Newspaper of Burlington Free Press, June 23, 1843, Page 1

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fee NOT TBB O L O B Y OF O 1 I i I B U T H W I L r A Q 1 OF BOMB. VOL. XVII. BURLINGTON, VERMONT, FRIDAY, JUNE 23, 1843. No. 3 DUTCHES DE IiV VA 1,1,1 E III1. DT CHARLOTTE CU9IIMAN. 'Selected from the Knickerbocker of July, 1037. '"Twcre best thai I should wed. Thou said'stit Louis : say it once more. Louts. In honesty, I think so. Dutches. My choice is inado then I obey tho fiat and will become a bride." Duliccr. Twerobcst that I should wed ! Tis Louis' voice, Has sped fate's summons to this breaking heart, The vassilsof his will, I mako my choice, And bid my love for earth and him depart I No not mv lovo for Aim I will rcsien The court's any mockery, nnd the courtier's praise The incense ottered on a baseless shtmc, Which truth and honor gild not with their lays. 'Twcre best that I should wed 1 How strangely cold Theso few yet bitter words fall on my brain, The sum of life's brief day-dream has been told . Uy one who cares not what may be the pain, But I submit yes, hail the sacrifice , And like some sleeper, startled from a trance, I Of my saddened spirit take advice. Asking the meaning of this strange romance. For Hope's the food of life nnd Love its dream, To cheat our Fancy o'er Time's rupeed way; 'Tis man's false text, 'lis woman's holiest theme, And in her bosom holds suprcincst sway She lives to love her soul sustained thereby, Makes to itself a green spot on hfu's sea Where every feeling for repose may fly, And sorrow, penury, and yuilt lorgotten be. But man's affections, like the sun born flower, That gaily flaunts to woo, and to be won, And quickens, ripens, blossoms in an hour, Yet fades before the sun his race has run. , 6o with man's love, arrange nnd wayward thing, Its opening flashing in the rays of truth ; But Oh I how brief the time, ere change will fling The locks of age upon its brow of jouth. Oh! Louis, thou art throned in majesty Thy sway ns boundless a thy realms :ire wide, And millions hail thec from the boundl.'ss sea, To where the Rhine pours down the sounding tide j But mighty as thou art, thou can'st not scan, That one frail thing, a woman's trusting heart, Thou may'si search out the nurposesof man, But woman's truth defies tiiy potent art. Thou wcrt not worthy Louii of the love Which in my breast for tlieo hath garnered beeni Thou wcrt the pole stir gli-aming from nl on-, Swathing my feelings in its raclient sheer j Thou wert my all ! n mother's broken heart, A noble soldier's fortunes paled by me, Atteit too well, that I have read mv part, In misery's calends, written thtreby I'm THE LAUNDRESS OF PARIS. A TMJU TALC. Accessible as Paris has boon for years past lo our countrymen, and freely as tliey have availed themselves of thu facilities for visiting it, some of our readers may not he aware of tho minuter feature of Parisian Aurr.bin life; among others, of the difference of our own plan for the purification of linen and that pursued by our continental neigh bors. In the first place the joint conse quence, probably, of a fine climate and the scarcity of fuel the operation, instead of being carried on, as with us, under cover with tho aid of hot water, takes place in the open air, and generally in boats or rafis moored to a river side, where the running stream is made to perform the office of soap, and tho nibbing piactised by our laundress M replaced by beating with a wooden mallet a process not very conducive, in tho opin ion of our travellers, to thu durability of tho articles Few of our countrymen who have visited Paris can have failed to observe as ono of its most singular objects, these amphibious communities of washer women, plying from morning till night their laliuiious vocation, perpetually ascending and descending under heavy loads of uct linen, the steep stairs leading to their floating laundry enduring in winter the severities of weather inhaling in summer the unwholesome exhalations of tho river and exposed at ail seasons to a perpetual damp, which saturates their gar ments, and prematurely stiffens their limbs: yet preserving throughout a national cheer fulness finding vent in many a song ; sharing Willi each other in a spirit ol cordial fellow ship, the goods and ills of life ; in short, forming in the midst of Paris, a peculiar colony, whose habits, morals and above all, strong spirit of community, require only to bo known to inspire good will, nay, to com mand respect. Earning at an avcrago littlo more than two francs per day out of which they arc expected to provide their own mallet, and thu large leathern apron winch their drin- ping vocation renders necessary they nevertheless agrco to a deduction of five sous each from their daily wages, towards a fund for unforsecn calamities, and, above all, to prevent any of their number, who may be laid aside by illness, from being reduced to seek other relief. Tho greater part of them arc married women with fami lies. It is also their custom to elect every year, at tho season of Mid-Lent,a head.whom they stylo their queen, to prrsido over littlo fes tivities, and decide disputed points among tho community, tho slightest misconduct or want of strict integrity in any of whose members is deemed sufficient reason for her expulsion. This fundamental law of the aquatic corporation is the moro necessary and strictly enforced, that tho linen intrust- d to each (often of great value) being, as it tvero, in keeping of all, the least individual 'dishonesty would bring suspicion on tho -whole sisterhood. Few things can bo moro curious and inter osting to tho observer of popular manners than tho moral aspect of perhaps a hundred women, carrying on, elbow to elbow, their wholesale vocation, without a thcltorcvcn a blunder being over so much as heard of among them ; their immenso bark, some times equal in length to the hull of a man of war, becoming thus a liugo depot, rendered secure by mutual confidence, and guaranteed by tho strictest honor. One of theso vast machines, moored at tho foot of Quay de la Cite, alongside of tho beautiful Pont de la Greve. was frcauonted by numbers of women from that populous quarter, who wero so famous for whitening without destroying linen, that their washini?