PART THE THIRD.

Wellington Independent, Volume I, Issue 19, 4 June 1845, Page 4

PART THE THIRD.

The sun had just commenced to gild'the sum mitof the western hills, the air was soft and balmy, all nature seemed to rejoice in the bright ness of the morn, as I beheld the domes of mv native city. A feeling of pride glowed within me when I reflected on my changed condition I should not now re-enter Milano as the run- away page or swaggering bravo, but as one who held a decent position in society. As the reader is not aware of the cause which led to this alteration, it would be judicious to inform him as briefly as possible, what happened after my'father's death. Persevering in my proposed plan I enlisted as a soldier, and by my steady condut and assiduous attention to my duties, I rose to the rank of a sergeant. Seven years had elapsed since my reformation, when one morning I was ordered to appear before my commanding officer, who informed me that he had despatches of importance to be conveyed to Milano, and knowing me to be a steady, sensible man, it was his desire that I should set out with them immediately. Having received the necessary instructions, I left him, well satisfied with my commission. On entering the city, I did not fail to observe a greater bustle than usual. The crowd seemed to flow to one point, one object seemed to engross their entire attention. Much against my will, I was drawn on with the mase At every step their numbers encreased, and their anxiety became more visibly depicted. With some difficulty I was enabled to catch a glimpse of a lofty scaffold hung with black. On hearing that it was a person of rank about to suffer, 1 became more interested in the affair working myself forward to within a few yards of the executioners. How well did the countenances of these men assort with the deed they were about to perform; both were savage, fiercelooking fellows, with huge moustachios and unshorn beards, and appeared to take a delight in making themselves look as ugly as possible. In a few minutes the hum ceased—all was still, whilst a band of priests, followed by the condemned owe, stepped forth. A yell of execration burst from the assembled throng when they beheld him. He was dressed in a plain suit of Genoese velvet, without ornament or lace of any kind. He raised his head and cast a hurried glance on the heads of the vast concourse of spectators that were assembled to witness his death. What was my astonishment when I recognised in him the CountGustiano diGonora! Where now was that smile of triumphant malice which was wont to play around his lip? where that look of defiance and pride? where that haughty tread 1 All these had vanished! In the noontide of vigor and prosperity, he had laughed at death, but when he saw the grim tyrant ready to seize him, he quailed beneath his terrible aspect, and found it right hard to die. 'Friend Giacomo, , opined I, 'thou art right; the hour has come thy uncle deeply rues his past life.' The Count took off his vest, gave a short injunction to the executioner, and then prepared to die. The shouts of the populace filled up the brief interval which elapsed before he placed his head on the block. Now it happened that the executioner who officiated was a bungling fellow, and after several attempts, threw down the axe with a boorish grin, declaring himself incompetent to perform the task; whereupon his comrade cast upon him a look of derision, and with one blow completed the duty his less experienced associate had left unfinished- „ ' Thus perish the guilty !' murmured I, as 1 left the spot. I afterwards ascertained that the Count had been executed for poisoning his wife, the daughter of a powerful noble. What led him to commit this fearful crime, has never been correctly learned, but when a man once loses re« spect for right and wrong, there is no knowing where he will stop. Giacomo now holds his uncle's estates, arid is universally looked up to, and respected throughout the city. Year by year I increased the -weight of my position in society, and not once have I had cause to lament that I chose the path of honour and integrity, instead of the rugged way of sin and knavery. And now, MY TALE is told. THE END.

Feeding of Cows.—A cow fancier, writing in the Agricultural Gazette, says he invariable found that the use of mangel wurzel increases the measure of milk; but diminishes, to a great extent, the thickness of cream and weight of butter : whereas the use of carrots or paranips keeps up the quantity of milk, and considerably increases the weight of butter.

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