Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1852-08-27
Vol XNAVif.-WhOle No. 1899.

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/ this service!
Then let me forth, replied the soldier
you have been to me the good Samaritan,
and | would not requite you evil let me
90 on my way, and may the blessing of
Heaven be upon you in the hour of your
! own need =
Nay, nay, | said not So Thou hast
not yet strength for the travel and, be-
sides England was once the brightest
/ Jewel in our holy fathers crown, and she
might reconcile herself again but. fear
she will not, for your master, Henry, is
violent, hot-blooded man, and he hath torn
away the kingdom from apostolic care.
Know you not that your land is under in
terdct, and that |, as true son OF the
holy mother church, ought not now to be
/ changing words with thee =
Even so,' replied the soldier; but
/ there are many that think the kings grace
hardly dealt by
The shepherd knoweth best how TO
keep his fold,' replied the merchant hast
/ lily; but you are the kings soldier YOU
take his pay and eat his bread and doubt
less ought to hope the best for him; and
even so DO |. | would that he might re-
pent and humble himself, and then our
! holy father would again receive him into
the fold; but now, | bethink me, thou
vert reading-what were thy studies ?
The brow of the soldier couded, he
/ hesitated moment; but then gathering
1 up his resolution, replied
/ In the din of the battle this book was
my breast-plate, in the hour Of sickness
: my best balm and he laid the open volume
before the merchant.
Holy saints = exclaimed the merchant,
crossing himself and drawing back, as he
held the volume which his Church had
closed against the laymen-' then thou
art among the heretics who bring down
curse upon the land Nay, thy sojourn
here may bring maledictions upon me and
mine upon my house and home. But
rhou shalt forth | will not harbor thee
/ | viii deliver thee over 10 the Church, that
she may chasien thee Away from him,
my child away from him !
( The soldier sat sad and solitary, watching
the diving light of the sun, as he passed
{
/ One ray rested on the thoughtful brow of
I the lonely man, as he sat bracing up his
courage TO meet the perilous future. As he
/ thus mused. 4 soft voice broke upon his
gevery.
You are thinking of your own far-otl'
home said the Italian girl 'how | wish
that all | love had but one home-lt is a
/ grief to have so many homes y
! There is such home,' replied the
soldier.
AIR replied Emilia, but they say
I that heretlcs come not there Promise
me that YOU will not be a heretic any
/ longer
The soldier smiled and sighed.
( You guess why | am here tonight,
( resumed the Italian girl. Il know Ii by
that smile and sigh. You think that am
come to tell you to seek your own land
and home, and therefore YOU smile and
+ YOU just breathe one little sigh, because
YOU leave this bright sun-and me-
Am then 10 leave you, perhaps TO
be delivered over TO the power OF your i'm
placable Church ?
Emilia crossed herself No, no-go
to your own land and be happy. Here is
money; my father could not deny me,
when | begged it from him with kisses
and tears. Go, and be happy, and for
/ get us
Never y exclaimed the soldier, ear
nestly-' never! And YOU, my kind and
gentle nurse, my good angel-you who
have brought hope to my pillow, and be-
guiled the sad hour of sickness in a foreign
land-words are but poor things to thank
thee with
4 shall see you no more said the
/ young Italian, and what shall make me
! happy when you are gone Who will
tell me tales of flood and field | have
been happy while you were here, and vet
we meet very sadly. My heart stood still
/ when | first saw you, cogered with blood,
on your way back TO Milan, after the bat
tie. You had crept under hedge, as we
thought, TO die. Bat | took courage TO
lay my hand upon your poor heart, and
1t still beat; so we brought you home
| and never has morning passed, bpt
/ have gathered the sweetest flowers to
freshen yoTr sick pillow. And while
! you were ;nsensible, in that terrible fever,
| used to steal into your chamber, and kneel
at your hed-foot, and pray for the Madon-
mas care. And when you revived, you
smiled at my fower-and when you had
voice to speak, you thanked me =
/ Emilia's voice was lost in sobs; and
what wonder if one from mans sterner
nature mingled with them
The morrow came. The Italian girl
gathered a last flower, and gave it in
fearful silence TO the soldier. He kissed
! the fraOrant gift and then with a mnmen.