- boat was styled tho " normal school " for Paris laundresses. One of the best work women was a girl twenty-three, named Blanche Raymond t endowed with a fino open smiling countenance, great strength of body, and uncommon cleverness of hand, She had lost her mother somo time boforo, and being now the only stay of her old blind father, a superannuated laborer on the quay. sho had lo work double-tides for their ioint support; though the old man, by earning a few pence daily by weaving nets, was saved tho feeling of being altogether a burden on his child. Blanchc,nfter prcpat ing her father's break fast, at his lodgings just opposito the stairs leading to her boat, went down to it at seven every morning, camu homo at noon to give tho poor blind man his dinner, and then back lo work for tho, rest of the day. Returning at its close to her humblo hearth, where cleanliness and comfort reigned, sho would take out her old father for an hour's walk on the quay, and keep him merry by recount ing all tho gossip of the boat ; not forgetting the attempts ol flirtation carried on with her self, by certain workmen in a merino manu factory, whoso pressing machino immediate ly adjoining tho laundress's bark, nnd who never failed, in going to and fro twenty times a day to fling passing compliments at the belle blanchissats (pretty laundress.) Tho cheerful old man would re-echo tho light hearted laugh with which thoso tales were told j but following them up with the sober er counsels of Experience over the closing meal of tho day, then fall gcntlv aslren amirl the cares and caresses of tho most dutiful of i daughters. Three years had rolled awaysinco her mo ther's death, and Blanche, happily engrossed between her occupation abroad and her filial duties at home, had found no leisure to listen to tho talcs of love. Thero was, however, among tho young merino dressers, a tall fine handsome fellow, named Victor, on whoso open countenance were written dispositions corresponding to those of his fair neighbor, whom, instead of annoying with idle famili arities, ho gradually won upon, by respecta ble civility towards herself, and still moro by kind inquiries after her good old father. By degrees ho took upon him to watch tho time whe'n sho might bo toiling, heavily laden, up tho steep slippery steps ; and bv comingiust behind her, would slvlv ease her of moro than half her burden. On nnrting at the door of the great public laundry estab lishments (where the work began on the riv er is afterwards completed,) he would leave her with tho hopeful salutation, in which moro was meant than met tho car, ' Good bye, Blanche, till we meet again.' Such persevering attentions could hardly be repaid with indifference ; and Blancho was of too kindly a nature to remain unmo ved by them. But whilo sho candidly ac knowledged tho impression they had made on her heart, and that it was one which sho would carry to her grave, sho with equal hon esty declared that she could allow no attach ment to another to come between her and her devotedncss to her blind father. And why should it, dear Blanche?' was tho young man's rejoinder ; ' surely two of us can do more for his happiness than ono! I lost my own father when a child, and it will be quite a pleasure to mo to have somo ono I can call so. In marrying me, you will only give tho old man tho most dutiful of sons.' Ah, but I should give mvself to a master. who would claim and engross tho greater pari oi my love, lor I Know 1 should so love you, Victor! And if we had a family, the poor dear old man would come to have but the third place in my heart, after having it all to himself so long ! Ho would find it out, blind as ho is, though ho would never com plain ; but it wnuhf make him miserable. No, nodon't talk to mo of marrying as long as he lives or tempt mo with thoughts of a happiness which I Invu qtiito enough to do to forego. Let poor Blanche! fulfil tlio task God has given her to perforin ami don't lure her by your honeyed words to forget her most sacred duty! ' Poor Blanche might well say sho had enough to do to maintain Iter dutiful resolu tion, between tho gentle importunities of her betrothed, nnd tho general chorus of plead ings in her favor among her sisterhood in tho boat, whom Victor's good looks and good behaviour had converted into staunch allies, and who could not conceive it possible to re sist so handsome and so constant a lover. Borno down by their homely remonstrances, which agreed but too well with her own in ternal feelings, Blanche camo nt length to confess, that if she had wherewithal to set up a finishing establishment of her own, where she could presido over her business without losing sight of her father, sho would at once marry Victor. But tho capital required for its tilting up was at least 5000 to 0000 francs, and where was such a sum to bo got, or how saved out of her scanty wages V ictor, However, caugut eagerly at the prom ise, and never lost sight of the hope it held out of attaining his darling object. He was able to earn five francs a day, and had laid