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"" SEASIDE SONNET. ji rnfttn. Forbßth arrayed. Oh. not nfrald! \ bold advance. A look askance, A dip, A squeal, 4 A stocking heel. " —Life. Ijn COWSLIP TIME. In cowslip time 1 met the maid 1 whose voice was like a fairy chime. And followed her through dell and gade, in eowsiip time! I called her eyes a little clime of tropic sunbeams blent with shade Her lips twin rosebuds in their prime. <hc blushed —I kissed her—then she said : ••Your hair is touched with early rime. Yet of such frost I’m not afraid In cowslip time!” " —William 11. Hayno. Tit Fisherman tf Naples, BY ALEXANDRE DUMAS* * , 0.1 I*o4, b.vOjJ I/, illy SOTI,” the monk to Masaniello, whose cheeks were pale and whose eyes were red with weeping “No,” replied the 3'oung man; “tho load I now bear crushes me; yesterday I felt strong aud full of resolution, but t day I feel my weakness, and am almost sinking beneath de spair.” “Courage, Masaniello, courage I Woe bo tide him who hesitates, after having let loose the gushing waters of promise!” “Yes, woe betide me! for my ambition will lose me!” “Can you regret your victory?” asked Dom Francesco, scrutinizing Masanieilo’s coun tenance. “The future terrifies me.” “You are embarked in a good cause, and bavo accomplished a glorious revolution. Continuo the work you have so well begun, | and remain faithful to your principles; ae f complish, without hesitation, the mission you have received to free the people of Naples, and heaven will direct your acts, and will give you the force to triumph over every danger.” “Aid me, then, in my endeavors. Can yoift not advise me as to what plan 1 ought to pur sue?” “On leaving you yesterday, Masaniello, I drew up the form of a now constitution. Listen to it.” And the monk read ns follows: “In the name of the Holy Trinity, the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, and conformably to the principles of the Gospel, I,* Masaniello, fisherman of Najfles and head of tlio people, declare what follows: “The king of Spain and his descendants have forever forfeited the throno of Naples. “The form of government will henceforth be that of a republic founded on election.” Here Masaniello exhibited signs of impa tience. Dom Francesco, however, feigned not to perceive it, and continued: “Every three years a council of ten, charged with the drawing up of the laws, will bo chosen by the Neapolitan people, all of whom, whatever may bo their station or for tune, v* ill have a right to vote. Any Neapol itan is eligible to act in this council. “A chief magistrate, chosen in the same manner, will be charged to watch over the constitution, and to see thattho laws are exe cuted. Ho will be elected for two years and will take the title of Tribune. “Special laws will provide for the inde pendence and regularity of the elections. “Done, in the name of the Neapolitan peo ple, ut the palace of the Vicaria, in the year of our Lord 1047.” “Good, father. But tell me, do you think £mt the king of Spain will allow us to estab lish our republic without defending his rights?” “By the aid of tho people wo have van quished him, and by tho aid of tho people wo will vanquish him again.” Tho fisherman shook his head incredu lously. “Have you not proclaimed from the ter race,” exclaimed the monk, “that Philip tho Fourth has forfeited the crown? Y r ou assorted it yourself on the night I guided you to tho catacombs, and you cannot now abandon tho cause of the people without committing an act of cowardice and infamy.” “Time is a good counselor, Dom Francesco. The Duke of Arcos occupies the Castel-Nuovo, tho fortress of St. Elmo, and two or three other strongholds; in a few hours ho could reduce Naples to a heap of ruius, while we have no means of defense. ” 0 “Are not the aqueducts cut off? Will not the want of water force tho viceroy to sur render?” “But we are without money. I had the \ icaria searched yesterday from top to bot tom, }et nothing was found. I owe Corcclli £O,OOO ducats, but 1 do not possess a real. How, then, are we to raise troops, or to ob- tuili arms/ 5 ’ “Make an appeal to your brothers —tho Keapolitans will not refuse to buy their inde pendence with the sacrifice of a few ducats.” “So, then, tho revolution, which was brought about through the enormous amount of taxes beneath which the people groaned, would but double the sums of money hitherto exacted from them. No, no, father; this can not be.” “Everything appeal's impossible to those who have no longer any faith in their cause,” sorrowfully i-emarked tho monk. “Our fathers were formerly happy, when they possessed tho charter granted them by Charles the Fifth,” continued Masaniello. “They