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Chapter NumberXIII
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Full Date1845-12-30
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Newspaper TitleThe Australian (Sydney, NSW : 1824 - 1848)
Trove TitleThe Lesson of Life: A Household Romance
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' ''A' 1IOUSR11OID1 iibMANOE.''' ' ' '- [Continued Jfrorh page 8(K] ?; ?'?'?'' -CHAPTER1 XIII: '---A''-

, The next day was a holiday for thousands in Paris; a culprit was /to'' bo' 'broken on tlio 'wheel ; and/'om :th'o morning thnt brought anguish and deatli to bne'miscrablo' wrntch' thousands of his fellow-men rose and nrcDared

themselves ns for a .festival. Hundreds talked, and laughed as they talked, of the coming ceremony, and hurried to the spot. Of tho thousands. who crowded toL the place of execution, how many, by their words or looks, revealed a senso of tho horror they flocked to witness?' How many left for a time, the occupation 'of tho day, to see and be instructed by the executioner '?' To'. take, away with them a terrible example — to hnvo their hearts and minds impressed anew with hatred of evil, and love of good — to bo warned from wickodnessby the shrieks and blood of the wicked ? Many lnughed and jested on their road to the spot — some, whilst the culprit screamed and writhed, would feel a touch of pity for his suffering!), his guilt forgotten in his agonies; and tho malefactor dead, tho beholders would return to their. homes, many shocked by tho oprrution of the law— and more, hardoned ugainst it. The execution of Rupert was' tho fete-day of death to thousands in I'uris, who 'rose with no other thought, no other aim for tho morning, than that of making holiday. . . ??'?' Jr* ;'.''r ' Ha! ha ! neighbour Piiilippot,' cried a small' shop keeper, as with running feet, ho came; up with an old man of his own cluss, ' I thought you wouldn't miss tho' show'' .'??'*?-'?' ?'???;?? ? '??' :'???? ??',?:?- ?;-'?''? t'-'K—j-i--''~: ' I never miasod one yet, Master Puiil— never,?ids' I*m; an honest man,' answered the complacent Philippot.' ' via Andis it'liko to be worth seeing ?' asked Pttul.'''!'Is' ho a stout fellow, or a. poor thing, like th,o last ?' ?,''^';'VVV ? ' I|!hear,'Ja''bia'vi-i' bdld:fascal,' said1 tho'sig-ht-scer ; '5 but the wheel will shew. I have known many a' knave1 mount tho scaffold, snapping his fingers, nmi with1 a grin upon his cheek — who, at the first crack of the' wheel /''? } ? ' Ha' ! that'must try a man indeed, ' my master,1' ' said Paul'seriously.' ' . : '.'?-?. .iv.-; :....????-. ? ,-.i .i.^-t'-.-^ -»,.'?';?- !U« I believe ye';'1, and 'it does mo good-^-'stirs mb a bltii' to see how some suffer it; not a squeak — -not u groan— not a sigh — «ill escapo 'cm! Fellows with nroves of si col,' and 'hearts' of 'gold, 'said' old' Philippot. ' 'I recollect such a' one at Cologne; I was then searce eighteen,— he was'' racked1, for a; murder'; rind, as 'for.1 Tacking' libw,' compared 'to that, '.'tis- 'more child's play. ; Then, .tho' executioner had his red-hot pincers, and his molten load' —his' slashing -knife, and I know not what to help him, when the truth was to be pulled out of a culprit,' ' ^ ? '?'''And1 this man— this mui'deror— did :he confess V':'1''' I!'':- ''':'' ?'?''-'[' :- ''-? !:'-':':i,; ;?''';'' ?'-?'? f' Not' a ?syllabic. ITa! that was, indeed,' a aight' to 806.