The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1851-06-06

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as The Hungarian proverb says.
The bride was fair and DELICATE lad,
with abundant black locks, pale neryou,
countenance, and blue eyes Of that un
usual luslre which one only finds only in
| Polish blue eyes. AT sight of her lover
her alabasler cheek was overspead witt
the roses Of loves spring.time and her
eyes beamed like the rising sun.
The bridegroom would fain have ap
peared cheerful; but il is hard 10 deceive
I the gaze Of love, which reads the DO.
loved ones trouble in each fold of the
brow, in each absent glance of the eye
Tenderly she approached, him, smootbed
his forehead's wrinkles with her hands
and imprinted kiss in their place. But
again they returned. .oG
"WIRf ails' thee, dearest? How is
thisg Sad on the eve Of our wedding,
day?" no a.
81? Nothing ails me. But am anoy.
ed at an incident casual,y--which I
cannot postpone. The courl-martial has
condemned a man TO death. | have Just
signed the sentence. The man is to be
shot tomorrow; just on our bridal day.
| would il were oiherwise" .s
"The man is doubtless a criminal2"
"AccordiDg 10 military law. He has
been debauchng soldiers from their duty
exciting them TO desert and return
home and fight the Serbs Death is the
penalty of his crime.
Sand you have signed the sentence?
Are you not Magyar Love you NOT
your native land?" "
II am soldier before everything. l
respect the laws"
"Impossible! You, who love SO well,
cannot be devoid of that most ennobllng
kind of patriotism" ...........
81 can love, but | cannot dream. OF
the maxims and principles OF revolution
lists, Understand not word; but this
much know, revolutions never end
well. Much blood, little honor, eternal
remorse."
'Say not eternal romorse, but eternal
hope. Hope that time MUST come,
which will compensate all sufferings and
sacrifices" 1 ,r
The fair enthusiast quilted her BRIDE
groom's side, seated herself at the piano,
and played with feverish energy the well
known song,
ssNoch let Pollen nicht verloren!,
her eyes flushing through tears. Her
lover approached her, removed her hand
which irembled with emotion, from the
keys nf the instrument, and kissed it.
"Poor Poland! Welmay thy daugh,
tiers weep over thy fate; but alas! in vain.
| was lately in Pesth. Passing along a
street where house was building,
noticed amongst The laborers a woman
carrying stones 10 and fro Upon her head,
for the use of the tiasons. Twice
,hrice-I passed before her. The sweat
s,reamed from her tace; her limbs could
scarcely support her. She was no longer
young, and the toll was severe. This
woman once possessed a palace id War.
saw---far, far more magnificent than the
house that she was helping TO build. lis
portals we're surrounded by a princes
coronel; and many arc the Joyous hours !
have spent beneath It's hospitabe roof
When, at the sound of the MONDAY bell,
she seated herself at her wrelched meal,
/ accosted her. For a long time she
would not recognize me; then she turned
away her head and wept The other
women only laughed at her. offered
hermoney, she thanked me and took
very little. She once the mistress of
millions, besought me TO send the re-
mainder TO her little daughter, whom she
left dependant on a rich family in dis.
iant town, ! promised In seek out her
daughter. When | had last seen her,sh
was lovely child, six years of age
Eight years had elapsed, bringing her to
the verge of womanhood. reached
the house. In answer to my inqnirles, a
girl appeared-not that fair and delicqte
being whose sweet coutenance still dwell
in my memory, but rude creature, with
hard coarse features and wild eyes. She
did not recognise me, often though she
had seen. me. spoke to her in Polish;
she understood not word. asked
after her mother, she stated vacantly in
nv face. u
Truly, the fate of Poland, is terrible
example Of what nation may expect
from IFS neighbors when it engages in a
struggle with one more powerful than
itself, and woe to The Magyar ifhe does
not profit by the exnmplev' q 'sied
p. "Ah!it is no Magyar who can talk
thus!" ni rgoln1 0lF'sputg QlW oi
= "Anna! thy first husband fell in battle
on the morrow Of thy wedding day =
Would'st thou lose thy second bridegroom
on its eve?'' 'og ltt17ol ia ,Tpuii 4
81? With contrition I avow my culpa.
Bile weakness, love you more than nv
country. more than liberty. Uhtilto day.
no man ever heard these words from a.
Polish woman. | wish you to sacrifice
.yoursclfy Did you seek 10 do so j should
surely holdlyon back--which no Polish
wife ever vet did ia her husband. All III