then loved Spain, and armed them selves in her defense; let us, therefore, insist on the restoration of tho rights which this act gave us, and of which we have been un justly deprived.” “In other terms, you are willing to treat with tho viceroy 1” “And to restore him that power, tho weight of which is crushing me,” added tho fisher man. Here tho monk Masaniello, took the young •inn’s hand affectionately in bis, and, looking him steadfastly in the face, taid: “Swear that tho recollection of Isabella bas had no influenco on your conduct. Masa liiello, I fear tho contrary. ” A deep blush spread itself over the young man’s face. He stammered out a few words, but Pietro, who entered at this moment, drew him from his embarrassment. The smuggler was covered with dust and mud; his hair was in disorder, and his face flushed with excitement. His appearance made the monk and Masa niello tremble. “What has happened?” cried the latter. “Brother, prepare your arms,” replied Pietro; “we have all received a terrible blow.” “Speak!” , “CorceUi bas fled, and has left us cause to remember him.” “How so?” “Ho bas pillaged tho convent of banta Chiara.” “But Jeanne —what has becom<* of her?” “He has carried her off.” “Malediction!—and” Masaniello dared not pronounce the name Isabella. “The daughter of the Duke of Arcos has teou carried off also.” “You did not keep watch over the bri gands, then?” ex\raimed Masaniello. “I never quitted them for an instant.” “And yet you did not let me know this!” cried the fisherman, tearing his hair. lie fell into a chair, and a long cry of grief and despair escaped his lips. “Run to the harbor,” said be to Pietro; “call to arms ail the fishermen and smugglers you can find. Adieu, father! This evening Jeanne and Isabella will be free, or Masu niello will have ceased to breathe.” “Are you going to quit Naples, then?”- asked Dora Francesco. “Do you know which road Corcelli has taken ?” askod the fisherman of Pietro. “The road to Capua.” “Yes, father, yes; I am going to quit Naples,” added Masaniello, turning toward tho Benedictine; “I am going to attack this vulture’s nest, in which Jeanne and Isabella ore held cuptive.” “But all will be lost if you abandon us. The Duke of Arcos may attack us, and who will there then be to lead tho people on?” “What do I now care about the revolu tion of Naples, or the efforts of the viceroy? Dom Francesco, your lieart is dead to every human passion; cold calculation only guides your steps. But by the holy Madonna l lam a man; I am young, and may I never see the light again if, ere the day has sped, Cor oelli's prisoners are not free.” “What streams of blood will have flowed, what number's of victims will have perished, oh, heaven!”, murmured the Benedictine, “by tho time Masaniello returns to this city, which Providence seems to have abandoned 1” “Sangue di Cristo!” exclaimed tho fisher man, half suffocated with rage, “you ta k like a madman, father. For Jeanne, whom this ruffian orcelli holds in his claws, is my sister.” “Is it solely on this account that you are about to take this journey into tho Apen nines?” asked Dom Francesco, coldly. “I go to rescue both her and Isabella,” re plied Masaniello; “that angel of beauty and love, who, but yesterday, whispered in my ear, at the convent of Santa Chiara, such sweat vows, and such ineffable promises. Oh! father, one must be mad and cowardly indeed not to try to redeem, at the cost of all his blood, the honor and liberty of these poor women who now hope but in me.” “Then you have seen the daughter of the Duke of Arcos again, Masaniello?” “Sho had taken refuge with Jeanne in the convent of Santa Chiari, and I went there to see my sister. ” “You ought to have told me this, my son, when I read you tho draft of the constitu tion; we should have avoided a good deal of discussion,” added Dom Francesco. At this moment an arrow, shot from the place before the Vicaria, struck against tho wall facing the window and fell at Masani eilo’s foot. A letter was attached to it Masaniello snatched it up and read the fol lowing words, in a panting voice: “Masaniello, when you read those lines Isa bella and your sister will be my prisoners. If, three days hence, you have not placed beneath tho large oak which stands in the midst of the plain of Portici, facing the tav ern of Buona Fede, 10,000 ducats for Jeanne’s ransom, and 50,000 ducats for that of tho noblo Isabella d’Arcos, two women will never again go in your bark to eat oranges at Pro cida. Recollect that it is dangerous to de ceive Corcelli.” “You see, father, how necessary it is to treat with the viceroy, and to obtain the money required for the ransom of his daugh ter and Jeanne. For if, after