^'. I1 recollect it, as it were but yesterday. First,' my' gontloraan was brought out of the gaol,- naked' to the girdle; -arid being bound fast on high1 in a cart, tlmt wo might ull havo a fair sight 'of him ; tho hangman, having' a pan of coals near him, witlr red-hot pincers, nipiied—' ??'' Ugh 1' exclaimed Paul, shuddering' at tho recitnl.'' ' -Vith . rod-hot pincers,' rcpoutect tho unmoved' Philippoti f nipped- ? ' ' ' ; .' ' '' : ' ' tor God's sake, speak no further of it 1 I would not hare. seen' that sight for'— ' ' i! ? '?:??. ?'? .'?:!' 'No!' cried Philippot: ' then what makes you out to-day- if you'ro so BquoamlBhV' '? '. 'f ' Ji ' ?? !'( ','Na.y, -u'e'ro not sucli Iteiithens us to uso such tor ments,' said 'Paul. -?' Tho '?-whqol- is well cuottgh— is necessary. for the protection of honest folks; but, to ubo pincers, and suoh- davit's invention's, is'iinncctnlyaniong Christian1 men: ?But1 tell'- mo, did' the'1 poor' crcaturo confcsB!'! ?? ?'' ''? ''? .?.????'?'':! :i'-[i'.. ??'! '}?-;- ..;u'

?' Why, that was the ugly part of it,' answered Phtllippot 5 ' for, after he had been racked, and served as [ never saw flesh served before or since — why, what do you think ? the poor wretch was found to be innocent 1 The true murderer couldn't rest for the blood upon him — confossod all — and saw him racked too. A plaguo upon your gossip! What a -mob!' cried the dissatisfied old man, as abruptly turning a corner they camo upon the plueo of execution, already thronged with thousarids. ?' There's no getting a place near, Jacques, and my eyes ar n't a» thoy used to be,' said Phiiippot, disappointed j and vainly trying to espy an opening in the crowd, through which, he might be able to get nearer to the scaffold. ' They'll never rack him,' said one of the mob, 'not they ; that wheel 's only to gull us ; ho 's one of the gentry. You '11 seo how, at tho last minute, a message will come with royal mercy, to chop ofF his head, and so .cheat us of half — nay, of the best part of the sight.' ? i ' If I'd ha' thought as much, I'd never havo lost a morning's work to como hero,' said a second. , .' No — nor would I have stayed hero to get a plaoc, all tho night; and then, at tho last minute, too, when I'd fixed myself so nicely, to bo driven away by tho soldiers? You really think,' asked tho speaker, with au air of much anxiety, 'you really think they won't put him to tho wheel?' . ,.,;.,, , . ' i , ;.. ' ? ,? j , ..'?I'll ,'? bob. a crown they won't,',' replied tho man appcalod to. ? ,: ,_ ,. , /.!,. ., ' I'll talto that bet,' exclaimed another. , '? ' '.* '. y. ?/ '.' ? ; ,' Agreed — . it's : good ? it's — hush -f- ha ! , ' h'oro ' .they como. And tho, sudden silonoo of tho raob— a silohco, succeeded by a slight murmur — gave notico of ., llio appoaranco of tho procession. . .,-„. ;.,_..; .; ?„,.,,, r '.'.'' ' Whoro did he. come, from ?' oxclaiinod one of the crowd, as Jacques Tonebrro suddenly, appoared upon tho' ' scaffold. ?; . . . '.:-.,''-V:.-i' ?-,../?»? ;?'. ?',.'.','!? V ','. :'.''.? ? . ', Ho wasn't dropt -from; the, slcy, dopond upon it,' answered another. ...?;' .??,?.-,!.? '?:..- ;.?,,,,, J ...?; '?-.-.?-? ' Peace — silence — hush IV and, again the, crowd stood almost breathless as one man'. , ? ,' .' , .[.,'.. ;., ,, . ?'.],. ,. Rupert preceded and followed by guards, _. with his arms, bound, his foot naked, and his neud .uncovered, walked slowly, yet firmly, to tho scaffold ; .his eyes upon tho earth; his lips mo ving ; and Father George, tho Capuchin, whisporing at his ear.' ? ,.'.- .... , -,{,,.. ' ?,: : '\ -.,- ' A fino fellow,' said Paul, ' a noblo-looking fellow.' . 