The Democratic sentinel and Harrison County farmer. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1851-1852, 1852-02-25


followed the command, but the confusion of
the soldiers, and the bounds of the flying
horses disconnected their aim. Swift as the
wind the GEeek horses sped upon their way,
and the lovers and their friend were soon in
Mi ssolonghi.
That night, in the same ruined church
which had been the scene of the council of
war the patriarch united the hands of De-
metrius and Ida, before the ruined altars.-
The ceremony was brief and suited to the
crisis. The bridegroom was armed to the
teeth, and the BRIDE, unveiled and unadorn-
ed, who wore yet her Amazonian attire. A
yataghan hung by her side and brace Of
Ipistlos were stuck in the ken sash that en-
circled her slender waist.
"The getes of Missolonghi are opened, f"
said the patriarch; 'the foe will soon enter.
Your only hope is to cut a way through their
ranks with your good swOrds-to remain is
to perish" ....... ..
"But you, father-what is reserved for
Iyou?" asked Demetrius anxiously.
ga crown of martyrdom, perhaps" re-
piled the old man.
"Come with u.s." cried Ida. "We will
place you on horse and bear you off in
safety"
Daughter" replied the old man, ''it
were vain. am lettering on the brink Of
the grave--the effort alone would kill me-
Leave me here--the church where have
ministered as a priest, is the finest tomb
Bozzaris, my children, and may heaven bless
you" ...
The clash Of arms interrupted further re-
monstrance. Demetrius and Gerald mount
ed their steeds placing Ida on another horse
between Them. Thus disposed and surround,
ed by devoted friends they rushed tc
meet the advancing foe, now pouring into
Massolonghi through the open gates. A
| furious battle ensued but the handful o
Greeks cut their way out into the open coun
i try. ........... ........ .....
Meanwhile the infuriated Moslem inunda
ted the city. A few, who like the patriarch
had refused to quit the place, retired fight
ing to the church, where they ranged them
selves, with theiI venerable leader, around
the altar.
"Bravely done my friends" said the pa
triarch, ave have done our utmost-wt
have struggled to the last-another blow is
vain. Hither come the oppressors and de-
stroyers of our nation. And here they shal
meet their reward. In the vaults of this
church lies a store of gunpowder. Behold
the match is burning in my hand, the train
is at my feet Let us commend our souls tc
Iheaven--our heur has come"
The patriarch and his followers were still
kneeling when the Paeha and portion o.
the troops burst into the church.
"Kill every man," shouted the fierce
Moslem. "Spare neither youth or grey
hairs, but destroy them utterly in the name
of the prophet"
The church was filled with savage men
rank on rank rushed into the sacred enslo-
sure-even some of the spahis pushed their
snorting horses forward in their thirst for
blood.
At this moment of anticipated triumph,
the Greeks arose from their kneelng attitude
a spark of fire cleaned at the affairs foot, q
rushing sound ensued, then an awful burst
of subterranean thunder, hurting victor and
vanquished, Musselman and Christian,
priest and soldier, to destruction,
Demetrius and Ida had turned to look
their last upon their late abode, when the
earth shook beneath them with sudden thun-
der, and vast column of smoke and flame
filled with fragments, material and human,
told the awful story of the patrisrchs ven
geance.
"Now there is nothing left to linger for, +"
said Gerald. "Ride forward, my dear
friends, Missolopghi has fallen but her foes
have perished."
Often did Demetrius and Ida when seat
ed at the hospital tireside of Gerald Falcon
er, recur to this scene, and when after the
battle of Navarino, they returned to their
native country, they erected a simple but
striking monument to the memory of the
patriarch of Missolonghi.