The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1840-11-27


still at the head of the Odas. But instead of my
regiments, saw only lamp, hurrying towards
: me- Warm tears, wild sobs, and fond embraces
told me who it was that came to search for my re-
mains among our fallen warriors. Olympus, after
lingering through the hours of the combat in I'M
speakable agonies, had at length heard ofmy fall
and Drawing the terrors of the Sultans proclamation
against all who paid honors to the dead rebels,
had come to seek for me. One corpse still lay
heavily across me, which attempted to remove.
The lamp showed me his face it was Ogous.-
My scmetar had coven him from the forehead tn
the chin. ! never re]oced more in my pre-emin-
ence in workmanship. There was one traitor the
less in the empire. had so far served my coun-
try.
And now, Milford Angais, have told my tale.
hear the horn that tells ne the goats and cattle
are returning those are my only troops now; but
as they will neither awake the jealousy of suItans,
nor rise in rebellion against myself am satisfied
with their command.
After all was over | determined never TO set
foot in Stamboul again. believed the vizer, and
never believed myself born TO be trampled on
either by the Russian or the Austrian. had lived
a,Janizary, and tried, as you see, to die one
But, what is written is written. | was destined 10
be Servan vine dresser, and to take off my bon
net to Prince Misosch. So be it,
The Janizaries are no more, the turban is no
more, the Osmanli is no more, the empire is no
more Why then should Soliman Aga complain,
that instead of riding an Arab charger, he marshals
sheep and instead of sleeping on embroidered
cushions in perfumed chambers, he sleeps on pill
low of heath, and has no better perfume than the
roses and woodbincs round his Window
| Now, come TO my cottage, and taste the sherbel
Of Colonel of Janizaries. have pronounced the
name of Stamboul for the first time these ten years.
have now pronounced i, for the last time of my
life. 1t is no more.
The noble soldier led his distinguished guest TO
the table, where all the simple hospitality of a life
in the Scrvian forests did not prevent the mixture
of elegance. But the arranger of that table was
Greek. Olympas, in the rural dress ofServia, was
still lovely lofty-counenanced, vivid and hap
py being. The hour passed quickly in the varied
conversation suggested by European topics but
of the Osman Snliman stad nothing ""d ,,""I
hear nothing. "What is written is writ'en,' said
he {" the empire of Gilman is dream"
lie accompanied the traveller to the ridge of
hill, from which the road to Vienna lay before him
10 a vast extent, winding through forests and over
hills, and coored under the evening sun, like the
train of a vast serpent in all shades Of gold and
crimson. They took leave Of each other as friends
of years. The traveller paused Some word at
parting" said he. 81 have influence at Consan-
iinope. you are wearied of forest life, why not
return' | can ensure not only your safety but dis
iincon."
| Soli,nan's check flushed for moment but the
hectic passed away "When that sun rises in the
West" said he emphacally, " then will Consan-
tinople be the place for me and mine. Its day is
done. All things perish: the oak only later than
man. the pyramids only later than the oak, the
earth only later than the pyramids Why then
should the empire of the Nosem live for ever /?
But you must not take with you the idea that the
NIoslcm cannot bear adversely. am the reverse
Of disconnected.
"What YOU now see me, is what often wished
TO be when was loaded with honors specialized
on the vzership, and was on The next step to the
stiIrup of the seraskicr. Man cannot eat jewels,
and have none but have corn which can eat
IIarems are expensive, quarrelsome, and iiresome.
have but one wife, and till can find the equal
of her beauty, spirit and heart shall never wish
for another. You have seen Olympias and need
therefore say nothing more of the ease with which
am satisfied. Though ten years have passed
she is still the handsomest wife in the Balkin |
have children, who see that their father is thrv-
ing husbandman, and shall learn to think il better
to live like men, than wear their heads at the mer
cy of Sultan, their hearts in their hand, and their
consciences in the pockets of the cadi Farewell.
The sun goes down in half an hour, and you must
gallop hard to reach the posl-house on The mount
AIM ErFENDI.