The herald., 1837-02-02
The Robber's Love and Death.


olives, hills of evergreen and rich meadows to the far
remote herzon where the blue mountains of Sierra
Morena raise their snowy summits Inc pure plne
heaven of Spain extends his tent over this smiling
scenery This is the land which the Moors call their
Paradise lost !; and indeed if there is any country
which deserves this name it is these lovely valleys of
eternal spring. whose inhabitants have preserved the
simple and modest virtues of the old patriarchs.
Every evening, as soon as the brilliant light of day
has SUNK the young girls of the village hasten to free
place surrounded by ndens, near the chapel Of Saint
Y Ann. There come also the. young men, and at the
! sound of baskian drum, they amuse themselves with
dancing, unconcerned Of the presence of the holy wo-
man. whs can only smile at their innocent pleasures
!. as she looks down from her celestial residence
4 Sometimes one Of the girls sings an air, romance,
prasing the deeds and the true love Of some noble
Knght-for in this happy cline they are unacquaint-
ed with the sad tales of the north, which, related in
storming winters night at the Pickering fire in the
chimney, strike the listeners with horror and fear
The tale which always gains the most attentive hear
ers is the history of the love of Jose Hermann and the
fair Juana for under these So lndens has also the
unhappy girl spent the spring of her short life and her
grave Though not adorned with either tomb stone or
CROSSE the object Of frequent walks and pous pray
At the farther end Of the village stood formerly
small but friendly cottage where mother Theresa, the
widow Of soldier, lived with her daughter. Her son
had chosen the Of his father and quartered
in neighborng town. Fair Juana was the honor
Of the village-the endowments of her mind placed
her above the other girls She exercised the magic of
yOung-Sne
the girls and adored by the youths II she was de-
tanned by domestic duties from their parties it seemed
as the soul was wanting and for sometime past this
had happened oftcner than usual Her company grew
more and mo..s rare. Mother Theresa too remarked
the strange change in her daughter. Dear child be-
gan shs one evening, when the hour approached
which once called Juana to the dancing place-what
is the matter with you? You are not going to the
danclng-you neglect your domestic dutes-you for
got this morning to go to mass, (may all the Saints
pardon youD and yesterday evening did not hear
you praying-I fear
Oh no, mother, no.
you so pale as now--you seek the solitude-you ne
glect your friends and even your old mother for whom
you had formerly thousand little sorrows.
A tear dropped from the cheek of the old woman
Juana did not see it. She left the room, signing
The last beams Of the parting sun were gtering on
the distant nountainsJuana took the guitar and her
fair fingers the strings, which trembled like
the sighs OF airy spirits. Her eye sought in heavens
immense space the evening star. Suddenly sounded
through the calmness of night air bold wild me-
ledy-she listened, she trembled. The voice came
4 nearer-on the opposite hills appeared high, noble
figure, In the clothing of q kunter-a plume of hern
feathers waved from his hat. She left greath
the cottage hastened 10 the forest and directed her
steps to nninhabited hermitage. Here the hunter
came TO meet her. and pressed the almost GREATNESS
girl in his arms pushed the raven tresses from her
sweet face and kissed her red soft lips. He listened
10 the talking of the charming girl and to her ballads
and admired her tary form, when she danced the vo-
ul at last she cast herself his
arms and thor hearts beat together
Juana loved the hunter with the mighty power Of a
first passon-but notwithstanding, there
ments wnen she trembled at his embraces She was
full of love and confidence in the world, happy
so gay and innocent, and he stern and sad-he ha
ted mankind 2 he loved only her! Her aspect smooth
ed the early folds of his young foreheadIust such
a clio of sorrow dmmed his features casping his
arms around her neck, he asked:
Will yen be mine, Juana? Will you follow me?
do you swear to love me till death I
: fou Tighten me--your soul storms and is wild like
the sea! BE quiet, my Hermann.
ou are the-ralnbow which stands high over the
lit IS the sign OF peacc-peace 10 my soull
And who are you? Lo Hermann, you are for me
my friend, my lover the dearest man--but for my
mother, for the neighbors? Where is your country
( your home, your tent
Heaven is my tent and earth my shoe-t true,
have no home, but alas, no Lord Thy bosom is my
home Since have found thee am no more the
lonely wandering mani have won all-shall lose
all?
The nightingale sung her meodious air--the moon
covered hs face under cloud, and two young hearts
drank at first the full goblet of love-
On the noon of the following day, young man
rode IN full gallop, in solitary road TO the runs of
the convent OF San Lorenzo. He fastened his horse
70 pllarof the deserted gate and entered the waste
halls. Here he opened rap-door, and descending
small staircase, he found himself in large vault
where, by the light of lamps band of wild looking
fellows were discovered drinking and playing at dice
I or cards "The captain! the captain! all murInur-
ed but n was not the enthusiastic Joy which former
ly greeted the young chief An old bandit who COM
nanded In his absence, gave him account which
was by No means very pleasing When he ended
and the captain, whom we suppose, we have need
to Identify with the hunter still remained SILENT one
OF the band, an Italian, asked him. with sneering
smile
Glorious chief hope you will now favor US with
Tire tale of your deeds during the time that we have
been almost Lilcd by hunger and the third part Of
comrades hanged7
Dost thou think, miserable wretch replied he with
proni glance, that the of the mountains sleeps
II nc cares about other things than thy soup pot Let
the third part be killed, the double will arise mt the
sounds OF my hnnting-horni Comrades you want
money and proVlsions-wine and grls-you shal
have all. The star Of Tose Herman, shall obscure
this night, the moon!
He ordered well armed corps TO the hermitage.
where IL should meet IN the first hour of the pubt and
having gwen some further directions he mousted his
horse and parted. les
BHcno viale! cried Jeronmo, the Italian. Now all
a brolD forth in curses and mprecations. The cry.
~'We will deliver himp' was loudly applai,led I'm
medIately TeronImo sent to Toreno, to negotiate
with the magistrate for the delivery of the great rob
ber and he succeeded in obtaining pardon for himself
and his comrades. The magistrate charged him with
' guiding the troops.s,sa .-~,sA ~sAA aa~W
Night broke in. The moon rose and from the hills
sounded the long.expected, well known air which
called Juana 10 the embraces of her lover. e
But how much he changed That was no