The Litchfield County post. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1826-1829, 1827-11-29

The knights paused for moment, and stern
ly fixing his eye upon that of his foe, 1.-the Swiss
instantly recognized his inveterate enemy,
Count Uric. 1t would be difficult to describe
the feelings of these warriors upon this meet
ing. Inveterate hatred, which had been man.
Tested on the part of the Burgundian for ten
years, had hardened the feelings of the natu-
rally mild Swiss. The latter, dashing his
helmet aside, showed the face of one, whose
blood Uric had considered an essential requi-
site to wash away that hatred which had
stamped itself on his soul.
The Burgundian's eye flashed 10 fury, and
with dire exclamation he rushed upon the
foe with a tremendous thrust which was
foied off BY Count Erloch.
A second thrust on the part of Count Uric
was likewise warded off; but third from
the Swiss brought him to the ground. At the
same instant an arrow pierced the brave
Count Erloch, and brought him from his
steed.
Neither of the knights were desperately
wounded, and without any difficulty from the
loss of blood, they closed in deadly conflict.
Count Erloch. with his usual dexterity, dis
armed his foe, and rushed upon him. "Sur-
render thyself! Surrender myself, or this
sabre shall drink thy hearts best gore!!''
Never! thou traitor'' said he; and
springing from the ground he clasped with
the fury of tiger his foe. A struggle ensu-
ed, and Uric was brought to the earth but
grasping his dagger, he stabbed the unfortu-
nate Swiss to the heart
Uric gazed upon him with the eye Of a de-
mon, and then summoning squire. he des-
patched him from the field of battle with
body of soldiers to Zurich, to bring the Coun-
tess Innogen from Zwerwald Castle to him
Immediately. Then drawing the blade from
the breast of the unfortunate hero, he gazed
upon the blood in which it reeked, and
muttered, "this shall greet the eyes of my
ungrateful Innogen, ere the setting of to-mor-
rows SUM-"
The lovely Countess Of ZwerwaId, in a
mood Of loneliness, had placed herself at the
lattice which overlooked the lake, and 1rilled
a lonely air to soothe her melancholy SOUL
She was in expectation Of the return OF her
husband, the Count, and listened to hear any
sound that she might fancy the tread of the
hoofs of horses, or the echoing peal of bugle.
Night came down, but she moved not. The
moon shed its lustre upon the lake, and the
prowlings of wild animals we're family recog-
nized. She listened to the sullen murmurs
that arose afar, to the lowing Of the herds, or
the fitful gale, as it shrieked in the turrets a.
bove. She reclined in sorrowful apathy,
until her eye, as it roamed recklessly upon
the waters below, caught the dark form of
boat amid the moonlight glow of the curling
waves. The heart of Innogen frightened,
and she arose to hail the return of her below
ed Chieftain. The bark approached
eager eye caught the snowy plumes of the
warriors,-her ear caught the sounds of vol
ces, which, though strange to her, she well
knew to be Burgundian. Conjectures. fears,
hopes, and despair. alternately seized upon
her soul-she too well knew that the Bur-
gundians bad invaded the Canton of Zurich,
and too well knew that no Burgundian resi-
ded in the vicinity and therefore instantly
concluded the dreadful truth.
The Castle was soon entered by four ruff
fans, whose steps were heard by the Count
ess, who started with terror as they burst in
to her apartment. A tall person approached
as their leader, and in rude manner babe
her prepare herself for visit to the fields Of
MOrgarten, where, he said, her husbands
cOrse was yet unburied. ~ demand you in
the dread name of Count Ulricv'
Innogen gave fearful shrek, and sunk at
the feet of the ruffian.-She was, however,
borne from the apartment, and thence to the
cliff, along whose brow they wended short
distance, to descend through rocky and OBJ
scure pass to the boat. Innogen, half-recOv-
cred from her trance, cast fearful glance a.
round, sprung from the rufians, and. with
horrid shrek threw herself from the rocks,
and was buried forever in the melancholy
depths below The mournful tale of the