bysomelhing ; and the master whom ho had served lor ten years, and who express ed a great regard for him, would perhaps ad vance part ol tho sum. 1 hen, again, the good women of tho boat, whoso united year ly deposites amounted to upwards of 9000 francs, kindly expressed their willingness to advanco out of i7ici'r savings tho needful for tho marriage ot tho two lovers. But Blan che, whilo running over with gratitudo fur tho generous oiler, persisted in her resolu tion not to marry till their own joint earn ing should enable her to set up a laundry. That sho worked tho harder, and saved tho harder to bring this about, may easily bo believed. Bui tho raco is not always lo tho swift ; and the desired ovent was thrown back by a now calamity, which well nigh dashed her hopes to tho ground. Her old father, who had been subjected for fifty years of a laborious life to tho damps of tho river, was seized with an attack of rheumaticgout, which rendered him completely helpless, by depriving him of tho use of his limbs. Hero was an end at onco to all his remain ing sources of amtisemont and occupation it might bo said lo his very animate exist ence ; for ho was reduced to an automation. moveable only at tho will and by tho help of others, lie had now not only to tie dressed and fed liko a new-born infant, but to be kept from brooding over his stato of anticipa ted death by cheerful conversation, by news from (he armies, by words of consolation and reading moro precious still, in all which Blanche was fortunately an adopt. The old man now remained in bed till nine, when Blanche regularly left the boat, took him up, set him in hit old arm chiir, gave him his' breakfast, and snatching a crust of bread for herself, ran back to her work till two o'clock; then sho might bo seen climbing up tho long steps, and running breathless with haste to cheer and comfort the old man with the meal of warm soup, so dear to a Frenchman's heart. Unwilling as sho was to leave him, his very necessities kept her at work till tho late hour when, with her hard-won earnings in her hand, sho would seek her infirm charge, and fall on a thousand devices to amuso and console hint, till sleep stolo at length on lids long strangers to the light of day. Ono morning, on coming homo as usual, Blanche found her dear invalid already up and dressed, and seated in an elbow chair ; and on enquiring to whom sho was indebted lor so pleasing a surprise, the old man, with a mysterious smile, said ho was sworn to se crecy. But his daughter was not long in learning that it was her betrothed, who, hap py thus to anticipate her wishes and cares, had prevailed on his master so to alter his own breakfast hour, ns to enable him to de voto tho greater part of it to his pious office. Straight to hcrheart asthis considerable kind ness went, it fell short of what sho experien ced when, on coming home some davs after sho found her dear father not only up, but in a medicated bath, administered by Victor, under the direction of a skilful doctor ho had brought to visit tho patient. At sight of this, uianclic s tears flowed last and Ireely ; nnd seizing on her betrothed's hands, which sho held to ner heart she exclaimed ' Never can I repay what you have done for mc ! ' Nay, Blanche,' was tho gentle answer, 'you have but to say ono word, nnd tho debt is overpaid." 1 hat word ! few but would havo spoken it, backed, as the modest appeal was, by tho pleadings of the ally within, and tlio openly avowed concurrence of old Raymond in tho wish so dear to both. Let none despiso the struggles of the poor working girl to with stand at once a father and a lover! to set at nought, for the first time, an authority never beforo pisputcd, nnd despise the power of lovo so deeply founded on gratitude ! In spilo of them all, filial duty camo off conque ror, lilancho summoned all tho energies of a truly heroic mind, to declare that not even the happiness of belonging to tho very best of men she had ever heard of in her life, could induce her to sacrifice the tender ties of nature. Tho moro her father's infirmi ties increased, the moro dependant he would become on his daughter. What to her was a pleasure, could, she argued to him bo only a burdensomo and painful task ; in a word, her resolution was not to bo shaken. Vic tor was thereforo obliged to submit, even when (from a delicacy which would but in cur obligations on which claims might be founded, too difficult, if not impossible, to resist) Blancho insisted on defraying from her own resources, tho expense of the medi cated baths, thus putting moro hopelessly far off than ever the long-deferred wedding. She had not the heart, however, to deny Victor tho privilege of putting the patient in to the healing waters, which seemed daily to mitigate his pains, and lend his limbs more agility. While her father was at tho worst, Blanche had beon obliged altogether to fore go the river, and obtain Irom her employer permission to do what sho could in tho way of her vocation nt home.' But when, on his amendment, she resumed her out-of-door la bor, a circumstance occurred, so very honor able to the class of workwomen wo arc com memorating, to their mutual attachment, and honest fueling of benevolence, that to leave it untold would bo doing them and tho sub ject great injustice. With the motives for enhanced industry which Blanche had to spur her on, that she should bo first at tho oponing of the boat, with her daily load of allotted labor, will bo little matter of surprise ; or that her good na turcd companions, knowing the necessity for exertion on her part, should abstain from wasting her precious timo by any of their little tricks and