all, our expe dition should not succeed! if in three days— but it is too horrible to think of, Dom Fran cesco 1 Therefore, take pity on us, father; wo were once dear to you. Go to the Castel- Nuovo, and come to some understanding with the Spaniards, while I lead tho expedition against theso brigands. The viceroy will grant you, who are an ecclesiastic, and whose virtues are knowm to the 1 whole town, what ho would refuse a poor fisherman like Masa niello.” “My son,” replied tho monk, “I wish to warn you against an unfortunate love; I have tried all I could to stop you on that perilous way, at the end of which you will find nothing but death, and perhaps dis honor. But, alas! 1 have not succeeded. Yet, I will not abandon you in misfortune. I will go to tho Duke of Arcos; ho will per haps consent to meet you on some neutral ground, chosen by common consent. But let the peoplo remain under arms if you wish to conquer the viceroy’ pride. Dictate to him yourself the wishes of the Neapolitans, and let him know that you have at your orders 20,000 muskets, ready, at a moment’s notice, to maintain your demands.” “Thanks, father, thanks! let my interview with the duke take place about 5 o’clock, in somo church or other, in that of Santo Do menico, for instance, which is half way be tween the Castel-Nuovo and the Vicaria; let also my edicts and the charter of Charles V be published toward tho evening, so that I may afterward be ablo to go and inflict on this Corcelli just punishment for his perfidy.” Dom Francesco withdrew. “Listen, brother,” said Pietro to Masa niello, after the departure of the monk, “you must not quit Naples. Besides, by openly attacking Corcelli in his den, you would ex pose Jeanne and Isabella to the greatest vio lence. I have a means of getting at Cor celli.” * “What is itP Pietro related to the fisherman the events of the preceding night, and told him how one of the banditti, Conrad, had remained in tho tavern of II Cappucino. Then he ex plained the manner in which he hoped to bring tho prisoners back to Naples; and to do which ho would not hesitate, if necessary, to cut tho throats of those who had carried the two 3'oung girls off. Masaniello approved of his project. Ft was therefore agreed that the fisherman should only employ himself in procuring tho young girls’ ransom, while Pietro was intro duced by Conrad into tho fortress occupied by Corcelli and his band. CHAPTER XVI. THE CASTELrNUOVO. Dom Francesco advanced; with a solemn step and a pensive brow, toward tho Castel- Nuovo, whither his important mission sum moned him. Ho was terrified by the aspect of Naples: the city was still more agitated and tumultu ous than it had been the preceding even ing. Women and armed men filled the streets, calling for Masaniello to come and lead them to attack the Castel-Nuovo. It was with tho greatest difiiculty that the Benedictine at last contrived to reach tho gates of the castle. As soon as he was perceived, with a white •flag in his hand, from tho turrets, the gover nor of the fortress went down himself to meet him. The Benedictine explained in a few words the reason for his coming, and asked to see the archbishop of Naples, who had accompa nied the Duko of Arcos in his escape from the Vicaria. The governor led Dom Fran cesco along the subterraneous passage into tho presence of his eminency the Cardinal Filo marini. Tho cardinal was engaged in prayer when the Benedictine entered the chamber. Seated in an armchair, with his head list lessly resting on his right hand, ho was fol lowing mechanically the monotonous psalm ody of bis prostrate chaplains. The two priests were reading him his bre viary, and praying in his stead. For Monsignore Filomarini was a great church dignitary, aud rich and noble enough to implore, by proxy, forgiveness of bis sins and the grace of God. By an almost imperceptible* gesture the prelate signed to him to be seated, and tho monk obeyed. The service was just over. We mast not forget to remark that Monsig nore Filomarini had notquitted, for a single instant, his listloss position, that his chaplains had risen and knelt for him, and that he had bowed and crossed himself throughout by proxy. The cardinal’s d-votion cost him exactly a hundred and sixty ducats a year. * - The Ca,<tel~Suovo. This was not much; but then the cardinal had other ways of indulging in extrav agance. Dom Francesco approached him, as soon as he hafi sent his chaplains away, and waited for his eminence to speak to him. “What are the Neapolitans doing?” asked the cardinal. “They are drinking, singing and playing at musket exercise, monsignore,” replied the Benedictine. # “And where is Masaniello?” “At the Vicaria.” Monsignore Filomarini smiled. “This young man has, doubtless, a court.” said he; “lazaron , fishermen, thieves and smugglers are, I suppose, his chamberlains, his stewards, his captains of the guard and his gentlemen of the ted chamber. You know him, Francesco?” “Intimately, monsignore.” “What sort of a man is he?” “Very handsome, brave and generous, with all due deference to your e nine nee.” “You give him a splendid character! Oh, I forgot,” added the archbishop, with a smile and his usual drawl, “vou are his embassa dor.” “I come in the name of the people of Naples to bring words of peace and reconciliation to the Duke of Arcos.” „-?