A Romantic Tragedy.
--The
Marquis of D.'s yacht, now at
Naples, has been the scene of one of those tragedies of real life, which we are apt to think, in these dead-level days, lie far away from the region of real life, in the domain exclusively appropriated by the dramatist and the tale writer.
The
Marquis had been for some time cruising with some members of his family, including a youthful daughter,
Lady Alice--. The yacht was commanded by a half-pay
Lieutenant of the
Royal Navy.
The
Marquis coming on board, unexpectedly, from an excursion on shore, found his captain at the feet of his daughter, kissing her hand.
The indignant father — a man of herculean strength — seized the offender, and, intending only to tear him away from his unseemly place and action, flung him over the bulwark of the yacht into the see, when he went down at once, in spite — add some of the versions of the story — both of the
Marquis's and his sailor's efforts to save him.