Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-01-28
Capaevs GIarksbatg Neststat
From " Hungarian Military Sketches
A TIIRIIt.ING TALE---TIE EX-
PECTANT BRIDE.

RECIANI bItI I'D Es f-
In a small Gallacian town was quarter
tered q division of hussars splendid fel.
lows, for whom the heart of many a Po-
fish maiden beat quicker than its WON'T
The most beautiful woman in all the
neighborhood loved the best blade among
the hussars--the Captain,
Countess Anna K-nsky, the lovely
Polish widow, had been for six months
betrothed to the bold hussar officer. and
the wedding day was near at hand. A
single night only interviewed On the
eve of the happy day, the bridegroom
went to visit his bride. He was tall,
slender man, with the bloom of youth
still upon his face; but his high forehead
was already bald-"Sun and moon to-
gether," as the Hungarian proyerb says
THE bride was a fair and delicate lady,
with abundant black locks, pale, ner-
vous countenance, and blue eyes of that
unusual lusture, which one finds only in
Polish blue eyes. At the sight of her
lover, her alabaster cheek was overspread
with the roses of loves spring, time, and
her eyes beamed like the rising sun.
The bridegroom would fain have ap'
peared cheerful but it is hard to deceive
the gaze of love which reads the beloved
ones trouble in each fold of the brow, in
each glance of the eye. Tenderly she
approached him, smoothed his forehead's
wrinkles with her hand, and imprinted a
kiss in their place. But again they re-
turned.
What ails thee dearest? How is
this? Sad on the eve of our wedding
day 2
Il? Nothing ails me, But l am annoy
ed at an incidental oasualty-which |
cannot postpone. The court martial has
condemned man to death, have just
now signed the sentence. The man is
to be sho. on the morrow, just on our
bridal day. l would it were otherwise !
The man is doubtless criminal 2
According to military law. He has
been debauching soldiers from their duty,
exciting them to desert and return home
to fight the Serbs. Death is the penalty
attached to his crime
And you have signed the sentence =?
Are you not Magyar? Love not your
native land?'
Il am a soldier before everything I
respect the laws.
Impossible. You, who love so well,
cannot be devoid of that most ennonbling
kind of love-patrotism =
Il can love, but cannot dream. OF
the maxims and principles of revolution
lists, understand not a word but thus
much l know, revolutions never end well.
Much blood, little honor, and eternal re.
morse
Say not eternal remorse, but eternal
hope. Hope that time mast come which
will compensate all sutferings and sacrif-
ces.'
The fair enthusiast quilted her bride
groom's side, seated herself at the piano,
and played with feversh energy the we'll
known song
Noch ist Pollen NIGHT voloron!"
her eyes flashing through her tears, Her
lover approached her, removed her hand, |
which trembcd with emotion, from the |,
keys of the instrument, and kissed it.
Poor Poland Well may thy daugh-
tiers weep over thy fatc-but alas in
vain, was lately in Pesth. Passing
along aistrcot where a large house was
building noticed among the laborers
woman carrying stones to and fro upon
her head for the use of the masons.-I
Twice, thrice passed before her. The
sweat screamed from her face her limbs |
could scarcely support her, She was no
longer young, and the toll was severe
This woman once possessed a palace in
Warsaw, far, far more magnificent than
the house. she was then helping to build, |
Its portals were surmountcd by princes |.
coronct and many are the joyous hours
have spent beneath its hospitable roof.
When at the sound of the noon-day bell, !
she seated herself at her wretched meal, |
l accosted her.
For long time she would not rccog-
nize me ; then she turned away her head
and wcpt. The other woman only laugh
cd at her. offered her money ; she
thanked me, and took very little, She,
the mistress of millions, besought me to
send the remainder to her little daughter,
whom she had left dependant on rich
family, in distant, town. When l had
last seen her, she was u lovely child, six
years of age, Eight years had elapsed,
bringing her to the verge of womanhood.
reached the house. In answer to my
inquiries girl appeared-not that fair
and delicate being whose sweet counte-
nance still dwelt in my memory, but a
rule creature, with hard and coarse fea-
lures and wild eyes. She did not recog-
nize me, often though she had seen me. l
spoke to her in Polish ; she understood
not word l asked her for her mother.
She stared vacantly in my face
Truly the fate of Poland is a terrible
example of what nation may expect
from its neighbors, when it engages in a
struggle with one more powerful than it.
self--and woe to the Magyar if he does
not profit by the warningP
'Ah it is no Magyar, who can talk
thus
fAnna, thy first husband fell in the
hattie on the morrow of thy wedding day.
WouId's thou lose thy second bridegroom