“The Duke of Arcos will listen to nothing, neither ought he.” “Then he wishes for a war of extermina tion! Monsignore, he shall have it.”' “The Neapolitans are rebels; their persons and goods are confiscated, by law, to his Catholic majesty. But what are the propo sals you bring from this Masaniello?” “I have no power to negotiate; I merely come to sue for an interview between the head of the people and the Duko of Arcos.” “Then your friend means to treat with the duko on a footing of equality ?” And the cold, ironical smile of the cardinal again played upon his lips. “If it is true, monsignoro, that the people have not been mado for kings, but kings for the people, I do not see why Masaniello should, not place himself, with respect to the Duke of Arcos, on a footing of the most perfect equality.” “I will go and Inform tho viceroy of j r our presence,” said the cardinal. And he drew tho arras aside and disap peared. The garrison of tho castle was in a de plorable state. Tho Duke of Arcos not only saw that his provisions would soon be ex hausted, but the water had been cut off since the evening before, and the men were now receiving but small rations of the stagnant water of the moats. Tho chambers of the castlo scarcely suf ficed to lodge the staff of tho duke’s little army. The soldiers, huddled together in tho courts, and exposed during the night to damp, aud in the day to tho heat of the sun, fell ill, while those who withstood the weather became discouraged. Thegreater part, too, were suffering from nostalgia. It is necessar3' to have seen a revolution in order to understand how despondency could have so soon gained on the Spaniards shut up in Castel-Nuovo. A riot of a few hours often dispirits men whom twenty regular de feats would have no effect on. The Duke of Arcos, who, for the first time in his life, saw himself obliged to lower his Castilian pride, dared not own, even to himself, that he wished to capitulate. The archbishop found him on the platform of tho castle, whenco ho was observing tho Neapolitans, who were hoisting cannon to the top of the neighboring churches. Tho viceroy was also exchanging signals with tho fortress of St. Elmo. As soon as he had learned the motive which brought the prelate to him he sent for Fer nandez. In order to understand the follow ing dialogue it must be remembered that it takes place between a cardinal, thoroughly initiated in tho intrigues of the court of Romo, and two noblemen whom the cabinet of Madrid had often employed on tho most delicato business. “Fernandez,” said tho duko, “what you predicted has happened. These louts know not what to do with the power they have conquered, and now wish to surrender.” “It could not happen otherwise, mi senor,” replied Don Juan. “Your highness’ pres ence is necessary for the happiness of tho Neapolitans.” “This 3*oung fisherman, this Masaniello, 3'ou know, craves an interview; is it proper that I should grant it?” “I seo 110 reason why you should not.” And the eyes of Fernandez turned toward the gibbet, which gloomed on the summit of the donjon. “His eminency the cardinal archbishop will, therefore, have the kindness,” continued the duke, “to inform the leader of the rebels that I will grant him a private audience at 12 precisely.” "I think,” said tho prelate, “that 3*our highness would do well to see the envoj r of the insurgents.” “Is it 3'our opinion, cousin, that I can officially receive such a man, without having him hanged immediately? Would it not bo better to send at once for Masaniello?” “I will beg 3’our highness to remark, that this envoy is a Benedictine monk, anil that his age and calling ought to shelter him from all violence.” “Let him come, then,” said the Duko of Arcos, “Fernandez, l>e good enough to In troduce him.” Don Juan Fernandez left the terrace and soon returned, followed bj’ the monk. The Duke of Arcos sat down on the car riage of a cannon. The archbishop was on his right, while he had his intended son-in law on his left, Francesco stood before them, with his head uncovered and his eyes tent