g from her the secret, in which so many of
the best families of Colombia were interested, but even on the
rack she persisted in making no disclosure. The accomplished
young lady, hardly eighteen years of age, was condemned to be
shot. She calmly and serenely heard her sentence, and prepared
to meet her fate. She confessed to a Catholic priest, partook
of the sacrament, and with a firm step walked to the open
square, where a file of soldiers, in presence of Morillo and
his officers, were drawn up, with loaded muskets. Turning to
Morillo, she said, "I shall not die in vain, for my blood will
raise up heroes from every hill and valley of my country." She
had scarcely uttered the above, when Morillo himself gave the
signal to the soldiers to fire, and in the next moment La
Salvarietta was a mangled and bleeding corpse. The Spanish
officers and soldiers were overwhelmed with astonishment at the
firmness and patriotism of this lovely girl, but the effect
upon her own countrymen was electrical. The Patriots lost no
time in flying to arms, and their war cry, "_La Salvarietta_!"
made every heart burn to inflict vengeance upon her murderers.
In a very short time the army of Morillo was nearly cut to
pieces, and the commander himself escaped death only by flight,
and in disguise."
In Mexico a dramatic piece, which we have seen described as possessing
considerable merit, has been founded upon this tragical history. In the
Spanish American wars there have been numerous instances of remarkable
heroism by women, which is the more noticeable for the little the sex
has had to gain by the political independence of the Spanish race on
this continent.
A REAL AMERICAN SAINT.
Mrs. Jameson, in her beautiful book lately published in London, _Legends
of the Monastic Orders_, has the following account of the only American
woman ever canonized:
"Santa Rosa di Lima was born at Lima, in Peru, in 1586. This
flower of sanctity, whose fragrance has filled the whole
Christian world, is the patroness of America, the St. Theresa
of Transatlantic Spain. She was distinguished, in the first
place, by her austerities. 'Her usual food was an herb bitter
as wormwood. When compelled by her mother to wear a wreath of
roses, she so adjusted it on her brow that it became a crown of
thorns. Rejecting a ho
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