Martinsburg gazette and public advertiser. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1826-1833, 1833-09-12

ltyPe-n u IS not me in my bodily form
that controls and commands vour at
tachment, may as we'll die M onces
my memorywill serve you for an oh
lject, though this frame may moulder
in the grave; for IL you can urge NV
absence for year, you could surely
bear it for lifei"
A passionate burst of tears was the
hrst answer to this speech; and they
were followed by train of reasoning
SO clear, so true, and so convincing, as
would have done honor to the most Gle.
waited princess to whose hand the count
OF Hohenstauffen might huve aspired.
Coming as they did from the daughter
|of serf their effect was thousand
fold greater. And while Frederick
gazed and listened on the wonderful
union of beauty and wisdom from which
he was about to tear himself, perhaps
forever, he was lost in the grateful ad.
miration of her who could sacrifice her
best hopes of happiness and her highest
ambition, for the fhrtherance of his no.
nor and his fame.
Count Frederick assumed the cross.
and fastened to the Holy Wars; nor
did his conduct for long period Of ser.
vice belle his noble lineage or his own
reputation. After nearly two years Of
hard-earned honor, he prepared TO re.
turn TO her to Swabia, and claim tho
hereditary rights to which his uncle's
death entitled him. Mingled with all
the calls of pride and the loud accla-
nations of glory, one still small whis-
per made itself heard in the young
dukes heart. Love, which for awhile
had been subdued by the clang of arms
and the shouts of ambition, now RESUME
ed its gentle, yet powerful, inspiration;
and he fastened to the scene OF his for
mer stolen delight and honorable self.
restraint, his bosom throbbing high in
the ardent hope Of at length obtaining
possession, us tribute to his constant
affection, of what all the Establishments
of wealth, and rank, and power would
have failed to purchase.
He rode up to the well remembered
cottage, in the old guise of Franz Rich.
ter, the sportsman. He was received
by the father and brothers Of Gela.--
But before he could ask the question
that sprang from his heart to his lips,
he saw that she was absent. His lips
quiyered and his heart sunk, and the
Question could not find utterance. But
they saw and read his emotion truly;
and they soontold him what he so long,
cd to know, but could not ask.
Celia, almost worn out with the in
tense ardor Of her feelings, and unable
to support in secret the passion which
consumed her, had resolved to enter
into convent not far distant, and had
actually taken the veil; never betraying
to her family the rank Of her lover,
but avowing her love. and declaring
that inseparable obstacles existed to-
wards the possibility of its ever termi-
mating in way consistent with her
happiness.
The duke, almost frantic at this news,
|ayowed who he was, called on the ia
Their and brothers to aid him for their
own as well as Gela's sake in tearing
her from the sanctuary that interposed
its walls between her and his affection
promising to lavish on them honors,
distinctions, and riches, more than
were possessed by the proudest mobiles
of the state. These poor serfs, not
knowing the true meaning of honor,
nor the real value Of rank, dazzled by
the promises of the duke and frightened
/, by his violence, consented to his last
proposal, and without fixed plan or set
tiled purpose, they led him Immediately
towards the convent where Celia was
limmured.
Nearly arrived at the holy house, a
PROCESSION met them on the path. Il
was burial train, chanting hymns of
mourning prayers for the repose Of an
innocent sisters soul. 1t was Celia,
|who was thus carried to her early grave.
Consumption had fixed in her fair and
ltoo sensitive bosom, and like the can
lker in the rose bud, destroyed the fow-
Ter ere it fully bloomed or blossomed.
i Duke Frederick's anguish was keen
land lasting. II was long before ne lis.
tened to coincidence, and then only
lfrom:the sister who received Gela's last
words:-a blessing on her lover, and
an assurance that suffering and death
; themselves were thousand fold repaid
! lby the remembrance Of one delightful
Year of Joy.
, The town of Gelahausen, built on
; the spot where the innocent girl was
buried, was long and is still under q
modification of the same name, las
iIting testimony of the better feelings IN
1.-THE character of Frederick Barbarossa.