gossip. Hut ono morning, from her father having been ill all night, she had arrived at work unusually late, and had consequently, when the hour of noon struck, left tho greater part ot her task (which had often detained her till night set in) unfinish ed, it was nevertheless accomplished, as if by magic, within tho usual timo, and her day's earnings, instead of being diminished, rather increased. Next day and tho noxt, their amount was tho same, till tho grateful girl, suspecting to what sho owed so unforeseen a result, and concealing herself behind tho parapet of the quay, ascertained, by occular demonstration, that, during necessary absence, her place at the river was regularly occupied by one or oilier of her neighbors, who took it in turns to give up tho hour of rest, that poor Blancho might bo no loser by her filial duty, as not ono of those worthy women would forgo her share in this token of good-will to the best and most respected of daughters. Blanche, though affected and flattered, as may well bo believed, by this novel sort of contribution, was led by a delicacy of feel ing beyond her station, to seem ignorant of it, till tho additional funds thus procured en abled her to effect tho complete euro ol her father, whom sho then informed of tho means by which it had been purchased, and eager ly led tho recruited invalid to reward, better than sho could do, her generous companions. Among the hand-shakings and congratu lations which marked this happy meeting, Victor, wo may bo sure, was not behind hand : only, he managed to whisper amid tho general tide of joy, 'Am I to bo tho only ono you have not made happy to-day t' Too much agitated to be ablo to answer, Blanche only held the taster by her father's arm. Tho timo for tho choosing by tho sister hood of their queen had arrived, and Blancho was declared duly elected, at tho fete always givon on board the boat itself, gaily dressed up for tho occasion with ship's colours, and a profusion of early Ispring flowers. Old Ray mond, firmer on his limbs than ever, led on his blushing daughter, and had the welcome offico assigned him of placing on her head the rosy crown a task which his trembling fingers could scarcely accomplish. Alter having called down on the head of the duti ful girl, whom he had smothered with kisses, tho best blessings of heaven, ho led her to rcceivo the felicitations of her new subjects, among whom the disconsolate Victor was again heard to exclaim "So I am still to be tho only ono you won't mako happy ! The melancholy words proved too potent for the softened feelings of Blanche's honest neighbors, particularly the ono whoso heart it was of most consequence to touch ; name ly, the mistress of the lundry establishment,. who having long had thoughts of retiring, freely offered her the business, whenever she should be ablo to muster 500 francs. ' Oh 1' cried Victor, 'I havo already n fourth of it, and I'll engage my master will advance tho rest. ' Ah ! but that would be a debt wo could never pay, cried the upright Blancho ; 'how are wc over to mako up so largo a sum V ' With the need of virtue awarded to you by the French Academy,' ie plied an elderly gen tleman of tho most vcnerablo appearance who had unobserved mingled as a spectator in the scene. All crowded round him for an explanation, and he announced that the may or of the eighth arrondissement had claimed the prise on the unanimous demand of all tho laundresses of tho Cite for that model of filial devotion, Blanche Raymond. It a nounted lo 6000 francs, and was left for tho reward of virtue in humblo life by the lato academician Monthyon. All that followed may ho left to tho imag ination. Suffice it, that Blanche, simple and modest as ever, could scarce believe in tho honor she so unexpectedly received ; while her surrounding companions derived from it tho lesson, that the filial piety so decidedly inculcated and rewarded bv Heaven, and equally admirable in its effects in tho cottage andthc palace, dues not always go unreward ed on earth. Chambers Edinburgh Jour nal. THE BRONZE HORSE. A OEKMA.V TRADITION. The illustrious Baron of Atterkplm inhntii. ted at the time of the Crusades tho Castle of btolberg. He was old and a widower with but one child tho boauliful Hildegarde, whose hand was sought in marriago by all the nobles of tho neighborhood. Among tho number was the young Count of Frauburg, mo iianasuinusi ana oravest Knight ot the province, but alas ! also tho poorest he had been a suitor for the lovely Hildegarde, and it was said that had she alone been consulted, he would not have been rejected but her father had forbidden him to annear at the Castle, and ho had disappeared, no ono knew wnuner. Two noble knights from tho banks of the Rhine presented themselves at the Castle of fctolberg. tdward and Hermann wero bro thers tho latter was handsome, brave and acconjplished he came to lay his fortuno at tho feet of tho beautiful heiress, and soon ob tained her father's consent. These two bro thers had been united from infancy by tho tenderest affection they had studied togeth er, travelled together, and distinguished themselves together in tho wars. From the cradle, they had shared each other's joys aim sonuws uiey nau long rejected the idea of marriage, through fearthat it mipht weak en the strong tie that bound them to each other, but Edward had at last succeeded in persuading Hermann that it was his duty to lining, in uiuui iu uuminuo me nouie race from which they were descended. Was Hildegarde satisfied with her father's choico 1 Her attendants said, that after a long interviow with the Baron, in which ho announced to her his decision, she had wept mug