The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-09-28

80 N"hhauc. ihF III our rear lies my iainef-
land To which the lancer answered.
.Noeh ist Pollen niehf rerioren' (.Poland is
moi YET lost.) Then he fired his pistol at US,
and commenced his war song.
The chasseurs followed fast upon the flying
aoo's OF the iancer's white steed. Forwards 7
c'ea our commander. Strike hard, my sons,
ior The honor of your fatherland., The word
~, was again Numbered forth Forwards l'-
linen came the dread shock-then throbbed
many hearts. as we firmly elutched our swords.
| spurred our willing steeds, and with loud
hurrah rushed upon the foe. But what men
can portray, or tongue describe, the mixed
sensation OF that momentl The rush was
made, there was no longer time for thought.
was that day mounted on wild unbroken
mare and when she heard the trumpet sound
the charge, the skittish jade broke from the
ranks, and hurried me EDWARDS directly to-
wards where the lancer was wheeling and
careering upon his well managed milk-white
steed.
De not SO rasbly valorous, my young COM
rade,' cried the veteran major.
would to heaven that my mare had UNDER
stood the warning words for il was this skit-
tish beast, and not exactly my hot courage,
which was hnrrying me into abe lions Jaws
In the same manner had she only few hours
before brought to US an unucky French chas-
seur, and delivered him into our hands, and
now II appeared very probably that French
man would again back this unruy brute.
The white lancer Witnessed my forced ig-
noble career, and laughing and uitering one
fhis bitter tests, he twrled his fatal lance and
stabbed me slightly. At this very moment,
and before he could repeat bis blow, the enc
my (most fortunate for me) was driven back.
Though probably the proud naughty French
merely intended to show their dsdain Of US by
turning their backs upon US.
The white lancer was, by this last beautiful
mangvre of the French, the rear. He coolly
dlsmounted to give breath to his smoking
steed, and then seated himself upon great
stone, and, as il in disdain Of our fanking FIRE,
began to eat his breakfast, as if he were upon
the parade ground Of the fatherland and had
heard the order Stand al ease
Look at this impudent rascal 7 and several
OF our irritated men dashed at him, but like
lightning, the lancer sprang upon his horse,
and flew laughing upon his fleet steed right
and lett, seeking for prey for his sharp lance,
and then miracuIously escaped from crowd
OF enemies, and reganed the ranks of our foe,
who, strongly reinforced, advanced again, and
then came our turn 10 retreat.
The lancer, upon his white greyhound gal
loped lightly over the field, fluttering his lance
as a hawk high in air quivers its wings ere it
stoops over its destined victim then he
laughed exultingly. Ho! no = cried he in
tones of derisoD, which Of you valiant Prus-
SLAMS will try his sabre against my lance p
Come on--come on, Prussians =
Many Of our braves, who had loudly swore
% ca. this lancer and ms u asy 81
his comrades laughed scornfuIly and said
I Az, ay, away with thee, my lad the lancer
will surely tickle thee under the rib
The brave young man disdained reply but
with sabre swinging to his wrist he left our
line. The lancer, perceiving his advance,
his lance, and in the middle space
between the opposing combatants they met,
and instantly exchanged cut and stab; but
neither rider fell; then they faced about,
sprang at each other again, and cut and thrust
with might and main. The firing ceased at
either side to watch the issue of the cham
pions strife Blood streamed from the young
lager first, for which he returned lusty blow,
and slightly wounded the lancer.
sHa! ha thou art a brave Prussian,' cried
the Pole such an enemy have never met
before. Come hther, comrade, thou must
drink out of my ,fasche.'
Il feel assured now that there is no deceit
in thee, said the jager, and will pledge
thee; and in full confidence he sheathed his
bloody sword and approached the Pole, VINO
had laid down his lance in the hollow oil ms
arm pointing backwards. The Pole held out
the fasche, then the warriors surveyed each
other with curious eye, and their horses lari
their heads together as if they also would
make acquaintance.
do MI n
brave, whether friend or foe said the Pole TO
the young Prussan
Here's TO your health, comrade, replied
the young jaeger, and as he took the jlasche,
added, though at this moment my sharp sa-
bre may perhaps have endangered it,
why, ay, the sabre bites keenly enough,
but thee and thine have often felt the sting OF
this good lance, and so far we are quits
If we gain victory to-day said the jaeger,
: how long do you think it will take us to
march TO Paris
sComrade, this is a matter we need not
speak about replied the lancer. Here, drink
once more out Of my .fasche; we are friends
yet
.Ay, but once we join our ranks we are
foes again.
Then they quietly turned their horses, and
at twenty PAGES, paff, puff went their pistols at
each others heads, as they galloped back to
reon their comrades.
The rattle of some thirty muskets from
thicket where Prussian fusileers lay in am
bush, was heard and the brave lancer aid his
white horse were seen TO roll upon the ground
together In moment the advanced guard
of the enemy was broken and took TO fight,
leaving the white lancer in our hands; he was
not quite dead, but raising himself with dy-