellent security! But where is the Jew who would discount your bills? He is still in his swaddling clothes.” “1 will pay in ready money.” “With what?” Masaniello pointed to tho Spanish vessels riding at anchor in the bay*. “Among those vessels,” added he, “there is a galleon loaded with - three hundred thousand ducats, the fruit of exaction and rapine.” “Three hundred thousand ducats!” ex claimed Corcelli, stroking his mustache. “And how many guns to protect them?” “i know not.” “liuml Three hundred thousand ducats! It’s a pretty sum.” “It i§ from tho Indians of Mexico and the burgesses of Flanders that this money was extorted. Stolen from tho people, it will pay for the people’s victory; for to-morrow wo will attack the flotilla of Don Juan Fernan dez. ” “We are beginning to understand each other. But how will you manage to get at this treasure?” “My plan of attack is already arranged. ” “\V hat post will 3*oll assign to us, Masaui ello?” “You will occupy the gate of Marina.” “Good.” “And 3*ou will wait quietly until y*ou hear tho tocsin of tho convent of the Francis cans. ” “Well, what then?” “Then 3 T ou will make a sally on the market place, wfiero you will And us engaged with the viceroy’s troops.” “Well?” “By our lady del Carmine, 3*ou will then be ablo to see what 3*ou are to do. You can ohooso from the reiters, tho lansquenets, tho Castilian arquebusiers and tho cavalleria del ra All I recommend 3 r ou is to do your business well.” "Sot x-our mind at rest. My men will not fail to dash into the hottest part of the fray.” “Do not forget to return to the harbor after the battle, and wait for me there.” “You will bo obe>*ed in everything, caris irao. Yet” ‘Well, what?” If tho expedition which attacks the flotilla is repulsed may I not interfere?” “Corcelli! Corcelli!” replied Masaniello, “the thought of this galleon will lose 3*ou.” “Nonsense!” said the brigand, laughing. “But day is breaking. I will go and muster my men, and follow 3-ou in a quarter of an hour.” Masaniello returned to the grotto, where ho found Salvator still sketching. “Come, Salvator’” said the fisherman, “let us go.” “What! have >*ou made this miscreant reasonable at last?” said the artist, pointing to Corcelli. “Bo oil' with you, 3*ou beggarly painter,” said the brigand; “return to Naples and rid us of all these papers, pencils and colors, which tako up my men’s attention and hin der them from doing their business. And you, 3*oll scoundrels,” added Corcelli, ad dressing his band, “look at him well, so that you may bo ablo to know him, for ho among 3*oll who ever brings him back snail receive a hundred lashes. ” “My sword,” said Salvator. “Give it him, sangue di Cristo! and let him go,” cried Corcelli, impatiently. The artist belted on lus sword, slung his box 01 colors over his shoulder, took up his stick and followed Masaniello. “And now 1 will tell you, Salvator, what brought me to Vesuvius this morning. Dur ing 3*our absence, the most surprising things havo taken place at Naples.” Here Masaniello gave Salvator a graphic account of everything which had happened. “Bravo! bravo! exclaimed the painter, “fly St. Januarius! 1 will join you! it shall never be said that tho sword of Salvator Rosa slept in its scabbard while the roar of musketry rolled through the streets of Na ples in the name of liberty!” Masaniello and his companion descended the rest of the mountain in silence and soon arrived at the icn where the young fisher man had left his horse. As time pressed, Masaniello took Salvator up behind him, and tho horse darted oil at full gallop. CM AFTER VIII. REVELATION. When tho daughter of the Duke of Afcos recovered and saw that Masaniello had left the cabin, she understood that the young man had resolved to make the sacrifice of her love. She bad wept at his knees, hail owned her oSection, and yet ho had remained inflexible. The prido, therefore, of the noble Spaniard suddenly overcame her despair. She rose up haughtily, imposed, with a ges ture, silence on Jeanne, who was attempting to console her, and, to the great satisfaction of Dame Pedrilia, left the cabin. When she arrived in Naples the streets were empty. All those who usually filled them at that hour had gone to the catacombs. Isabella hurried through the city, and was soon in the sumptuous apartments into which Inez had received orders to admit no one. “Oh, Heaven! senora, where can you have been to at this hour?’' said Inez. “Silence!” replied Dame Pedrilia. Then, approaching lsalella, who had just fa Ren with a s.gh into a chair, she said: “i felicitate you, 1113’ child, on the step you have taken. Follow my advice, and go and find the vicero3*. Acquaint him with the project of this miserable fisherman, so that prompt measures may be taken for arresting him and ail the wretches of his kind.’