aim uiueny. uut stio dreaded her pa rent too much, to daro resist his will. The marriago day was fixed, and Hermann though at the summit of felicity, could not but perceive that Edward was restless and unhappy. Brother,' said he, what I havo long dreaded has at length hannened. Tho approach of tho day when you will no longer .mwin a iii iijjt cineciions, nits you with uneasiness. You avoid mo vou aro no longer the same what means this change? speak explain." But Edward onlv re plied by cold and embarrassed expressions, and Hermann left him to seek Hildegarde. Tho nearer the wedding day approached tho more gloomy Edward became, though Hermann, absorbed in his love, only had eyes for his bride, do no longer endeavor ed to discover tho cause of his brother's grief uiiu iu auumu ins ju.iiuus irritation; and mat intimacy and confidence which had onco uni ted them, no longer existed between them Tho Baron of Attcrkeim had given orders that tho wedding feast should bo celebrated with the utmost pomp. Ho appeared proud of tho allianco his daughter was about to form, and yet at times a shade of apprehon sion was to be remarked on his countenance : ri . ... nermann ouserved Hand enquired tho cause. My friend,' replied tho Baron, you will perhaps blamo my superstitious Incredulity. Learn that for many centuries, nn heiress of Stolberg has never married without the con sent of tho founder of our race, tho first Ba ron of Atlerkeim, formerly known as the Bronze Soldier. An ancient tradition runs as follows: Whon the marriago of a daugh ter of our line is to be followod by any mis fortune, tho Dronze Soldier, who can read tho fuluro destiny of the brido, rises from his tomb, and armed in bronze, appears the night beforo the Ill-omened ceremony, under the walls of tho Castle, where ho blows thrco blasts on his btiglo at midnight, My family from father to son, has believed in tho appa rition, and wero I to hear his fatal clarion, I must refuse ?ou Hildegarde. Yet fear not, my son why should we dread any obstacle ? The phantom can read your heart he knows you desiro nothing moro ardently than tho happiness of my child." When Hermann retired to his chamber, he sent for his brother Edward was not to bo found : for several days past, the unhap py young man spent his timo In wandering through thu country, and seldom returned at the hours of meals) his countenance had lost Its serenity, and a sacred torrov seemed preying on his heart. Hermann at this mo meut felt the want of a friond, a confidant, fen adviser, and for the first lima in his life, he had no ono to sympathise with him. News of an alirrainc, nature had been com municatcd to him ho had heard tho Count of Frauburgh was lurking in the vicinity of tho Castle, and that a secret communication was kept up between him and Hildegarde. Tho knowledgo of this fact filled him with doubt and uneasiness. O como back my brother 1' ciied he, ungrateful that I nm ! when I was happy I neglected you, and now that I am perplexed and sad, I long for you. iomo oacK fc,dward " but Edward did not return. It was the dav beforo that annointed for tho wedding. Thu countenance of Hilde garde wore an unusual expression it dono- reu alternately security and anxiety, calm noss and agitation ; sho had never appeared so submissivo to her futher so affectionate to her betrothed! and Hermann vibrated between uneasiness and hone doubt and confidence. The bugle of tho Bronze Sol? dier was never absent from his thoughts. If it were heard that night ! perhaps an enemy, .i rivai, migui iaKo advantage ol the supersti tious credulity of the Baron and destroy his happiness for ever. Ho resolved to pass the night under the window of Hildegarde. nnd lo stand sentinel that night over tho Castle. 1 he household had been lonrr wrani in sleep, when Hermann, completely armed, stolo down from his chamber, his bcatim? heart seemed to presago some fearful event. The sky was covered with clouds ; neither moon nor stars wore visible ; thick mists hung over the valley ; the air was damp nnd cold ; tho wind roared and the clock of tho Castlo was on tho stroke of midnight. His sword by his side, and a dagger in his belt ho glided along under the walls. Tho turret inhabited by Hildegarde was on tho nlatf.irm of a steep rock overhanging tho valley. In uiu uarKiiess me aavcnturons Knight groped his way along and stumbled frenuentfv an-insl the stones in his path. Suddenly a little dis tance, ho heard sounds like the footsteps of a man; mey approaciied lum it was doubt less some rival who would play the part of mo pnantom, and tins cloudy night would favor his design he would blow three blasts on a bugle, and no ono would doubt that a spectre of the bronze soldier had forbidden the marriage. Frauburgh would triumph tor who else could it bo but Frauburgh, the former lover of Hildcgardo whom her father had discarded? Tho chapel clock struck twelve, and a light shono from one of the casements of the turret, it was Hildcgarde's window. As the trembling light threw its feeble rays upon the walls of the rampart, he perceived but a few paces before him, a war rior armed in bronze, of lofty stature, his visor was closed, and in his hand ho held a buglo which he seemed in the act of carry ing to his lips. Hermann trembled and drew his dagger, yet before he struck ho wished to ascertain if his bride was in league, with tho pretended apparition. The window was opened and a woman wrapt in a veil looked out, as if in search of somo one. Ho could no longer doubt but that ho was betrayed the Baron and himself were tho destined victims of a concerted scheme, and vengeance would be justice. While these reflections passed