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

| DWODt VOttU W III uCvCk hOt0 pSNO"R0-
ny me-" She heard rustling among
| The leaves, and turning quickly round,
she bsheld the figure Of her lover, a
! youth dressed in the uniform of Pc.
/ lish lancer.
"To-morrow," said he, 81 go: it is
the day appointed for our Instruction.
Dearest, we shall meet no more but,
remember your Casmir, who left you,
only for his country"
"Farewell, my beloved" said Ha-
lima, as she gave him banner, "take
this and fight under it's shadow it is
gift to Poland, from her unhappy
daughter"
She sighed deeply, but she wept not.
Although she sacrificed to her country,
her Casimir, her idol, her world, she
wept not-she was Pole.
"This flag" replied he, "the work
Of thy gentle fingers, shall be my a.
venging angel 10 the day of battle. And
| when return it shall be dyed with
the blood of the Russians. Oh !
will never be unworthy Of the gift"
Sand let it be, also, your guardian
angel, for in It's embroidery are en-
chained many drops of my soul, many
tears. They will guard you in the
hour of danger. May the blood Of the
enemy, not thine, dye this flag, and,
at thy return, will crown thee with
laurels. Blu. if thou shouldest per-
ish -----"
The words died upon her lips, and
the burning tears rolled down her an
gelic face. And now she was wo-
| man.
Again he embraced her, and bind
ing the blessed flag to his lance, dis
appeared like vision. Halina gaz-
ed after him, till the faithful flag, only
Visible, seemed waving its last fare.
well to its sweet mistress.
ii.
Again il was morning. But the air
was chilly and dark !; clouds overhung
| the old mansion like messengers Of
i'll; rain poured heavily down, as if
even the heavens were weeping. Ha.
lima Thoughtful and weary, was again
in the summer house, for, what was
storm or sunshine 10 her without her
| beloved ? And so calm and holy an
air pervaded that spot, that she sought
it daily. The balsam of love seemed
| still to linger in the air she had breath.
ed with Casimir the trees seemed still
TO echo the adieu he had once uttered |
beneath their shade.-ln the half
year that had elapsed in his absence,
all had changed but the summer house,
and the soul that dreamed within.
Hope had ceased to finger in Poland i;
| the land ofkosciusko was in bondage.
The revolution passed away like the
visions Of a young dreaming soul.
Again Halina wept bitterly, but her
tears were holy, they fell on the altar
of patriotism wept for her native
countryside was Pole.
And yet when she thought of one
brave defender OF that country, and OF
his uncertain fate, tears OF passion may
have mingled with those Of patriotism
she was woman.
AT this moment stranger appeared
among the trees. Halina's heart, the
watch of her soul, that seemed 10 tell
of the approaching hour of happiness,
beat stronger and stronger as he APP
preached with torn garment and pill
grim's staff 10 his hand.
ooh, my Casimir--they have not
unclaimed my Casimir-but why is
he in this garb {"
| "It is the dress Of Polish pilgrim
mot so fair as the warriors, but moi
the less honorable. Our swords are
broken, but our hearts are not. l have
come, my Halna, to behold you once
more-but, alas to say again, fare
well. 1 will depart on pilgrimage,
rather than bow my proud heart TO the
despot. Yes, we will wander through
the world, and invoke Justice and ven
geance. Let the nations of Europe
see the projects OF tyrants, and ,rem-
BILE from our example. Adieu +! yet,
again we shall meet in happier days.
The hope is not gone."
But echo answered in sepulchral
tone, "gone."
"And will you leave me again Z"
said she.
sob! weep not, my Halina, that /
| 60, what will be our life withou, free
| dom ~
They conversed yet awhile. Tha.
which they spoke l will not repeat
l will not intrude into that sanctuary
of the heart--not violate that mass OF
the feelings. How many thoughts
| they had 10 communicate in ona honr