on the ground. “You come from Maeaniellor asked the viceroy. “Yes, monsignore,” answered Francesco. “Have you power to act in his name?” “I have not; the Head of the People will himself treat with your highness, monsig nore. if yon consent to meet him on neutral ground—at the church of Santa Dominico, for instance, or at any other spot half way between the Castel-Nuovo and the Vicaria.” “Would he not come here f" “No.” “Fernandez,” said the duke, turning to Don Juan, “have you given orders for imme diately opening the fire on the citt'f’ “Yes, mi sesior; the garrisou is animated with the best spirit; your soldiers will do their duty.” “You so?,” remarked the duke, “all that remains for the rebels is to submit properly.” “Take care, monsignore,” replied Dorn Francesco. “1 have just traversed the streets of Naples. If the combat begins, not one singlo Spaniard will escape” The viceroy burst into a laugh. “I am anxious to learn what are the con ditions this Masaniello intends to propose to our most gracious and noble master, his Catholic majesty, Philip the Fourth. By the blood of the Arcos! this young scoundrel seems to forget that there is a gibbet in the market place, and that many, more worthy than he, have perished with a hempen cravat round their necks.” “Masaniello wishes to avoid the spilling of blood, to calm our civil discords, aud to re place Naples under the rule of the king. If ho had listened to the advice of those clear sighted persons who” “To GUl's, perhaps, Dom Francesco?” in terrupted the archbishop. “Exactly, monsignore, to mine.” “Well, what would he have done, then?” asked the viceroy. “He would have forever scared from Naples those interminable flights of birds of prey ■winch shoot incessantly across tho sea to set tle in our lovel3' plains. But he would not. Heaven grant that he may never have to re pent his moderation I” “So then, this line fisherman of tho Mer gollina is willing to let us still reign a little longer in Naples. Good father, we are grate ful for this condescension. But what does he require to allow us to return to the Vi caria?” “He himself will lot 3’our highness know.” “But yet I cannot quit the Castel-Nuovo without knowing what is the nature of the negotiation. ” “The Rev. Pom Francesco,” said the arch bishop, “thinks that Masaniello, tne head of the people, as he calls him, will merel3 r ask for a fresh sanction of the charter of Charles V, and your signature to certain edicts of his own. Is it not so, father?” “Exactly, monsignore.” “Then what is tho good of aIJ this martial noise and preparatiou for war?” asked the duke. “Had 1 not already granted Masani ello evei'3'thing he requires?” “I was told that 3’our highness had disap peared when about to s.gn the decrees which the insurgents had brought with them.” “True; for how could I grant ttii3’thing validl3 r while a hundred poniards threatened m> T breast and doublo the number of muskets were leveled at my person?” “In the Church of Santa Domenico you will be free from danger.” “Let hostages be sent, then, and I will go there.” “The interview,” said Dom Francesco, “shall take place in presence of monsignere the archbishop. Masaniello pledges his word that 3’ou and your servants shall be sheltered from all insult. 1 myself will answer for Masaniello. Accept my proposal, monsignor©, and at 12 the barricades shall open to let 3 T ou pass, and the street of Toledo shall bo cleared; 3'ou can then be accompanied by as mau>' troops as 3’ou like; Masaniello and his friends will arrive by the street of the Vicaria.” At last the Duke of Arcos 3'ielded to tho Benedictine’s wish. Dom Francesco then settled the way In which the interview was to take place, and the viceroy took leave of him, saying: “Nou r go to Masaniello, and make him understand that, whatever may be the issue of this meeting, order will bo re-established to-night throughout Naples. Father,” added he, “I have dela3*ed speaking to you till now of a personal misfortune, which has visited me in my holiest affections. My daughter Isabella has been carried off; she is at present in the midst of the insurgents. I hold Masa niello answerable to me for her with his head; and, above all, let him not forget the respect due to her.” The Benedictine had received no orders to inform the duke of the abduction of his daughter. lie was therefore silent, and slowty left tho platform of the castle. Don Juan Fernandez accompanied the archbishop to the chamber he had quitted, and then returned to the viceroy. “Fernandes,” said tho latter, “what do you think of the visit we are going to pay to Santo Domenico, in obedience to the good pleasure of 11 Senor Masaniello?” “1 think, mi senor, that very