rapidly through his mind, he saw the Bronzo Soldier lift to his lips tho fatal bugle and a first blast was blown. But a second was not to follow. Hermann rushed furiously on tho mysterious unknown, and in spite of his cui rass plunged his dagger into the heart of his adversary ; then dragging him to the ram part he threw him violently down the preci pice. A cry of anguish resounded from the victim ero ho reached tho foot of tho rock, and the shriek of agony as it reached tho car of the murderer, struck him with terror for he seemed to recognile thu plaintive tones of some wen Known voice. . The Veiled figure had left tho casement. Hermann stood motionless with terror. A stern voice seemed to address to him the aw ful words, Hermann, whose blood hast thou shed V Tho clouds wero breaking from tho sky, and the mists rolling up from the valley, and the stars shone out at intervals. A noise roused him from his stupor O unexpected sight! he was thero again the terrible Bronzo Soldier, his figure, his armor, were the same ; yet was not Herman's dagger red with blood ! The phantom again held his bugle to his lips. Was ho indeed a spectre from the tomb t Had heaven in punishment of his crime allowed tho laws of nature to be interrupted 1 Hermann's limbs trembled convulsively, his brain becamo confused, his teeth chattered. The buglo sounded again, it was tho second blast ; if a third should sound there was an end of his love and hopes. Rage and despair now look possession of him he thiew himself upon his adversary, scizcu tno ougio anu tnrew it upon the ground and struck with his dagger at the bronzo ar mor. Hut this timo it resisted thu blow; Still undaunted, Hermann threw his arm round his foe, and grappling with him at tempted to throw him over tho rampart, but his enemy was too strong for him. Thu casement above them was opened again and tho voice of Hildcgardo was heard. The sound gaVo new energy to tho Bronzo Sol dier, ho seized Hermann's dagger and plung ed it into ins body, men raising lum in Ins arms ho held him suspended an instant over tho precipice beforo ho dashed him into the frightful gulft and tho Wounded knight rolled bleeding and lacerated lo the foot of tho rock of Stolberg. Tho miserable man was still alive he at tempted to rise, but his mangled limbs wero unable to move ) thu blood which flowed from his Wounded head obscured his sight, he stretched out his arm mechanically, not with any hope of assistance, but by u con vulsive movement. O heavens ! his hand touched the face of a corpse tho first mur derer was near tho first victim. Hermann had ono of those vigorous con stitutions which strugglo long era they yield lo death ho dried his eyes and looked round him. The sky was now cloudless, and by the light of tho moon and stars he examined the inanimate body which lay by his sido. The visor of the falso Bronzo Soldier was raised a cry of horror burst from his lips my oroiner : This terrible exclamation roused the dy. ing Edward. ' Brother,' exclaimed Her mann faintly, ' I havo murdered thee, but God is just, and I dip pierced by my ori dagger. Farewell, thy hand O, forgive me." Ho sought to grasp his brother's hand, it was cold and motionless and could not re turn tho clasp. ' Why,' asked Hermann in a feeble voice. whv that fatal armor, this buglo ?' ' Forgivo mc,' faltered Edward, ' I loved her, 1 could not bear the spectaclo of thy happiness. I wished to separato theo from her,' his voice failed and he fell back. Hermann nttemptcd to reply, but tho cold hand of death was already on him, and his tips could givo utterance to no sound. A horrible silenco ensued, a fearful pause be tween life and death. Tho brothers, in their last moments attempted to creep closer to each other, but consciousness was all that re mained to them, they were entirely bereft of motion. Tormented by a burning thirst, Hermann heard plainly tho rushing of a tor rent a few paces from him, but ho could not drag himself thither to quench his parched lips. Tho noise of n horso in full gallon was heard. The high road passed at tho foot cf tho L-aslle rampart. On this road, a horse man was seen advancing towards the vic tims ho was armed in bronze and carried a bugle it was the phantom again. He held in his arms a female form clothed in white. ' Behold,' said the spectro as ho slackened the pace of tho steed. Behold tho third and last apparition.' Ho raised his bugle to ins nps, and as he disappeared in the dis tance, the third blast the notes that were to decide tho fate of Hildegarde. resounded through the air. When tho last echo had died away, Hermann and Edward were dead. The stream of Stolberg, nccording to the tradition, has been accursed frnm tliiit nirrtii. Its waters often swell to destructive torrents, and no verduro is ever seen on its borders, which arc rugged and barren. 1 he next month the stern old Baron of Attcrkeim died of grief for 'the mysterious disappearance of his daughter and inexplica ble death of the two brothers and ere long tne cnurcti oi ntoioerg was adorned with gar lands for tho wedding of the Knight of Frau burg and the lovely Hildegarde. THE DESERT ITlAltCir. A PASSAGE IN THE CAREEK OF NAPOLEON. On the 11th of July, 1798, as the dying day with golden splendor tipt tho mosques and mi' narets of Alexandria, a 6pirit.stirring bugle sounded from a large cncainomen't bnsTdn th city walls-, anil at the tamo time the heavy boom ertlie evening gun from tho Kal nh's tower an nnunced to the lazy Turk that the eagles of rrance nau iuiucd their silken wings upon the shores of Egypt. Tho drums of France now beat to arms. The army of tho east started to its leet. To Cairo and the pyramids !' cried Savan, ' 1 o beam tho Beys of Mamaluke !' cried the impatient Mil rat. ' To find a home forthe citizen-soldier !' cried tne mustached grenadier. ' J o round an empire upon tho ruin of contu- ries,' cried Napoleon, as he mounted his war Bleed. 