Semi-weekly Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, South-Carolina) 1851-1852, 1851-03-28
TEE PRUSSIAN GIRL.
,Sa A Tale of Silcsia.

During the seven years war, the exertIons
Of the Prnssians IN that critical moment to sup.
port the failing fortunes of their indefatigabIe
monarch were truly worthy Of a luminous char.
scter IN the records Of history; hut they were
faf outdone by the public sacrifices which were
voluntarily made by individuals to repel the en-
croachmrnts of the armies of France in the
year ls06. Each family contributed, in differ.
ent ways, to the expenses Of the war; even tile
poorest hordes gave in their mite for the gener.
al good, though it deprived their families Of
naany a little luxury which tl.ey had before
been used to.
lin one Of the romantic vallies Of Silesia div.
ed young girl Of surprising beauty the
pride and delight Of her parents-wbose only
occupation was TO attend to their 1ocks and
bear the scant produce of their little farm to n
neighboring town. Ella, like the wild flowers,
had grown and bloomed in obscurity, adorned
and beautiied by the unerring hand5of nature.
She had seen but little Of the world until the
trump Of war sounded over the country, and
echoed discordantly amidst the recesses of its
solitude; and when, in consequence of her in.
qui6es, her father was obliged to tell her the
distracted state Of her native land, the indig.
nsnt hush and high heaving Of her bosom pro.
claimod how much she felt for her enterprising
sovereign and the brave people who were ar
rayed to defend his dominion.
aHeayen grant US The victoryw exclaimed
sle in the patriotic enthusiasm of her soul. 81
would, father,that nature had made women
strong enough to fight"
The old man only smiled a reply, and, kiss.
ing her rosy cheeks, bade her keep out of the
sight Of the soldiers.
The caution was scarcely needed. Ella
knew where to find one whom she might gaze
upon, and she gazed upon for hours and who,
though not dressed out in the trappings of the
military, was more to her than all the world
beside. She was soon ON the mountain slope
watching her herds, and listening to the mellow
notes as they flowed from the pipe of AdOlphe
a-a fine featured young man, who sat at her
feet gazing tenderly upon her smiling face.
g" That hair of yours, Ella" said he, laying
down the instrument-"I would give the world
for one little lock and he ran his fingers
through the glossy tresses as they hung luxuri
ously around her. finely moulded shoulders.
The wotld is not yours to give, Mr.. Adol.
phe," said she, archly but do you only love
me for my curls, which you are always prais-
iagg"
4 love you for yourself dear Ella; but
these rich ringlets which might grace queen,
I Ialmost idolize them, and yet you refuse to be-
stow upon me one little tress.'
Shave not reasoni Were to give YOU
q lock, / might never see you again; for then
you would have your idol by you and I should
be forgotten. No, Adolpbe-first prove your.
self worthy of the gift, and then you shall have
not only tress, bat my hand, too, il you de-
serve it."
"Tell me how to become worthy OF so es.
Unable gift, exclaimed the enraptured youth,
"and will follow the path which you will
point out"
"There it u.s." answered the maiden, point
Ing towards Breslan, and looking hor over fix.
edly in the face.
"And what am to do at Breslau p
"Join the brave men who are struggling for