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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 n.ai 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
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