'Humph! my, Ufa for it man,' said Philippot, tho gray-haired critic of tho performances of tho scaffold, ' my lifo for it, he'll yell at tho first pinoh, I can soo it by his lip.' .;? .... , -...,,- ? ... ;, ?, , :.i ,;,.- '., ,.;,,:,:.. . Ruport mounted tho scaffold ; and,, though Jacques Tonebrns Boomed as ho would fain; avoid .tho gazo of the culprit, yot 'Rupert looked upon; him, sighed ?,'? Poor Ndroisso ! thou art avenged,' and then faintly smiled. * . 'Ha! I've known thorn laugh before, who screamed tho hardest afterwards,' muttered Phiiippot,' unwilling to loso fuilli in his own discrimination ; 'wo bIiuII boo.' .,,. ... Jacques approached Rupert, and the buzz that -began to riso among tho crowd at tho motion of tho oxecu. tionoor immediately subsided : not a breath was heard., , 'He doesn't quiver yot,' whispered Phiiippot, in capable of suppressing his disappointment. ; i ,;.'*'' At this moment JacquoB laid his hand upon tho culprit, and motionod ono of tho assistants towards him:, as tho fellow approaohed the criminal, .Rupert started, back, and trnmbled from head to foot, .', ..,;.-. ; , ? ??-..? ?? .. 'I know it! now ho winoos--now lio shakes!' and Phiiippot rubbod his hands. .' iTou — you horol' shouted tho culprit; for, in his agony, ho saw in the hangman's assistant tho malicious face of Do la Jonqulllo: who, with, his customary smile, noddod; thqn strotohed his finger towards the crowd. Tho eye of Rupert unconsciously- followed Its motion,

when he behold but a few yards from the scaffold, tho forms of old Aaron Ezra and young Antoino Laval. They, his victims, seemed risen from the dead to witness his lost agonies, making' thorn more horrible by the satis faction, the triumph that glistened in their corpse-whito faces.,. V '. .'_?'' . ' ?- - ''.???'..? ''? 'Quick— ?quick !' cried' Ruport,' ' for the love of mercy !' . 'Bo patient,' whispered Father George. 21' Now — now, Jacques,— now !' exolaunedtho culprit; and the crowd screamed and shouted, wrought upon by the intense passion of the criminal. ' Now, Jacques — now !' bellowed tho multitude, sym pathising with the sufferer, 'Now — now!' exclaimed two voices. 'You hear them — you soo them, Father!' Bhriekcd Rupert to the monk, and ho pointed whore, in his imagina tion, stood the Jew and the youth, but, daring not again to look, fell into tho arms of the monk. . ' Heavon receive yo !' said Father George, and blessing the criminal for the last time, ho delivered him into, tho hands of the executioner, and his assistants gathered about him, to receive him. ;' Ha! ha ! I win my wager ! no pardon — the wheel— tho wheel !' Such was tho shout of triumph from ono of the mob, as Ruport received the first blow. . 'He doesn't shrink yet,' said Phiiippot. ''Nor yet,' said a near companion, as the blow was repeated. ' Nor yet,' remarked a third. 'Eh? Yes — no! — firm as a rock still!' cried another; and thus did numbers of the crowd, habituated to scenes of lingering death, coldly gaze upon, and calculate tlie sufferings of a fellow creature. ' , ??,, .'. - ' Is ho dead ?' askod one. ? . ' He must be,' was tho answer. ? 'Dead! Nonsense!' observed Phiiippot,: 'we shall hear him yet — though, to give him his due, he has put a Btoutor face upon it than I — oh? — ho can't be dead!' cried the old man, impatiently. ' Dead enough — another crown upon it I' ' Bo it so. He — ho moves !' At this moment the wretched malefactor uttered an awful shriek. 'Not dead — I win 1' cried Phiiippot. 'See ! now for tho coup-de grace.' ' ?'????'??'?? '!? ???-' Jacques Tenebrm lifted tho weapon, which descended on tho niiBorablo Iluport— — *'?? ?-' ?'- '?' \-r{ * -it'v1*:'''.- .