Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-01-28

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steed yiesin swiftness with the wind his
long plume and laced pelisse stream be-.
hind the gold upon his schako cutters
in red sun rays.
The Csptainl is mt1rnnnrred around,
The hussars mount, draw their saores,l
form line, and when. their Captain ap-
pears in their 'front.' they otter him the
customary salute. Z ar sst.
Breathless with fury and speed, at first
he cannot speak. Motionless in front of
the line, his sabre quivering in hand, he
is at a loss for words to express his indig-
nation. Before he can find them, four
hdssars quit the ranks; the youngest.
the same who tore up the sentence-rais-
es his hand to his schako, and addresses
his chief;
Welcome, Captain You come at the
right moment to accompany us to Hunga-
ry. Short time is there for deliberatlon.
Decide quickly. We will seize your hor-
SEES bride, and take you with us by force.
Well do we know that you come willingly;
but so will you avoid disgrace, should
defeat be our lot. You must go with us
by force. five succeed, yours the glory;
if we fail, the guilt is ours, since we COM
pei you Play your part. Defend your
self Cut one or two of us from our sad
dies, the first who lays hands on your
reins. see grasp it Strike, Captain
and with will
He did as he said, and seized the
horses bride, whilst on the other side, an
old sergeant laid hand on the name. The
horse stirred not
The captain gazed hard at them, each
in turn but he raised not his sabre to
strike. Behind him his forsaken bride
before him the mountain frontier of his
native land. On the one hand, heaven
of love and happiness, on the other. glo-
ry and his country's cause. Two mighty
passions striving against each other with
a giants force. The fierce conflict went
nigh to overpower him; his head sank
upon his breast. Suddenly blared the
trumpets in the rear of the squadron at
the martial sound his eager war horse
bounded beneath him. With awakening
enthusiasm the rider raised his head and
waved his sabre.
Forward, them he cried, in Gods
name
And forward he sprang into the river,
the two hussars by his side, and the clio
ven waters splashing in pearls around their
heads.
Forward, forward to the blue noun
tains
In frightening column the hussars, fol-
lowed across the stream-the horses
bravely breasting the flood, the bold ri
ders singing their wild Magyar ditty.-
But dark and gloomy was their leaders
brow, for each step led him further from
happiness and his bride.
In the midst of the troop rode George
of St. Thomas, in his hand the banner of
Hungary. His cheek glowed, his eye
flashed; each step brought him nearer to
revenge.
The troubled stream is once more still
led, the fir wood receives the fugitives,
their horses tramp dies away in the
darkness. Here and there from the dis
tant mountains, the herdsman's horn re-
sounds on their TANKS, the shepherd s
FIRE CLEANS like blood-red STAR.
Forward, forward
Back to thy lair, blood.thirsty monster, back
and sleep!
Let the forest grass grow over the ensanguin-
ed plain.
How much 10 destroyed, how much has passed
away.
How many good men who werc here, are here
no longer, and how many who remain would
grevo but little if they, too, were numbered with
the dead.
The hero of battles is once more n robber and
fugitive. The iron hand of the law drives him
from lands end TO lands end.
In tho mad house moPes captain Of tho hus-
sars, and ever rcpeats-WAlr BUT a MOMENT
Mono there can guess the meaning of his words.
Only George of st. Thomas is happy. He
sleeps in welcome grave, dreaming of sweet re-
nown and deep revenge.