South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1836-07-16

~ gi0Weo III nef eyes ne forgot inc
world, life, and Poland herself, in that
momen, of ecstacy. He took her in
his arms, kissed ill his soul seemed
stamped in that last embrace ; he kiss
ed her once more, again and again.
But the sound of farewell struck on
her ear, and he was gone
iii.
Our patriots, though exiled, still
nourished the hope of delivering their
native country. Their project was to
commence war, similar to the Guer-
rilas in Spain, to be prelude to the
general instruction, and, at least, TO
preserve, always, the spirit Of revolu-
ton and freedom in the country, and
to show the nations of Europe, that the
Poles could never be wholly enchain-
ed. This was called the war of the
Partisans. Their number, however,
was too small, though their sacrifices
were so great. They we're obliged to
hide themselves in the woods or to
fight but very small detachments Of
the Russian troops.
Nicholas, to defeat their projects,
and deprive them of the sympathy Of
Europe, proclaimed them as robbers,
and punished them as such. The glib
bet was, and is, alas until this time,
the tecompense OF the Polish patriots.
A small detachment Of Partisans
attacked the city of Jozefaw, in the
palatinate ofLublin. They knew not
the state Of the enemy, ill the light
enings Of the firing revealed their num-
bers. They continued, however, slow.
ly to retreat, constantly and fearlessly
firing. The Russians fell in great
numbers, and three only Of the Parli-
sans, were missing. They, being W oun~
ded, fell into the hands of the enemy.
"Ha we have some of those bird
catchersS at last" said they, as they
advanced 10 the PROSTATE forms, OF
those who had fallen, content to re-
venge the death of SO many Of their
companions on these. But two we're
already dead Of their wounds, and in
the third, the remains of organic life
still fingered, but his brow was pale
and spectre like no soul beamed from
his eye. He seemed like the magic
lantern, with no light within.
And this was Casimir but, alas !
how changed
"And what, shall we do with this
fellow :" said the Cossack CHS las.
hour seems near, and yet the Poles are
the very devils, he may yet revive and
murder u.s."
"God aud St. Nicholas preserve US
from g" cried the other, and ad-
dressing the captain sit is better to
kill him ; one blow Of my lance will
Suffice"
"But the order of his Majesty is
that they shall be hung. We will
build here gibbet, and show the peo-
pie Of Jozefaw how our emperor can
punish the rebels.''
Nv.
Al an early hour the mex. morning,
the multitude had assembled TO wit
ness the death of patriot. But they
came not from curiosity, not even will.
lingIy, to witness that horrible specta-
Gle, but by the stern orders Of the des-
pot.
No tumuIt was heard, solemn and
mysterious silence reigned over the
crowd. All thoughts dwelt on the
glorious remembrances of two years
before and they looked at the hero
as holy Offering, a sacrifice on the
altar of freedom. Sad, horrible offer
ing /! the offering OF blood aud life
Tne deed was done; and he, so
young, so proud, so beautiful, had died
the isnominious death of the gibbet.-
Well for him, that with his weakened
frame, he knew not OF his dreadful
death.
Proud spirit with plumes SO ligh. |!
soaring so high; and thoughts so pure !!
Thou vast destined TO other chimes.
The crowd was yet silently strug'
gfing to hide their emotions, though
from some, signs were heard, and from
some, tears, burning tears ,scorning the
commands of the despos, rolled free
and unsubdued TO the urn Of national
sorrow and distress.
But one loud voice was heard from
the crowd il was long a piercing,
sorrowful cry-a woman's cry ; from
whose breast i. may be imagined.
On the evening ofthe same day, the
body Of the warrior was buried under
his gibbet. The ministers OF God Of
fered no prayers for his soul no ga
Die plumes waved over bis corpse no
martial music the muflled drum and
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