'Soldiers of tRe republic, advance !' 'Long live the republic!' thundered along the martial line, as it broke into open columns, uuu inuicu onwaru, preceded by the guides. Soon the sentinel?, lookim? 'toward Dimm. mour, from the rnoss.rlecked tower of aacs, saw tho glittering files fade into the dim shadows of evening. A faint strain of martial music struck upon the ear, a hum as though a multitude had spoken, passed upon the breeze Napoleon en tered tho desert ! Who can tell the sufferings of that weary march. Tho night soon passed away, and tho vertical sun, undimmcd by clouds without a thee or shrub to ofter a momentary snaue, looked down Upon tho serried ranks of tne army or the cast. The leader and hib gen orals now dismounted and endured the fcold'cr's sufferings. Onward thev march, a band of fierrn and indomitable spirits led by the conqueror Ul uiu ivijis. Thirst could not tamo them the Fccrching sands ollered them no hindrance. Clouds of tormenting insects wafted from -the slimv Nile. deterred them nor. The Arab's veil at midnight was music to their ear. Onward, shouted the leader from the boundless highway of the desert and onward rushed tho tide of life. Around them vhat a prospect ! They were fresh from the plains of sunny Italy from tho orange bow. ers upon tho hill sides, gemmed with temples Hallowed by genius, and cottages redolent with life and love. How changed tho scone ! On every sido the desert, like an ocean, waved in voiceless tide. The crystal fountain-spring, fed from the glimmering peak of Jura, flashed before their thirsty eyes no more. 7'he chest nut of Languedoc and province wuo'cd them no longer to its whispering shade. All was sail, scorching, withering', searching sand, with here and thero tho mirage looming ahead lihe tho breast of an inland lake to tantaiiio their long, ing visions. Night camo without twilight; cold and piercing, but brought no relief. Far in the distance, looming in giant proportions against the sunset west, the desert ship pursued its fa. vorito cburso And now tho shiverilii; soldier laid down by his toil. worn general to die. Black bread, teeming with vermini sickened the vora. cious appetite, and tho brackish water of the stagnant pool madothc thirst still greater. It is said that Lniuics and Murat occasional ly lost command of themselves, and once, when boiling with rage; they dashed their laced hats on the sands and trampled upon them before the soldiers. Napoleon dashed amid tho throng with his mighty spirit flashing from his eagle eyes 1 Generals,' said he, 'traitors ! vou have used mutinous language ; take care that I do not fulfil my duty. It is not vour bcinir six feet high that should save your being shot in a cou- pie of hours." 1 tie haughty Uencrals trembled beforo the master spirit, and shrunk away ash amed. The soldiers, like all trench soldier?, were light of heart. They soon forgot past 6Ulfer ings. The present alone existed with them and if tho guides saw evidence of an Arab vo at sunset, all was right. The song and merrv tale awoke the sleepers from their dreams on tho sands l and tho hope of glory banished gloomy foreboding from tho ranks. Cofrarclh, who it was supposed advised Napoleon to cm. bark in this wild crusade against tho Mamaluke, was a wooden. legged General; and as he hob. bled east tho soldiers joked freelv. Ho is sure of having a foot in France,' said they' 'let what will happen.' When their Geneial was seen, s the col. umns wound round the hills of sand, they pleas antly said ' lie promised us seven acres of land, the mgua; how modcrstt! !' might have safely promised us a township ; we would not r.i abused hit good nature.' The learned commission did not eecape the eaure oi me ngni-neinta sa;aiery, and the jacxaises tnst pore tn pniiosophers camp kot nee nm uic ecienuut iDirumvmi wers riiiisi demi-Savans. Buttoned up to tho throat In hi" gold-laced coar, with his burning sword under his arm with a compressed lip and thoughtful look, the leader firmly trod at the head of his stalT. He looked not to tho right or tho left. 7'ho course was regularly laid down by the as tronomer, and tho amount of each day's march was laid before the commander-in-chief, ere the order to rest thundered along the weary line. The third day came, and the General began to ue aware that trio nvcror Egypt was at hand. Tho arms of tho careless wanderers were now inspected. Terrible as was the sun even here, still the iron law of military despotism was enforced. The uniforms of the stragglers were now brushed up tho. ranks closed their filer. I no eagles waved in tho centre, and tho army n oruer oi oauie urcw near the river iniio. Noon carte, and all al once the river, the beautiful river, rolled in its majesty at the feet of the adventurers. At a little distance floated the flotilla, with the flag of thq republic waving proudly o'er it ; and green field and waving groves, spread in beauty aronud them. 'The Nile ! tl.e Nile !' thundered along the line, and then officers and men, without due considers. ion rushed headlong into its slimv waters. Not a soldier threw off his kViiosack or stacked his musket. 