* “V* nat do you say?” cried the young girl, s;art mg up. and burning with indignation. “1 S4V,” stammered the duenna, “that this Thomas Aniello ought to be hanged immedi ately, with all his accomplices.” “Miserable creature!” shrieked Isabella, with a furious burst of passion. “Out of my sight, and let me not see your face again!” The duenna hung her head and loft the room. As soon it s she was alone with Inez, Isa bella burst into tears, and related to her all that had taken place in the fisherman’s cabin. This was not the first time that Isabella had made a confidante of Inez, and the sparkling soubrette was far from disapproving her mistress’ intention to see Masaniello once more. “Retire, senora, to rest,” said sho, “for a few hours. 1 will awake 3*oll at day break, and we will go together to. the cabin on the Merge lima. ” The first rays of tho next da3*’s sun had scarcely kissed the waters of the sparkling bay, when the two young girls were to be seen walking along the beach in tue direction of Masaniello’s dwelling. But what was their surprise on beholding an immense crowd as sembled round the cabin! All those who had taken the oath at the catacombs the night before had already arrived, and were impa tiently waiting for their y*ou ig leader. Isabella and Inez traversed these groups of men, who were clothed in rags, and whose looks were somber and suspicious. The viceroy’s daughter guessed too well the cause of the tumultuous assemblage. She entered the cabin, and found Jeanno alono with Pietro. Isabella ran and embraced the young fisher man’s sister, and begged forgiveness for the manner in which she left her the evening be fore; then, looking at her uneasily, she trem blingly* murmured: “Where is he, Jeanne?” Before Pietro’s affianced could answer, a loud, joyous clamor was heard outside, and the air rang with cries of “Masaniello! Masa niello!” It was the 3*oung fisherman, who had just returned from Vesuvius with the artist. “Go, Jeanne,” said Isabella, “go and tell him that 1 implore him to see me once again.” Jeanne obeyed. But when she approached her brother, and whispered something in his ear, ho started, and made a violent move ment, expressive of refusal. The viceroys daughter saw the gesture and shuddered. “Salvator, m3* friend,” said Masaniello to the artist, “go back, I beg of you, with Jeanne; she will take }*ou to a person whose tears have already made wo waver. She is a Spaniard. You must make her understand that I can neither speak to nor see her now.” The artist followed Jeanne to the cabin, and Masaniello, turning to the crowd, ex claimed: “Everything is ready*; wo are provided with arms.” “Where are they*?” was heard on every* side. “At the gate of the Marina, hidden in three cart loads of straw, which aro under the care of some of Corcelli's men, disguised as peasants. ” “Bravo!” cried all the conspirators. “And now.” continued Masaniello, “listen to my* last orders. ” All were instantly silent. “Divide yourselves into two parts. The first will remain, unarmed, under my com mand; the other will proceed to the gate of the Marina, where the men who form it will receive partisans, blunderbusses and mus kets. Keep your arms as secret as possible; utter no cries, but ait for the signal, and enter the city the moment you hear tho tocsin of the cathedral sound.” “We will obey y*ou,” cried they a!L “I name Salvator Rosa, whom you all know, leader of this division.” “Bravo! bravo I” “Hong live our leader!” “Long live Salvator Rosa!” At this instant the artist rejoined Masa niello. “Brother,” said he, in a low voice, “where did 3*ou make the acquaintance of this young girl?” “Here, on the beach.” “Do 3*ou know her family?” “No.” “Has sho never spoken of her father to you ?” “Her father is a captain in tho Spanish arm 3*. ” “You have been deceived.” “What do I hear?” “1 sa3* that she has deceived 3*011; her name is Isabella d’Areos, and her father is viceroy of Naples.” Masaniello started like a wounded tiger. “Viceroy of Naples!” exclaimed he. “I am sure of it,” replied the artist. “She did not recognize me, although I have often worked at the frescoes of the Vicaria. Her presence here must be owing to some deep design. Masaniello, beware!” “Great God!” cried Masaniello, “my* head burns. She, the daughter of the despot, in my cabin! I understand all now; she doubt less came here os a spy.” “Masaniello, be calm.” “I will,” said the fisherman “I think,” added Salvator, “that y*on ought to go and speak to her. If there is treachery she can be detained as a hostage. But, in this case, there must be no mercy, no weak ness.” • “I would pluck out my heart sooner than show any,” said Masaniello, pressing tho artist's hand. Salvator Rosa put himself at the head of his division and moved toward tho place where the arms were to be distributed. As for Masaniello, he chose a lieutenant and ordered him to take his men and await his arrival on the road leading to Portico. This done, he hurried to the cabin. He entered with a fiery eye and a beating heart. Having waved to Jeanne, Inez arid the smuggler to retire, he folded his arms on his breast and cast a withering look on the daughter of tho viceroy. The