Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1845-09-19
From BuyrtT'S Christian citizen.
A OF WAR.

A writer, who was an eyewitness of the
arrival of a remnant of Napolean's army at
Dresden, relates the following heart-rending
anecdote:- .
The regiment of body-guards that %acquit-
ted itself 50 manfully at NIX, has, in
returning to Moscow, been altogether cut up
mostly by the frost. OF the whole reui-
ment, only about seventy remain.
Single bodies arrive by degrees, but in the
main in a most pitiable plight. When they
reach the Saxon border, they are assisted by
their compassionate countrymen,w who enable
them TO make the rest of the road in a car
riage or wagon.
On Sunday forenoon, | went to the Liner
seen Bad, and found a crowd collected round
a cart. in which som soldiers had returned
from Russia. No grenade Of grape could
have disfgured them as | boheld them, the
victims of cold. One of them had lost the
upper joints Of his ten fingers and showed
us the black stumpS. Another looked as if
he had been in the hands of the Turks; for
he wanted both cars and nose. Most horri-
bic was the look Of a third; ,chose cyes were
frozen. The cyelids hung down r%otting. and
the globes of the eyes were burst and pro-
truded out Of the sockets. Ii was awfullv
hldeous, but a more hideous object was vet
to present itself. Out of the straw in the
bottom of the cart, ! now beheld a figure
creep painfully, which one could scarcely be-
lleve to be a human being; so wild and dis
torted were his features. The lips were rot
ted away, and teeth exposed. He pulled the
cloak away from before his mouth, and grin
ned on us like a deaths head. Then he
burst out into a wild laughter-beran to rive
the command in broken French, in a voice
nearer like the bark of a dog, than ANYTHING
human; and we saw that the poor wretch was
mad from a frozen brain. Suddenly a cry
was heard, Henry, my |lienry!' and a Young
girl rushed up to the cart. The poor luna
tic rubbed his brow, as if trying to r~ecollect
where he was-he then stretched out his
arms to the distracted girl, and lifted himself
up with his whole strength. A shudderinr
iever-fit came over him. He fell and Law
brcathloss upon the straw. The GIRL was re-
moved forcibly from the corpse.-It was her
bridegroom
Could the father who is swelling the huz-
"a for the warrior, hare uiinessed that scene
could he have seen the dying maniac. the
lover and the loved, could he have seen the
hot tears of the distracted girl-felt the bit
tcrness of her soul, mcthinks if there Law in
his bosom a spark of latent feeling, the huz-
"a would die on his lips.
Mother! had that brOkcn-hearted being
first drawn its sustenance from your breast
had you first heard it lisp the name of
'mother'-had she been your idol ,-the an
gel of your dreams! the image of your imag-
nation, oh! had You seen her sky suddenly
darkencd by horrible clouds-had YOU listen
ed 10 the snap of her heart-strings-marked
her dcsolatc eyo-and seen your dearest 90
down to a dark and hopeless grave-and did
you know that all this woe and sorrow was
necessary to the warriors fame-was neces-
sary to the victor-Nothers! would you not
teach your little ones to regard the warrior
as an enemy to humanity!-to God!
Maiden You on whose polished fingers
the laurel wreath is resting, awaiting the time
when it shall deck the warriors brow-Nlai-
den pause! Pause, and ask him! what is
thy gloryr Is it in broken heartsl in the
wailings Of damned Spiritsl Is it in the
widows tear? in her sigh! in the soldiers
dying moani Tell me warrior, tell me-, ere
l add to your fame or glory.
d. w. D..
Avon, Conn. June 4, 1915.