The Columbia Democrat. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1837-1850, 1841-02-06

1H'SOs ny ooh' oOd hOip tbSO,toi OtiiVt
help is there none!' In sore and terrible
anguish, that mother clasped the boy to her
heart, hot tears fell upon his WASTED face.
as her long thin fingers smoothed back his
shining hair, while her voice, hollow and
broken, uttered "Bread ! for my children,
give me bread ! Her eyes wandered heav-
ly 10 her eldes, born; he stood with arms
folued,gazing forth gloomily upon the chan
ged and famished fellow-nlen beneath him.
.Petro, aon, how is i, with thee!' said the
mother with fal.ering voice, for she shrank
from the answer.
Mother, mother, what am II Our city,
our fair city will fall The willy venitian,
and the relentless Christian will triumph
over her; and Oh, God the brave men who
have borne SO uncomplaningly, will be Gu,
down as foul things tha! cumber the path
Of the victor Oh, Ancona, Ancona, how
freely would / pour forth ,hc las. drop OF
my blood could save thee = and the proud
soldier bont his head TO conceal the burning
tears that gushed from his eyes. The heart
of Agnes thrilled within her bosom; some
thing of a mothers pride, even in that hour
of agony, mingled in her yearning love as
she looked upon her frsS born. In all An
! coma there vas none more beloved and es-
teemed, than Pielro viscon,i; lofty, and en-
lhnsisstic by nature; clear judging. and en-
ergc!ic Of purpose--he was admired for his
indomi,able courage, trusted for his skill,
and loved for his courteous bearing; already
he held high command in the army. and,
but that his own was involved in that Of his
native city, the future had been before him
full Of hope and promise. He mourned
Ancona. Alas the light had gone ou! from
his own eye, the color from his lips, the
strength from his frame; hunger was knaw.
ing at his hear, strings and the mother, a.
he sank, exhausted upon the cushions, al
most feared him to see him lie before her.
u Enrico slept; she moved him gently from
her arms; i, was fearfully like death ,ha
profound and heavy slumber, yet Agne,
blessed tit brough. forgetfulness. She
, rose up, bnt ere size left the room nader
entered Of some twenty summers, it wal
, Eudora, the beirothed Of Pieiro. The darl
. eye OF the pale girl glanced mournfully up
, on her lover, and then rested upon Agnes
How fares i. with you al!'she said sadl.
/. and the low tones Of her sweet voice wer
o broken, and faint The mother shook he
head despondingly, and as she moved from
the room she pointed TO Pie,ro. 'ComfoE
a him. it was all the reply. Pietrs's fac
% was buried In his hands; Eudora stole softl
q iowa ard him, and she laid her own han
d trembling upon his Cheer up,mine owl
,r there is yet hope! Put your trus. in Go
20 who will never suffer our wicked enemies
n triumph Pie,ro uncovered his face, an
4 looked into the soft, and tender eyes III;
III were beaming upon him. the color cam
a family over his wan face, as he took III
10 young girl into his arms and blessed her:-
No uu HCfSi iOfOt 81 taii1 anu WI
as derly nurtured too you never complain
a, from the first you have been unselGsh, al
W cheered me when my heart was sinkir
p. in despair; but Eudora can hope no 10
v. GER
ed Hope on 7 she answered, we may r
ng ceive the expected succors ere the night
: over; Oh for your mothers sake, and (
in the sake OF that young sleeping brother
,e, hope on =
lie, 'Eudora, I have looked upon feari
- scenes this night-helpl woman and ch
in dren, and strong men, stretching out tn
ere ghastIy hands TO God and shrieking
he bread tho cry went down into my hea
Of and il stiAed every feeling but despair
"a Eudora renbled as she listened to wor
we like these, from one who had borne so bra'
ike ly, and uncomplainingly the evils of his |
de- and he was fearfully changed within the !
I'm; few hours-so worn, SO feeble, so ute
lad exhausted: the tears ran over her face,
9Th though she struggled hard to subdue the
no. Pieiro drew her toward him, and kissed
mr. male cheek, and quiyeripg lps, DO