unhappy girl let fall her eye be tore the irritated countenance of the fish erman. who cried out in a voice of thunder: “Isabella d’Arcos, what do y*ou want here?' 1 Had a thunderbolt fallen on the poor girl’s head it could not ha ve produced a more ter rible effect; she clasped a chair, in order not to fall, and murmured, in a stifled voice: “Pity! Masaniello, pity! Oh! who could have acquainted you with a secret which you ought stdl to be ignorant of?” "So you own it! You do not seek to de ceive mo any longez*. I have no time to lose, therefore, I again call on you, Isabella and Arcos. the daughter of the viceroy* of Na ples, of the tyrant of my country, to tell me what you want here, in the abode of the man of the people, by whom your father is ab horred?” t _,“Masaniello, speak not thus to me; you kill me with terror. Alas' I came to try once more to save you.” “Il is fal-e! What interest can you take in my* safety “Oh. beaten! how can he ask mo!” These mst woixi* were pronounced with so true an accent of despair and real grief that Masaniello felt lus heart tremble arid Lus anger y*ield. \ ■*Oh,” murmured he, “do not still ho-'e to deceive me. Your conduct is beyond excuse. It is impossible that you, the daughter of him who represents the king of Spain, could ever have loved the jxior fisherman of the Mergel lina!” “Masaniello!” “No, no!” continued the young man, “you merely came to trouble my happiness, or from idle curiosity; and may heaven grant that it was not for a worse purpose!” “What do you mean, Masaniello?” asked Isabella, trembling. “On! I know, senora, what your justifica tion will l>e. But if a sentiment of filial love excuses you in your own eyes, if, in order to save the viceroy from the dangers which sur round him, y*ou had recourse to stratagem, you might at least have spared my* heart, aud not lent your own to falsehood, in order to obtain my confidence.” Isabella listened to him with a starting eye and a face as pale as death. “This idea is not your own, Masaniello!” cried sho. “Confess it! It has been sug gested to you by some one else—by a person who cannot, judge our acquaintance prop erly, and who calumniates mo without knowing me.” “It is true,” said Masaniello. “Who is this person?” “He whom I just now sent to you, and who recognized your ] >erson.” Tho viceroy’s daughter placed her hand on her heart, and uttered a sigh, as if she' had just been relieved of an enormous weight. “Oh!” said she, “1 should have despised you, if I had found y*ou capable of entertain ing such an ignoble suspicion. I can under stand that the revelation of my rank and birth confused your head, and made my* con duct appear unaccountable. One word will suffice to enlighten y*ou on everything. As I could not descend to 3*oll, I had formed tho project of raising you high enough to present y*ou, some day, to my father and to say* to him: ‘This is the man I love!”’ “Isabella!—uo more!” exclaimed the fish erman, with the greatest anguish. “Nay*,” answered she, “let me justify my self, for you have accused me. Such was my dream, then. You possess all that is neces sary to rise rapidly to a brilliant position. Yesterday you talked to me of honor, and said you would not betray the cause of the people. Is it betraying the cause of the people to approach him whom you blame, and to gain, by reasoning, that which an ill advised revolt will forever place beyond your reach? The viceroy* would yield to persua sion; but he' will chastise violence. Oh! I implore you, do not let me have the sorrow to see y*ou treated like a criminal, you whose life might l>e so brilliant. y*ou for whom I had conceived such boundless hopes” “Mad and chimerical hopes!” interrupted Masaniello, led away, for an instant, by* tho mirage of ambition which Isabella had held before his eyes, but who quickly recovered all his fiery energy on thinking of the wrongs of the people, and of tho poniards blessed by Dora Francesco. “Then you and still bent on this revolt?” said Isabella. “Yes.” “And you renounce my love?” “Senora, Don Juan Fernandez cast anchor in the bay yesterday. He has come from Spain on purpose to marry the viceroy’s daughter. ” “But I hate him—and will never be his!*’ “What! senora,” said the fisherman, his face radiant with joy*, “will .3*oll refuse this alliance ?” “Yes,” murmured she, in the midst of her sobs, “I will refuse it; for it is you alone, Masaniello, that I love. Oh! yield to my en treaties. Yield! 