'Water! Water! Oh God, a Irop of water !' cried tho wearv and sick : nor did the cry cease, until the foremost soldier having sutisfied themselves, ministered to tho wants of their fellows. The army soon reach. cd Danhour, and encamped upon a field of grain. Hearing iii.ii wis iuameiukes were at une brcissato dispute tho progress, the leaders gave the word, and the army moved up the Nile, in solid squares. A horseman splendidly dressed with his turban waving gaily in the breeze, now hovered along the edge of the horizon, reining in his mettled steed. Another and another ap peared until a respectable number had mustered: and with a horrid yell rushed upon the advanc ing army. It was the onset of the Mamelukes, under Mourad Oey, and dearly did the French men sufler. Though near tho Nile tho soldiers were dying with thurst', and if one was adven turous enough to seek a draught from the swol len river, the next moment lie' was either pierc ed by tho spear, or beheaded by a stroke of the scimitar irom tne Arab horsemen. Where i3 Cairo? it is but a citv of mud huts,' cried the ignorant sufferers , 'if we are to die in the desert if wo are to thirst by the rivers and starve by the green pastures, let us die at once by the sword of the Mamelukes.' ' Mamelukes Chebrcissa,' cried a thousand voices, as the morninffof the 13th dawned uooh the Army of the French. Mourad Bey and his matchless catalrv await. cd the approach of the weary squares, and soon the var cry of tne horsemen struck upon thfl General's etr The battle now commenced in earnest. The Mamelukes, fresh r.nd powerfuT, on the most splendid horses of the East, glitter- : ...:.t. tJ....i :, : i 7 my iui yuiu anu &uver jewels, cnargeu upon the squares of French infantry. Dreidful was the onset, terrible the meeting; death hung upon a blow, and destruction upon a horse's hoof. It was a battle of stern necessity on the nart of the invaders. The desert and shame lav be. hind Cairo and glory before the cvmbals of Mourad Boy clashed the bugles sounded shrill. and the Mamelukes again threw themselves upon'tfic solid squares. When stabbed or wounded with a rrunihnf. tho wild horseman of tho desert clunfr tnhia steed, and he was dragged along to the ground', leaving a bloody trail behind'; he gnashed his tooth in bitter hatred, and swept his flashing scimitar across the knee of the foremost ranks of the bristling squares. 71io Turkish fleet now attacked the Francft flotilla. Heavy cannon thundered ud the Nile1. and waked tho echoes of the Pyramids ; but after several hours hard fighting MouradBev pro. nounced the French to bo invincible, leaving three hundred gory dead upon the battle field. Tho Turkish fleet at tho same time hauled off in great distress, and tho cannon's roar melted into the bugle's melodious note upon the arid plains of Chebreissa. ' I la, Murat !' said Nanoleon. as he rodo ovar the field of tho dead, and saw the wild dog feast ing iinun uiu luruaucu corpses, 'give me the Ma. meluke cavalry and the French infantry, and I win conquer uic worm. ' You will conquer it without.' said Mur&h with a smile; 'but see, tho columns wait.' ' Onward, said tho leader, with a wave of h!i hand ; ten days, and 1 eup in Cairo. For eight days tho army continued to advanea now resting amid the ruins of some ancient city, and now cooling their thirst from tho sluggish tide of somo muddy stream. The General, torn as he had dono throughout the march, shared in all things with the meatiest soldier. His head rested upon the sand stone of the waste his marquee was the jeweled canopy of Heaven his lull the howl of tho jackal!?, and his re; veille the yell of tho skirmishing Mameluke. In srtuares six deep on each side.' with the ar. tillery at the right angles, and the cavalry, bag gage and ammunition in the centre, the French army drcvV near the plain nf Cairo. It was on the 19th of July, at daybreak, when a shout from the vanguard broke upon the luir. gard ear, and a peaked cloud Seemed to rise from the Nile, and caught his eager eye as he gazed around the hunzom Napoleon and hii staff, mounted on swift dromedaries, rode to thd front of his columns; The night; on its black wing?, passed swiftly among the mountains of Upper Egypt. Tho sun rose in Eastern EDlen. dor from the desert and lit the rnthbrc sands a bright ray flashed upon the far distant object; It was a spectacle nover equalled in sublimity; Tho whole army exclaimed, as one mart; 'the Pyramids !' and as the squares advanced with martial music, a train of camels came tinkling round the base of the Sphyux an Arab horse man gaftoped out of eight behind the shda of the Girge, and the strain of the dying cymbals of tho Mameluke melted away in the rosy light. Napoleon had passed the desert, and the timcdefying tombs of the Pharoahs flashed id the clear atmosphere beforo him. A young lady of Manchester. N; H.. iivi the Memorial, swallowed twenty-five pins and ono needle, at ono time on fast day. She had unpinneu ucr cioaK anu carelessly placed the pins in her mouth, when something excited her visible faculties and caused her to swallow them. A physician was called, and tho nini were with great difficulty extracted. Atone time her life was despaired of but sho is now doing well. To Keep Water Cold The PhlUdAh phia Ledger suggests a method, very simple bul highly scientific! for preserving tho coldness of tvniur wiinuui me use oi ice. Inline pitcher) containing the water; be surrounded by thresi or four folds of course cotton cloth; and keep the cloth constantly wet. The evaporation of tne water Irom the cloth, will carry off the heat from the water inside, and reduce it near ly to the freezing point. It is recommended that eitr; mechanic or laborer should be prorf. dod with two pitchers, one to contain vster for drinking and the other for evaporation. He art in this way always be supplier with told wit in wsrm weather i

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