Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-08-01
For the National Era.
THE BANDIT BROTHER
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FROM THE RUSSIAN OF pousuKIN.

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But vigorous youth prevailed at lasti
Now life its influence DER him she'd
Slowly the Gerce distcmper passed,
And with it all the phantoms fled
We both awoke as from the dead.
And then our longing for the woods,
For freedom mid the solitudes
OF natures wild and wide domain,
Came back with qucnchless power again.
The gloom Of our deep dungeon cell,
The dawning light that, stinted, fell
Through grated windows in the wall,
The clanking chains, the keepers CALL
And, rustling by, the wild birds wing
Increased our weary languishing.
Sent by our jailors forth one day
For alms-bound in n common chain
A bold adventure we essay,
Our longed-for freedom TO regain.
A river rushes by our side
Thither we haste and from the bank
Down plunge into the foaming tide:
Loudly our common letters clank,
AS with strong limb we beat the wave,
In peril of watery grave.
Afar sandy isle We Wow,
And, the swift current cutting through,
We thither tend, pursued by two,
Who call for help, with startling cry
Seine them! What, no they fly. they fly =
Then, following, cleave the waters blue.
But soon on land our feet we set,
And with stons our letters break
Tear of piecemeal our garments wet,
And, though the two are in our wake,
Yet. with stout hearts and full OF hope,
We wait them on that sandy slope.
Already ono, exhausted quite,
Is struggling, sinking in our sight;
With gurgling groan, beneath tho wave
lie finds, unsought, a watery grave.
The other, passed the deeper tide,
Comes wadiDg on with giant stride,
Bearing bis useless gun, and scorning
With naughty look my voice Of warning
But soon two stones with deadly aim
Against his head impetuous came
lis blood flowed mingIing with the riyeri
He faltered. fsll--and sank forever.
We plunge into the stream again,
Our foes the hopeless chase give DER:
Safely the farther bank We gain
Then to the friendly woods once more.
But my poor brother all In vain
For him that shelter we regain.
The struggle with the swollen food
The autumn chillnoss Of the air,
Were more than his new strength could bear
Again the fever fred his blood,
The phantoms filed him with despair.
Three days he spoke but words insane,
And slumber sought his eyes in vain.
The fourth, an awful calmness lowered,
He lay with suffering overpowcred-
Ny name no called, my hand he pressed:
His glazed. unearthly eye expressed
Deaths fearful conquering agony:
Trembled his hand, and with sigh
He fell asleep upon my breast.
:" / fingered DER his pallId clay;
Three nights my vigil near II kept;
waited for tho vital ray
To break the trance in which he lay,
And DER him bitterly wept.
At length Iowly grave made,
Beneath fr-tree's solemn shade
Brcathsd over him sinful prayer
And left him in his sIumber there.
Thcn TO my formur chsse--alone!
But those wild, joyful seasons, flown,
Return not at my fervcnt call
Our fcasts and revclings by day,
The night debauch, the bloody fray
MY brothers grave has closed on all
A weary life drag along
Lone, even amid . bois.erous throng.
Ny cruel heart seems cold and dead,
And pity has forever fed.
But yet my murdsrous weapon spares
Tho mute appeal Of silver hairs.
Tho slaughter Of defeaceless age
Can ne'er this bloody hand engage;
For remember but too we'll
How, In that loathsome prison cell,
Pursued by wild deIirious fcars
Ny brother, while in torrents ran