The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1850-11-30
DAILY CRESCENT.
A Thrilling story--IncIdonts in Russia.

anu o'iitni9 IN'hOii vi CltyJ llCoi AlC Shu'Sh
ST Sophia.
In front of the ranks stood General | -, a
tall man of fifty, remarkable for his correct car
rlage, meagreness, sallOw complexion, and large,
gray, restless eyes. He was known throughout the
camp for his bravery, of which he had given many
brilliant proofs in his campaigns IN turkey and
Persia; it clear that domestic infelicilles had
soured his temp n, that his heart had become
hagdened by the frequent applications OF adlsci-
pne, degrading in its nature and often horrible IN
ls effects Gen. L. had become terror TO the SOL
dlers, and scarcely day passed IN which his com
mand was not sgnalIzed by acts of such severity
as well deserved to be called ierociOus
1t is known that this man cherished profound
attachment for young girl, the daughter of an old
companion in arms, killed in battle He adopted
the orphan child brought her up with care, and
never allowed her to be separated from him. And
She though grateful for the kindness of her father,
by adoption, not the less governed by an ire
sistlbe feeling of COnsraint when in his presence,
the result Of his stern brevity Of speech, inn riOus
manner, and cold severity of his aspect. She was
known among his troops by the expressive name of
SOLowIovA, Nghingale,) gwen to her in recog-
milton Of the grace with which she sang the wild
pathetic ballads of The Scavonians.
Solowova, to please the Genera appeared at the
reviews. One day she was sitting at a window OF
the Generals quarters, in the ground
floor whence her eye ranged along the eXten ded
ranks-and bright flush overspread her features
as her glance rested for moment on the handsome
features OF young Surgeon Major Ivan POlovoi,
"nOSe manly IOIul NdS ser OIL 10 d rare advantage
by the simple uniform Of his military grade.
Cen l.. passed and re- passed along the front line
OF the battalion without single word, but with a
trowning brow and angry expression his fea-
lures, for he perceived that some of the men were
absent Suddenly was heard the slow and mufiled
beat Of drum, and from the extremity of the plain
advancing band Of soldiers each carry
ing in his hand one OF those long rods which are
still used in the Russian service the tool of a
hateful punishment. At this sight the General
turned in amazement to his aids, and in a voice of
thunder demanded who had given the order, and
who to be the victim.
sergeant, conspicuous by his scared and
lvld countenance, darted before the General,
snatched from him his sword, struck him on the
face, and coolly answered, You I'
At these words an electric shock seemed to pass
along the ranks, and CLEAN Of hate lighted uD
the habltuaIly passionless features Of the By
spontaneous movement the officers advanced
from the line TO the rescue of their commander but
in a moment they we're seized, thrown to tie
ground and menaced by half a score of bayonets.
Ivan was alone exempted, for his humanity had
won for him the affection of the troops. grena-
der who stood near him whispered in his ear,
Whether the nightingale sings or remains s-
lent, do not move. word single step, and you
are dead
Recovering from his stupor, General L. grasped
with each hand one Of the bayones pointed at his
breast, turned them aside with a powerful effort
and cried out, with ierocious glance along the
line To your knees, vile brutes, and beg for
mercy, or there will not be skin enough on your
backs to expatiate your crimes"
A savage chuckle was the answer to this threat
and the sergeant with trghtul tranquility, which
indicated a settled purpose, said
Every one OF US knows the doom that awaits
hun, and is prepared to sacrifice his life When
your sentence is fulfilled we shall 90 before Gen
SuroH, the Governor OF Novogorod we shall lay
at his feet your sword, belt, ORDERS and what re-
mains OF your body, and we shall say to him,
Gen. l.. was tiger; we have slain him here
are our weapOns, await punishment -
And thus saying, the sergeant tore away the Gen
erals ePaulettes, and tramPed them under his
feet.
These decorations belong not to you, he con-
tInued So knot should be borne by the execu-
toner Remember the soldier BatsakoT, scourged
with rods for having been a moment too late in
presenting arms. Remember the old subatern
who Tor a spot on his uniform, ordered by you
from the ranks, and struck upon the face with your
whip until the blood down his cheeks. The
unhappy man frantic with rage and pain, lifted his
hand in resistance, and for this he was hogged and
sent, manned and dying, to Siberia"
The sergeant while he spoke, had continued
with a terrible composure, TO strip the General Of
his belt, his coat and his under garments.
That subatern, like myself, bore the name Of
Guedenof; we were born in the same hOve-he
my brother"
Spite of his indomitable firmness, the General
could not refrain from shuddering he listened TO
ths lshrul hccusatlon 70 eIuquent IN It's ca IN SIM
plci,y, SO passloniess IN lis preVlty. AS tor Solo
WloVa, sle mad looked on at hrst with vague won
der, unable TO comprehend the scene that passed
before hef ; pu, Wheh she sa" the IeheTa deprived
OF ms SWORD, ms UNIFORM torn away, MS form eX,
posed - tleh sn5 oegah 10 perceive the purpose OF
his a>Sallahts' ahG 10 understand mat ne was
uOomeu TO receive the egtaoihg punishment ne mad
50 often lnh'ceu; seized WIN horror, she rose to
her tret, Giasped her hands IN supplcauon, and
shrieked aloud in terror and despair.
ivan haG tlll this moment $1,000 ihoiiohess ana
SILENT b1t ne couu hot resist Ihe anguish OF her ne
loVed' ne forgot toe s'efh excitement ot the
troops, Tue Liopelesshess oI nus HlteHetehce' ana
ihaue sep l9r~aiu' put lle Iouu rug ol mus
ket was "eaIu-lEAS tlieM up n's afil'' tuIheu OH
MS heel GIEu,SiHeiy' atiu eII W ,lio s'ouu
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I,, t tna.I p I,,insd H., hi,oJ,P PCo e.
hs,j yybI rbendkarchisf gave fSrtb one ,erri.
bio crv an, fsIibv its side
Meantime General I, had been bound IN n gpn
rarriage drapgpd Ihrongh the ranks. and scourg.d
win r0ds the torture of which vas but the begIn-
ming of his punishment. He had scarcely reached
the extremity of the line, when voice exclaimed,
''Tn the ovens 4"
The unhappV general half dead with agony,
heard the words, and knew their hOrrd meaning.
One hundred voices repeated, To the ovens !. -
A mortal paleness Overspread his features; his
courage gave way he grOaned and begged for
mercy. But The hurrahs Of The battalion drowned
his voice, and Guedenoff, approaching him once,