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The Crimes of Alexander Borgia

WE ARE AMERICANS !" Not a day passes that does not behold hundreds of emigrants, sunken in the lowest depths of poverty, jgnorance and superstition, landing on our shores from the Old World, knowing but one will, and seeking the advancement of but one purpose, and that combined will and purpose that of the disciples of Ignatius Loyola and Alexander Borgia ! Not a day passes that is not marked by the Papal powers in America with some new step towards the general establishment of Papal rule in the United States, and the complete demolition of patriotism, Protestantism and liberty !
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The Crimes of Alexander Borgia

A moment she stares vacantly upon him ; then she looks towards heaven, clasps her thin hands, and, while her lips move in prayer, a faint smile breaks over her features, like sunshine over a waste of stormy waters.
0, what a picture ! what a scene ! and what eyes to behold it ! A fiend of hell is gazing on an angel-victim.
The mask moves forward and touches her snow-white shoulder. She looks up into his face and smiles, so sweetly, so trustingly ; yet it is the suiile of a maniac.
The eyes of the maiden are then cast down ; they rest upon a dagger in her visitor's belt
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The Crimes of Alexander Borgia

The infuriated man was endowed with an almost super- human strength by the desperation of the moment. He hurled Donna Lucretia from his path as if she had been a mere child, and, an instant later, stood face to face with Father Janzen, with his dagger in his grasp.
The struggle that ensued was short, but terrible. The priest had seen his antagonist approaching, and saw that there was no resource for him but to draw and defend him- self. He drew a heavy knife, one he had carried for many years, and warded off the furious blow that was aimed at his heart
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