strange things often happen.” “What do you mean?” “I mean that it is a curious sight to see the heir of Areos parleying with a triple clown like Masaniello.” “Patience! Fernandez, patience!” “Have you determined to regrant these Neapolitans—whom Heaven confound—tho charter of Charles the Fifth ?” “Must we not give way, when tho popular torrent threatens to swallow us up?” “Yes; but the breaches it makes, as it rushes along, are often so wide, mi senor, that it is impossible to repair them. Let us argue this a little. ” “With all my heart.” “When you have abolished the taxes on wine, fruit and fish, mi senor, with what will you pay your annual subsidy to the treasury of Madrid?” “We must economize, Fernandez.” “On what?” “By our Lady del Pilar, I know not!” “Will you reduce the number of your chamberlains?” “That is impossible.” “Of your major domi P “That is still more impossible.” “Of your equerries?” “You well know that the etiquette of* viceroy’s court is regulated by ordinances which must be obeyed.” “Then you must dismiss some of your Spanish companies.” __ “What? And remain at the mercy of these Neapolitan scoundrels? You are joking, Fernandez. ” “Oh! I understand—voii mean to leave off hawking, and to do away with your hounds.” no - dear Fernandez, but I shall econ omize in some other manner.” “Do you intend to put down some of your equipages?” “If I do how will my embassadors arrive, when they come to present their credentials to me'" “But you will, at least, lessen the expense of your stud I can easily understand that you will soon cure yourself of that mania of yours for horses, which causes 60,000 ducate to pass annually from your pocket into that of the Arab horse dealer* ” “Silence, Fernandez, you irritate me, and I want all ray patience for the approaching . interview.” “Will you have patience enough, mi senor, to listen to the complaints of your munici palities ami cor{)orution<a,when the fat citizens who form them come to clamor *tK>ut the maintenance of thou* privileges! Will you have patience to worm out of them, ducat by ducat,the sums uecessary to supply the expen ses of your household! If Marguerite, the re gent of the Low Countries,were stiil alive, she could tell you what she had to put up with from the snarling disposition and sordid ava rice of the magistrates of Brussels and Ant werp; she could al o tell you whether she ever bad an instant’s repose, when the worthy states general of Flanders, of Brabant, or of any other province were assembled. The Emperor Charles the Fifth, mi senor, had, you see, been brought up among all these Flemish creatures; he had a mania for char ters; and the consequence was, that, at his death, the immense empire he had founded fell to pieces. It would be letter for you to abdicate at once than to grant these Neapoli tan scoundrels the charter they persist in en deavoring to regain.” “Isabella, my dear daughter, Isabella, has fallen into their hands, Fernaudez.” mur mured the Duke of Arcos, and a tear started from his eye. “Alas! mi senor,” replied Don Juan, “I made snperhuman efforts to save her: and one would think that your Spaniards are iu league with the people, for they all took to flight at the first cry of the multitude, and 1 was separated from Isabella by the in furiated crowd.” There was a moment’s silence between the viceroy and his counselor. “And then,” continued the former, “what will his majesty Philip the Fourth say when I return to Spain after having lost one of the brightest jewels of his crown? The Duke of Arcos will lx? banished from court, ban ished and dishonored! Oh, G-odl oh, God! how will it all end?” “Well, if you choose to listen to me” “What would you have mo do, then?” “Why. cut out from the text of Charles the Fifth all that refers to the privileges of tho corporations and municipalities and to the rights and immunities of the nobles, the clergy and the citizens. I would then put my seal to tho act thus modified, and would order tho chancellor to restore the article suppressed when ho read the charter to the lazaroni and mendicants of Naples; 1 should thus gain time, mi senor; and to gain time is something when we are pressed by revolu tions.” “And in the meanwhile his Catholic maj esty could send a fleet to Naples with re-en forcements,” added the viceroy. “To speak frankly, I think that the vessels of the king of Spain would arrive too late,” said Fernandez. “You think, then, that the insurgents would discover our stratagem, and immedi ately take dire revenge?” “They would, on tho contrary, be crawling in the filth out of which they never ought to have come, long before the arrival of the fleet.” “You mistake. As long as Masaniello