Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1842-04-22
From the Ladies Gazette.
THE ROSE OF ST. CECn.E.
TRANSLATED from the French

There lived, in 1905, in the h,tlc viii
lage of Majorada, Spanish mule,cer and ii
young girl, whose station in life was not
more elated than his, she being servant in
an inn, called the Golden Fountain. These
two young people had been children toqcth-
er, and when they reached what is called in
England the years Of discretion, had loved,
told each other their love, and the day OIL
which our story commences tic VOWS of cer-
nal fidelity had passed between them. The
time was fixed for the nuptials. In the
mean time. Napoleon had sent "A French ar
my into Spain. Although Ii'yorably rccciv-
ed al first, it was not long ere it met with re-
sislancc. The mulelcer, Francisco, was not
the last TO arm IN defence of his county,
In vain did lnczcla enircat her lover not to
leave her. Determined to perform his duty
to his country, Francisco was nexorabc.-
When the day Of separation arrived, and
the guerilla went to pay his last visit to lne-
celia, he found her upon her knees before a
little Madonna. He knel, a, her side, and,
after uttering short prayer, handed her a
white artificial rose.
"Arise !" said he. "This is the rose Of
St. Cecilc. The Bishop of Barcelona gave
it to my mother, the day of her marriage
Keep i, in remembrance Of the poor mulol-
Ger; it will bring happiness to us both"
With these words the young Spaniard tore
himself from the arms Of his mistress, and
rushed from the apartment. Oppressed witt
the weight of her grief, size fell upon hel
knees, pressing against her breast the sacred
emblem OF their love; and when Francisc,
turned his head to take a last look, he saw
the afflicted girl already praying for hi;
return.
After the siege Of Sargossa, the bands o
guerias scattered through the mountains
were broken up, and Francisco took the roa,
to Majorda, and arrived the "a October
1901, at the little village of AlcovenChls. I
was late when h reached the inn, at whicl
fatigue compelled him to halt for the night
When he entered the "posada," he found i
occupied by two officers Of French Dragons
who, with their legs stretched out upon chair
were silently smoking their pipes. The gu
erilla frowned, as he recognized the detes,c,
uniform, and carefully wrapping himself NJ
in lis cloak, took seat at the further end o
The room.
The youngest of the two officers land hi
pipe upon the table.
Here we are at last" said he, sin ,hi
Spain that our university dreams clothed i
so much poetry. Well, well, must comics
the women are beautiful"
EYES," replied the other, "but you wi
onfess that you have been deceived in then
1t is hard that rouc, with SO much skill q
you possess, should be- made to capilulate be
fore the virtue of the servant of Spanis
inn."
The guerilla became more attentive.
Not so, my FRIEND" said the one vii
had commenced the conversation, "lhe fol
tress was well defended, but il was it, and n,
], that capitulalcd. However, upon m
honor, that servant should have been ent
tied to the crown of white roses at Maio
da."
The glass that Francisco held, cracke
between his fingers. lie stretched his han
over the liable next to him, and taking up
knife, carefully examined its point.
"Have you a proof of victory" aske
the other dragoon.
A" proof" muttered Francisco, betwee
his teeth.
The officer turned his head towards I'll