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Bomb' had admired that very day on <strong>the</strong> noble<br />
Ucr <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> faithful, and which<br />
luul made such a pr<strong>of</strong>ound and last ii on his miml.<br />
i uiiK man was rot slow to perceive that he himself was<br />
cm board thin majes'ic vessel, sheltered from all danger, in company<br />
with some friends and bin beloved mo<strong>the</strong>r. But, oh ter-<br />
r<strong>or</strong> ! in a glance <strong>of</strong> h<strong>or</strong>r<strong>or</strong> and pity on that tumultuous<br />
;<br />
efaaos, on those foaming \\aves, ho sees, faint, inanimate nd<br />
halt' swallowed down, ft Cswta-way whom <strong>the</strong> angry<br />
'i<br />
waves at<br />
ouetii on <strong>the</strong>ir crests at ano<strong>the</strong>r clasp in <strong>the</strong>ir siuuous<br />
coils iiiul suck down into <strong>the</strong>ir whirlpools, while around<br />
him <strong>the</strong> monsters <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> abyss grind <strong>the</strong>ir .sharp teeth, <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
gnashing jaws, and icake citemeut, giving himself a thump<br />
ready to devour liim.<br />
iu <strong>the</strong> head,<br />
'<br />
O p wers, O decrees <strong>of</strong> heaven ! That miserable wretch is his<br />
fa<strong>the</strong>r !<br />
<strong>The</strong> courageous Vict<strong>or</strong> has uttered a cry <strong>of</strong> anguish, and<br />
already he has launched plunged in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> waves,<br />
iriig les with all <strong>the</strong> strength <strong>of</strong> despair agains', <strong>the</strong><br />
waves, <strong>the</strong> winds, and <strong>the</strong> sea monsters. <strong>The</strong> screaming birds<br />
<strong>of</strong> prey wheel bef<strong>or</strong>e his eyes and over his head, <strong>the</strong> monsters<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> deep set upon him furiously, rending and bearing away<br />
strips <strong>of</strong> flesh from his body; still he struggles on. A few m<strong>or</strong>e<br />
struggles, ano<strong>the</strong>r eff<strong>or</strong>t, and he will have saved his fa<strong>the</strong>r. . .<br />
Alas ! a gigantic wave, breaking over him, flings him back.<br />
His strength fails him; an icy shudder shakes his exhausted<br />
limbs; already <strong>the</strong> cold hand <strong>of</strong> death seems to clasp him and<br />
drag him down into <strong>the</strong> . . abyss. He has resolved, how-<br />
f<strong>or</strong>ward ! f<strong>or</strong>ward ! At<br />
ever, to conquer <strong>or</strong> to die. Courage,<br />
last at last he has rejoined, he has seiznd his fa<strong>the</strong>r! But<br />
<strong>the</strong> unf<strong>or</strong>tunate old man struggles against him, wri<strong>the</strong>s convulsively,<br />
and seems to want to draw him with him into tho<br />
depths <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gulf. Vict<strong>or</strong>, po<strong>or</strong> Vict<strong>or</strong>, shall yon <strong>the</strong>n Le<br />
vanquished in that supreme combat <strong>of</strong> devotion and love? No,<br />
<strong>the</strong> heroic child has cast a prayerful glance towards <strong>the</strong> noble<br />
vessel; he sees his weeping mo<strong>the</strong>r pointing to heaven with a<br />
radiant countenance, and <strong>the</strong> divine pilot turns towards him<br />
and smiles. <strong>The</strong>n he utters a cry, murmurs a prayer, and impl<strong>or</strong>ing<br />
heaven's succ<strong>or</strong>, makes a last eff<strong>or</strong>t. . . At last ho<br />
has succeeded in rinsing <strong>the</strong> old man in his arms and drawing<br />
him out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> reach <strong>of</strong> tho hungry monsters seeking to tear<br />
<strong>the</strong> vessel he has<br />
him to pi9ces. . . He has regained<br />
placed <strong>the</strong> po<strong>or</strong> castaway in <strong>the</strong> arms <strong>of</strong> his joyful, weeping<br />
moth'-r and falls fainting, exhausted, dying at <strong>the</strong> feet <strong>of</strong> tke<br />
divine pilot, who, at that moment, gives him his last blessing.<br />
<strong>The</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> death is on him, but his fa<strong>the</strong>r is saved !<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n, as dusky vap<strong>or</strong>s mingle with tho splend<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> a<br />
golden .sky, <strong>the</strong> mournful images <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> dream vanished in <strong>the</strong><br />
midst <strong>of</strong> a calm p. But was it indeed Vict<strong>or</strong>, but a<br />
vain dream, a fleeting vision, that at that hour eould thus disturb<br />
yon?<br />
CHAPTER VII.<br />
THE CAItBONABO.<br />
One fine Rummer evening, several young girls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Traste-<br />
vere had come to draw water from <strong>the</strong> fountain Paulina, called by<br />
<strong>the</strong> Romans Fontana di Sun Pietro iu Mont<strong>or</strong>io. Laughing, gossiping<br />
an; i r-p<strong>or</strong>tiug toge<strong>the</strong>r,<strong>the</strong>y did not seem in <strong>the</strong> least Lurry<br />
to finish <strong>the</strong>ir task and go home. One <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m was remarkable<br />
f<strong>or</strong> her regular and energetic features and lurge dark brown<br />
'iied to indicate rare and firm courage; she<br />
looked as it' she had not counted m<strong>or</strong>e than fifteen summers,<br />
and her companions called her Nunziata.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> eldest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> young girls were chiefly occupied in<br />
telling <strong>the</strong> news <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> day, and babbled joyously, like so many<br />
swallows."<br />
" Do you know what has happened to that brave Pietro<br />
Marini?" said Giannina, <strong>the</strong> gravest.<br />
" No, indei d. Tell us, Nil:<br />
" You know him we 1- that w<strong>or</strong>thy, h.<br />
. plied. "Well, suddenly,<br />
to lose his I<br />
n few tie had tho misfoviur,"<br />
it was im,> [ him t.> uo hi:<br />
1<br />
'<br />
ness without <strong>the</strong> help <strong>of</strong> that, po<strong>or</strong> bea.-t.<br />
"Oh !<br />
yes, yes, Pietro Mariui, I r him well," here<br />
cried Carlotta, one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> youngest little girls <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> gmnp.<br />
'He's a po<strong>or</strong> man wlu soils sand, and brings it in on old<br />
cart,"<br />
"That's him, just," said Nina; "but bef<strong>or</strong>e calling him<br />
'po<strong>or</strong>,' wait f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> tw ry. I'i.-tro, as J've t Id you,<br />
was, us well i.s his wife, plunged in pr<strong>of</strong>ound grief on<br />
thai loss, when all at once, starting up joyfully, and, in i<br />
lie svi.l 1<br />
Maddalena, I was a fool to annoy myself so.' A:i i<br />
garded him with satisfaction :<br />
'<br />
'<br />
Don't you know, and didn't I<br />
but a fool,' he pursued.<br />
Yr.s, it's just :