New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1852-09-13

The mem'riea cherish for yon-
Your friendship will never reproye them,
And their freedom from passion is not less true,
Than that time never remove them.
Louisville August "a, 1852. r.s.K.
Fron, til. Knictssbooler.
HILDEGARD.
EY DONALD MACLEOD.
Ich CLAUDE die Wellen verschlingen
Am Eude Schiller und Kahn:
und dass hat NIT ihren Singer
Die Lorelei gathan." EHEINE
sc Hundred thousand thunders!" cried the
Baron Won Katzenellenbogen, striking the table
in Arage.
'sCalm yourself, my good lordv' said Diet
rich klautz, his squire.
ga mink like that! shall burst with rage!
Get me a fagon of Marcobrunner p and the
Baron threw himself into huge arm chair, and
leaned his head on his hand, and his elbow on
the table.
Katzenellenbogen, as you all know, is now but
ruin; but in those days it was a mighty for
tress, a castle Of the most gothic nature COM
prehensible of the human mind. Huge battle
mented towers, stalwart as mountains; grim
dungeons, damp and unlighted save by q twi-
light that struggled through the grated wickets
of the doors; a mighty hail. hung with trophies
of war and of the chase loop-holes in the mas
sive walls for arbalast bolts to rain from; quaint
lancet windows, inteflaced roof beams, port
cullises, moats, and other matters orthodox and
suitable under the circumstances.
There it frowned from the hilltop across the
Rhine at Saint Goar, and the wild river reared
| along below, its powerful tide dragging spoils
from the shore into its dim waters.
Below was the holy shrine of Bornhofen, built
to our Lady by Broemser Won Rudesheim, who
| slew dragon, went to Palestine, and being
taken by the Saracen, vowed to dedicate his
only child to God, should he recover his liberty
But she, poor girl, had given her heart away to
human keeping; and when her father came home
and would have compelled her to take the veil
she threw herself into the swift Rhine, and wal
waters, and her pale face turned toward the sky
while the suicide soul went up and stood in hi
presence who had made it.
| Higher up the river, you saw stern Castl
| Rheinfels, also the Baron's property and wher,
the yexed waters flowed most furiously ant
writhed themselves into a whirlpool, was the
rock where the Lorele was won't to sit, comb.
ing her golden hair, or sweeping with white fin
gers the rayishing chords of a lutte, and ming
ling the enchantment of her weird, sweet song
with the ringing harmony of the strings. Anc
when the boatman saw and heard, he would for
get the wrathful maelstrom, and with his eye!
and heart fixed on the Undine, would be drawI
into the vortex, whirled round and round, anc
swallowed up in the fearful gulf, having for it
death-dirge but the weird, sweet song of til,
Lorelei, and the ringing harmony of the colder
strings.
That was the position of Castle Katzenellen.
bogen.
The Baron Of katzenellenbogen was larg
man. six feet of muscle and bone was he, Will
a true German foot, broad as barge and fla
as a founder, and brawny arm that coult
have broken the horn from the head of an OK
The Baron inclined to corpulence, and to VIC
lence, and to Marcobrunner, and to Rudeshei
mer, and to Lebfraumilch; in short, to any
thing that was potable except water. There
fore the Baron's nose was red, dubious an,
pulpy in its general look, with small, darl
veins meandering under the tight skin, like tn
tracery of mulberry leaf.
He had had an unpleasant day of it. In til
first place, he learned that party Of rich mer
chants had slipped by his very door, while th
sentinel was doing. He said, &c Himmel p an
had the sentinel hanged as an encouragement
to the garrison.
Then party who had been sent out to forag
were met by Otho Won Schoenberg, and nearl
cut to pieces. The Baron said, &c Donner,cei
i ter'' and broke the messengers head with
! flagon.
Not yet recovered from this he received new
that he was about to be placed under the impe
rial ban for plundering some servants Of tn
Cardinal Archbishop Of Cologne and this mad
him say, "Hagel sapperment "
|, Finally, his squire brought him letter
which Hildcgard Won Sails utterly and decided
,. refused and ahominated his proffered hand an
. heart, and expressed herself to the effect tha
' &c she would rather die first" This it was tha
capped the climax, and produced from the Baro
those memorable words found at the opening ,
this narrative sc Hundred thousand thunders
The Marcobrunner quenched his thirst witt
out nllaying his wrath; and driving his squii
from his presence, he strobe furiously up an
{ down the room, meditating condgn vengeane
. upon every body in general and Hildegard
particular.
ssTll teach her, he said, s'to refuse to
the wife of Katzenellenbogen! Pll send fe
troopers who shall sack her castle and bring III
n here by force-I will!'
3 $50 would, Baron, said voice beside hir
: The Baron turned to look at the speaker.
was small man, dressed in black like a n
= tary his face was pale, his features of the mo
ordinary looking description. The only thil
f, remarkable about him was long tail like
monkeys, which kept switching backward al
Z forward, and wreathing itself into all sorts
3 graceful curls. And the end of this tail was
Z whistle.
), : "Who der Teufel are you" !" asked the B
: ron.
ss $50 would teach her better--if could
= was the unresponsive reply.
s ''If l could, little fool! l will send twent
\ five troopers tomorrow to take possession of h
:. d house and of her.
: "But unfortunately Graf Mas Won Steinr
10 is guarding her with fifty
H 81 will claim her from the Emperor, as
: ward of my estates"
"Yes, if the ban does not reach you befor
i, hand, for robbing His Grace Of Cologne"
= 81 will invite her here on her birth-da
: which is next week, and when get her W
. keep her."
=. Having just refused your hand, do
4 think she will come"
g ButI ,ciH get hold Of her in some way
a roared the Baron.
The little man sneered. -
81 81 Then his lordship became wroth, and, stridi
toward the stranger, he raised his pQnderl