1 implore you!” “It is impossible. Were Ito betray* the cause of tho people 1 should lie forever cursed both in heaven and on earth.” “But I have just told y*ou of a better way to serve the cause of the people.” “Illusion! Were I even to obtain the posi tion your dreams have placed me in, I should become corrupted, like the rest, and practice pei ady* as they* do. No! no! I will remain Masaniello, tho fisherman, and hasten to the combat.” “Gracious heaven! You are hurrying to your destruction.” “"W hat matters? When tyrants vanquish, the scaffold they* raise becomes a throne of martyrdom for the vanquished.” “Masaniello! Masaniello! has everything ceased, then, between us!” “Yes, senora. The daughter of the viceroy and the fisherman of the Mergellina must forget past days My heart will bleed in consequence. It is with sorrow and regret that i tear in twain this page of my* life. But the suffering people expect their deliverance from me. Adieu! lam henceforth unknown to you!” CHAPTER IX. TCE TOCSIN. Pietro accompanied Masaniello some dis tance along the road leading to the place where his men were waiting for him. “"W ell,” said the young fisherman, “since you wish to bo useful, take your affianced with you to the Abbey of Santa Chiarn, which I have supplied with fish for the last two years, and the abbess of which will not refuse to take my sister in. If we arc van quished, Jeanne, while there, will escape the brutality of our murderers, and my mind will be at rest about her.” “I will,” said the smuggler; “what next?” “As soon as Jeanne is in safety, go to the gate of the Mafrina, and keep an eye on Cor eelli and his band. I mistrnst this man. There is. or I great!}’ mistake, some fatal project hidden beneath his proffered ser vices.” “Good,” said Pietro, and the}* shook hands and separated. Two hours after, a curious scene occurred in the interior of the city, in the market place, and before the very office of the cus toms, which had been reduced to ruins. The collector and his officers, who had been driven away the day before, returned earl v in the morning to resume their function escorted by a company of lansquenets, who had been sent on purpose to protect and de fend them. The officers, visibly uneasy, set about pre paring to receive the market dues. In about an hour, a number of men, walk ing two and two, were observed coming along, with the greatest regularity. Each man who carried a basket qf. fruit had at his side a companion who carried nothing, but whose right hand, buried in his bosom, seemed to clasp an offensive arm. The head of the cortege stopped before the custom house. The collector called on the man who came first to pay his dues. He pretended to sub mit his basket of watermelons to the inspec tion of the officer, but the latter, on ap proaching, suddenly felt his throat touched by the sharp point of a dagger. The companion of the man carrying the basket had just drawn his hand from be neath his jacket, and cried out, in a voice of thunder: “Back with you! front today the people pay no more market dues,” The officer drew back, terrified. Then Came a basket of fi s, and the fiqs passed like the watermelons —by the aiu of the dagger. The whole cortege went by in the same maimer. At the first sign of violence the custom house officers had called on the company of lansquenets for aid and protection;'but the facetious Germans were so amused at the scene passing l>efore them, thee they ex tinguished tneir matches, shouldered their muskets and began clapping their hands, like the market women standing around, and laughed heartily at the disconcerted appear r.nre of the collector, at the f: ight of his sub alterns and at the 4 imperturbability with which the insurgents followed the example of their leader. For it was Masamello who opened the procession. Having stopt>ed the peasants along the road and at the gates of the city, he had no difficulty in inducing them to refuse to pay the market dues. Maddened by the conduct of the lansque nets, the collector rushed through the narrow streets that surrounded the place, and soon reappeared with a squadron of re iters, a grotesque kinclof horsemen, whose disordered costume and reckless appearance made them look like so many beggars on horseback, and who can only be compared to the Cossacks of the present day, Masaniello saw them issue forth from the streets leading to tire Vicaria. Lazaroui, mariners, porters and peasants all had their eyes bent on Masaniello, and were ready to obey his nod and rush to death on a single sign from him. Every fruit sellei liad orders to remain perfectly quiet, by the side of his baskets and his companion, whose dagger was again hidden beneath his rags. Masaniello kept his eye constantly fixed on a dark edifice, which might have been taken for a fortress if a tapering spire had not tow ‘ ered above its ramparts. This was the con vent of the reverend Franciscan fathers, fur nished with battlements and bastions, like that of the monks of St. Benedict. Twenty stalwart men had been -sent through the back streets, and before the inmates of the con vent could receive an alarm had forced an entrance, and taken possession of the belfry. Masaniello saw a red flag floating out of one of the tower windows. “My men are there,” said he. Three other bands, sqnt in different direc tions, had also made themselves masters of the bells of Santo Filippo di Neri, of Sant > Domenico,, and of the cathedral. At. the first signal the tocsin was to be sounded everywhere. The