New-York daily tribune., 1844-01-10
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TRANSLATED FOR THE TRIBUNE.
THE COUNT OF HApsBURG.. BALLAD.

ana all INC Electors, tt!S St'StI-
Encircle their Sun, and eagerly stand
To seryc at the boerd for the lord Of the land,
Like the choir of the planets in heaven.
And gaily around in the balconies high
The thousands were joyFully thronging,
And Justify rang The clarion cry,
The shouts of the million prolongins
For now had been ended that ynaddening STRIFE,
That kingless age, with rapine so rife,
A knight a gain rud Tor the Roman;
No longer might govern the blind iron spear,
No longer the weak and the pcaccablc fear
A robber, assassin, Or oeman.
And the Cesar upraised bis goblet of gold,
And spoke with a heart fall Of eladness,
Bright glis,cns the festal-board bright as Of old,
To rouse up the soul from its sadness.
But the minstrel miss, that herald OF JOY,
Whom song and the smiles of the maiden employ,
And god-like his wisdom and tender,
For thus was wont, when youth was yet bright,
And what then did, end lo7'd as knight,
As Cesar l caanot surrender
And sec one Inoves from the circle Of knights.
Long robes from the minstreI are lowing,
His sirery locks outsparklo the lights,
Though rapid h;s winters are going.
Sweet harmony sicepctIl on golden strings,
Of love and its rapture the minstrel sings,
OF love that is fit for vestal,
The highest the hear, or the sense desires;
But tell me, what thought for the Caesar inspires,
A strain to ennoble his estal 2
"No bounds TO the minstrel Rudolph gives
smile on his lips was the token;
He swore by the Lord, the greatest that lives,
An oath that may never be broken.
As when in the air the stornr-wiilJ roars,
Man knows not whence The 1clugo it pours-
As the springs Of the bottonless ocean
E'cn thus dola the song from It's inner tides roll.
And pile up on high the waves of the soul,
That sleep in their slcw-rocking motion.
And the spirit OF Song rushet! over the strings,
As he swept the loud chords with his fingers
"a knight outroda to the forcst''--hc sings
"To hunt where thc mountain goat fingers
Behind him his page wild. the darts of the chase,
And onward his charger with stately pace
Came down to a brook-and listen =
A tiny bell tin',lcs across his race;
A priest with his host is coming apacc,
Before him on trips the Sacristan.
The Count then aligllted from horse to earth,
And lowly obeisance was given,
To honor the God, who gave him birth,
And pointed a world toward heaven.
A brooset was rushing along the field,
And swollen with all the mountain could yield,
The track Of the pilgrim oorlading;
Apart md devontly he laid the pyx down,
He suippd of the shoe, and he roirdup the gown,
To cross the mad torrent by wading.
what dost t,rou 2 shouted the Count, alive
And eyeing the father in wonder.
isire hasten the dying to slriye,
His thread ia just swapping asunder.
But as draw nigh TO the bridge Of the brook,
IT is swept by the ioods-!low madly, look,
Its fragments the eddies do handle.
The dying love and the dying would feed
And over this brook to hasten my speed.
Must wade it, when stripp'd of my sandal.
The Count then yieldeth his knighty stsed
The gcm-studdcd bride is given,
To comfort the sick, and the dying to feed,
And speak TO the mourncr of heaven.
Tho knight for himself on his pages nag
Hot drives the gazellc TO the hristling crag.
Nor the priest on his Grand did idle:
With thanks and with prayers full curly next lnorn
To the castle that nettlesome courser is borne,
And kind is he led by the bride.
God ever forbid said the humble young Count
That steed to the battle be driven,
Or wild for the chase courser mount,
Which once 10 my Maker was given.
Then go, my far stced, no more TO tho strife,
Remain thou vowed to God for thy life,
What service He ever may merit;
From Him possess, in the tenure of lord,
My honor aud wealth, my body and blood,
My soul, my Life, and lny spirit
And ever may God, that almighty rock,
Who heareth the waling OF swallows.
To honor conduct you, and shield in his flock
The knight BIS glory whc follows.
May kingdoms run over the cup OF your bliss,
And rule You knight in the land OF the Swiss,
May six fair daughters caress YOU;
And OH" said the minstrel--hc spako like a god
May six noble crowns spring out of your blood
And unborn millions yet bless YOU
Silent the Cesar sat, buried in thonght,
And the days Of his youth drew nearer:
And now, as the eye Of the minstrel he caught.
The song with lis burden grew clearer.
The face Of Chat priest he knew tj, well,
And the bic hot tears, that gushing did swell.
In the folds Of his purple did cover:
And thousands then turn'd-no more they need
And gezsd on the Count, who did that deed
To honor The name Of his Saviour
NorE BY ,chnai who fas left MS ,hi. arec
dote also informs that the priest who KID this adventure
" ith the Goant OF nrshus. aerwayd became Chanai Z,
the of NeGtz a,6 heEeSt election or En-.
which succeeded the oag reTreguum coatrihu,4d
~uch 10 t,ectrC tbs thoughts Of that pfinceeec;or te
Coau. Of ltsbus Respecting the history of he times
may rnll ta, su well aware ti' fhe Bohemia did not
dolph.
AN ILLINOIS WEDD.NG.-"W-ill vou take this
woman 10 be your welded wife p said magistrate,
who was placing the indissolUble knot OF natrimo-
ny on . couple mutually attached 10 one another
wall, swar, squire, said the srooin woasli
looking customer, YOU must be u darn green 'un 10