South Branch intelligencer. [volume] (Romney, Va. [W. Va.]) 1830-1896, 1836-08-13

ed insults Of her enemies, end by en-
treating protection from the snares oil
the wicked. ,-...
"Be mine," said he, sand my arms
shall afford that protection you will
seek 10 vain from any other power"
She arose, saying 81 worship neither
fronts of brass, nor feet Of clay !, my
trust is in the Israel's God" Prating
fool your life is in my hands, and
dare you defy me7 "Trne, you may
kill me, but the Christian fears no
death, and in that you will only re-
store to me those sainted parents Of
which Russian butchery has deprived
me. Go, pander for baser monarch,
and no longer disturb my devotions."
Threats g. persuasions were alike fruit.
less. "There is no deed" said she,
'from which you or your nation weuld
shrink but my brother would think
lightly OF his life, purchased at the ex.
pense of his sisters virtue. Your
deeds are written 10 blood, and every
triumph but deepens The stain. Your
glory may dazzle for a while, but ii
will set in the starless night. BECOME,
| command you, nor think to bribe
Polish maiden.' He left her, swear
ing vengeance ; and in the execution
! Of which, be ordered a mental to bring
her forth for the amusement Of the
] soldiery, well knowing that female del
icacy shrinks from the public gaze.
She entered the camp calm and col
lscted, for If she had fenale gentleness,
it was united with masculine firmness.
Tauntingly she was asked 10 sing. 81
| used to sing" said she, "for my faith
er =: his spirit may be permitted to
hover near andrespond to the song Of
his child" Sac sung a little ballad
| composed by herself in prison. The
words were as follows:
! The sun has tinged the western sky.
| And cast its shadows far arouaa:
To God III raise the orphans cry
He heard the sound.
When through the gloomy cell / tread,
raise my feeble voice and sing,
To him who is the orphans Cod
| He knows their wren2.
And there is hope for misery's child,
! Where despot's banner never waved
Where monsters, virtue ne'er beguiled--
Gods power can save.
She ceased. The demon was convui-
sed with rage, and ordered her back to
await her wretched fate. Silently she
followed her conductor; but in passing
a dark hall, her hand fell upon slee-
ping sentinel's sword. She grasped it
he awoke not-& in her own dungeon
it drank the blood Of the same being
who first deprived her Of her liberty.
! Woman's Imagination is ever fertile.
Quick as thought she was arrayed in
the garb Of the fallen soldier, and pre-
sented herself before the common Jail,
demanding certain prisoners for the
qualification of his master. Their
names were given, g. some Of Poland's
bravest officers were again al liberty,
and among them fair Adelia's brother.
| Mine host, or lakeepsrs' Ways.-
| will conclude with a story told me
the other day, by Ken,ish gentleman,
Of an inkeeper's "ways" on the Dover
road. Two gentlemen having dined &
staid all night, called for the bill in the
morning,& one Of them happened to be
whhia ear-shot when the waiter went
TO the landlord 10 have it made out, and
overheard the following colloquy:
Waiier-Please, sir, the gemmen
In No. 5, wants their bill.
Landlord-Very well j: {taking
| down printed form, let me hear what
they have had. Waiter-Soup, sir.
Landlord-Soup; very well. What
sort was i, ? W aiter-Mock turtle.
Landlord-Mock turtle-three shil-
Iings. Did they make any remark a.
bout IT'D Waiter-No, sir /; only one
of them said it was very good.
Landlord--Did they eat OF il twice 7
Waiter-Yes, sir.
Landlord-Oh then, mock turtle
five shilIings !; now 60 on.
Wai,er-Eried sole & shrimp sauce.
Landlord-Fried sole, two shiIlings;
shrimp sauce, one--three shillings.
Did they make any remark about thatl
Waiter-One Of them said that the
fish was very fresh.
Landlord tndeedl then fried sole,
three shilings; shrimp sauce, one and
six -four and six. Now 60 on.
Waiter = Small leg Of Welsh mutton,
potatoes, and French beans.
Landlord-Nlulton, FIVE shillings !;
potatoes, one; French beans, five (;
rather early for French beans isn't it7