peasants, followed by their armed acolytes, now drew up in a line. If the lans quenets had favored the disorder the reiters, who had come at full speed from the palace of the Vicaria, did not seem at all inclined to follow their example; they drew up in battle array before the insurgents, and the collector, followed by his officers, again sum moned the peasants to pay. “In the name of the viceroy,” said he, *4 command you to pay the dues!’' His words were hooted. Masaniello a{>proached. “Go, and tell your master,” said he, “that the people refuse! Go, and tell him that they demand the charter of Charles the Fifth, and all their former rights! Say, also, that we are ready to die, and that if he does not comply with our demands fire and carnage will presently stalk through the streets of Naples!” The collector and his men drew back before the awful expression of Masaniello’s coun- tenance. They sought refuge in the ranks of the German cavalry, and the reiters spurred on their horses to the charge. “Our liberties!” roared the crowd, “or death to the viceroy!” In an instant every basket was overturned; . oranges, melons and figs strewed the ground. A thousand hands picked them up and show ered them on the horsemen’s heads. It was iu vain that the reiters spurred their horses—the latter, frightened by the yells of the people, reared and threw their riders, or turned round and disappeared, with the ra pidity of lightning, in the adjoining street. A minute afterward there was not a single enemy to be seen near the market place. Here Masaniello gave the signal, and the belfry of the convent of the Franciscans im mediately filled the air with a lugubrious sound. The bells of Santo Filippo di Neri tolled in their turn, then followed those of Santo Domenico, and at last the great bell of the cathedral was heard above ail the others. As the gate of the Marina was not far dis tant from the market place, Salvator Rosa was now seen to issue forth at the head of his division, and the brigands of Vesuvius, wear ing helmets and armed with carbines, fol lowed, and drew themselves up in line of battle along the market place. At this moment a formidable erv was raised by all these men—an immense clamor, which, for an instant, overcame the roar of the tocsin. Masaniello had just perceived the enemy; but, this time, it was-a formida ble enemy—Spanish infantry, Castilian ar quebusiers, and the cavalleria del re, com posed of old soldiers barded with iron, tried by twenty combats, and mounted on flerv anel impetuous chargers, which already seemed to scent carnage and death. This menacing cavalry came down at full speed on the insurgents. But Masaniello had calculated everything; the measures he had taken were such that this second charge could not succeed better than the fin t. Round the market place were about a hun dred stalls, built of wood. By the time the cavalry arrived every one of these were de molished, and their materials —beams, dooi benches, seats, etc.—rolled, at a signal fro: i Masaniello, beneath the horses.’ feet, which fell, neighing with pain. At the same time a fire was opened along the whole line. \\ hile Masaniello and his men were en gaged with the cavalry, Salvator Rosa, who had just stood a discharge from the Spani. .1 infantry, rushed up to them with his me 1, before they could reload their muskets, and obliged them to fall back in disorder on the castle. At another point, Corcqili and his brigan '.s were engaged with the Castiiian arqueb 1- siers. Bails whizzed about on every side, the place was already strewn with corpse and the grot:a i dyed with blood. The in creasing uo.se of the tocsin continued to summon forth from every part the ragg. and population of the faubourgs, armed with stakes, forks aud boat hooks. All this pant ing, furious and foaming crow’d joined Mu saniello after failing on the viceroy’s troo js from behind. At this moment the lansquenets, recognizir g among Corceili's band some of their form ;• companions in arms, went over to them, and soon put the Castilian arquebusiers to rout. Then was heard the voice of Masaniello. “Stay! stay!” cried he, “kill no more! Our enemies are put to flight, aud we ha . o vanquished!” “Long live Masaniello I” was heard on a 1 sides. “Aud now,” said Masaniello, mounted c n a platform which had been erected hastil \ “let us thank heaven for our victory, for k is to heaven that we owe it!” And the crowd knelt down in the bio. .1 that it had just spilled. “Brothers,” continued he, “it is now time for us to proclaim our rights!” “Huzza!” “Ne> more taxes!” —— “We lieif gat ■ you fx> procure the restora tion of our rig::ts.” “i accent t,: * office,” replied the young man, “alii. 1 6*. ear tu prove myself worthy of it.” “Lone live Masaniello!" “Long live the Head of the People!" Masaniello signed to Salvator Rosa to mount the platform. “Write,” said he. “what I dictate.” The artist knelt down on one knee and wrote three decrees. 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