lives, Naples will never be tranquil.” “Mi senor,” said Don Juan, “will your highness allow me to invite two of my friends, t-he prince of Caraffa and the duke of Mon teleone, to accompany us to the interview?” “Most certainly; I even beg you to do so.” “Good,” said Fernandez. “Now, Duke of Arcos, remember my words: before night descends from tho heights of Pausilippo, you will have returned to the Vicaria, and the whole kingdom of Naples will again be under the rule of King Philip tho Fourth." CHAPTER XVII The charter. The Duke of Arcos advanced tofmrd the cliurch of Santo Domenico, through the street of Toledo, and Masaniello through that of the Vienna. But the viceroy’s procession offered a very different aspect to that of the noisy escort of the fisherman. Masaniello wore the costume of his calling —a slouched felt hat, a woolen mantle, with hose of the same stuff, a bright colored sash, and long boots, the thick leather of which reached above his knee. He walked in the midst of a group of fishermen of the Mergel lina. A squadron of cavalry, sword in hand, pre ceded the viceroy. Don Juan Fernandez and some Neapolitan nobles walked close by his side, less as a mark of honor than as a rampart to shield his per son. Then came a large body of Infantry, intha midst of whom were seen two pieces of artil lery, loaded with grapo shot. The procession was closed by a company of municipal guards. Masaniello was the first to arrive. Everything had been so arranged inside the church that Masaniello should seem to be on a footing of the most perfect equality with the viceroy. The choir of the church was the place se lected for the.holding of the conference, and it had been agreed that the viceroy and his adversary should enter it from opposite sides at the same time, and should each walk an equal distance. A magnificent throne had been raised for Monsignore Filomarini, who caine in full canonicals, accompanied by that crowd of acolytes whom the princes of the church used to drag after them wherever they went. On entering tho church, Masaniello felt his heart beat violently. “Father,” murmured ho to Dorn Francesco, “my courage fails me.” “Let us pray, my son,” replied the monk; and they withdrew to a chapel and knelt down together. Presently the roll of tho drum was heard, and tho Duke of Arcos entered the church shortly afterward. Ho was dressed in the state costume of a knight of the Toison d'Or, wore on his breast the order of St. Michael and that of Saint Esprit, and round his knees was the order of the Garter sparkling with diamonds. He was leaning on the left arm of Don J uan Fernandez, and the Prince of Caraffa and the Duke of Monteleone followed them. His highness retired along a double row of halberdiers to the chapel reserved for him. After praying for a short time, he sent his chancellor to inform the cardinal of his ar rival. Two chaplains of the prelate immediately went to invitJ the duke and Masaniello to proceed to the choir. The two latter left their chapels at the same time, and advanced, step for step, to the front of the high altar, where they saluted each other. Tho Duke of Arcos stretched out his hand to Masaniello. Fernandez and Dom Francesco stood at a little distance behind on their respective sides. “Mrsaniello,” said the viceroy to the fisher man, “you this day prove that if you are an intrepid defender of the rights of the people, you are also a loyal subject of our well be sovereign Philip tho Fourth, king of Bpain.” “And you, Duke of Arcos,” proudly an swered Masaniello, “are you really animated by the desire of defending the authority of tho king, and of respecting, at the same time, the liberties of the people?” “1 am," replied the duke. Wh* eupon the cardinal spoke, in his ef feminate voice, as follows: “Duke of Arcos, tyid you, Masaniello, lis ten to what 1 have to say. Serious disagree ments have arisen between the representa tive of the king, our master, and the popu lation of Naples. You, Duke of Arcos, wished to exercise the royal prerogative to its full extent; you, Masaniello, attempted to diminish the sufferings of y6ur brothers, and to secure them, as appeared just, the fruits of their rude lator. But too much blood has flowed already. The Church of Naples is in tears —she is weeping over the loss of so many of her children. 1, therefore, beseech you, in the name of that authority with which 1 am invested, to adjust your differences here; I beseech you to leave your hatred on the altar of him who gave his blood to redeem from crime and to heal the sufferings of mankind.” [to be continue©.] YOL Ii EARS Ought to have attention perhaps. If so, B. B. 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