The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1854-02-01
THE HUSSAR'S SADDLE.
Can the bracelet of union be composed of une-
quail gems. TALES OF A PARRor

quail gems. TALES OF PARROT.
OLD Ludovic Hartz always regarded his
saddle with the deepest veneration; and
yet there appeared nothing about it caPa-
BILE of exciting his idolatry. 1t was
Turkish saddle, old, and deeply stained
with blood, yet, to the brave Ludovic, it
recalled a tale OF other days. when he,
young. ardent, enthusiastic, in defence OF
his country, first drew his sword against
its enemies.
He had been opposed in battle to the
hostile invaders OF his native Hungary.
and many misbelieving dog had his good
sabre smitten to the earth. Various had
been the fortune Of the war, and too fire.
qucntly was the glory of the Holy Cross
dimmed by the lustre of the triumphant
Crescent. Such sad disasters were sell
dom alluded to by the brave hussar, but
he loved to dwell on the successful actions
in which he had been engaged.
Ii was in one of these fierce combats
that, cut off suddenly from his party. he
found himself surrounded by four infuri
ated Turks; "But the recollection Of you
and your angel MOTHER" would Ludovic
say to his daughter, ''neryed my arm. /
was assailed by all my opponents. How
three fell know not; but severe and long
was the conflict with the last Of my foes,
whose powerful arm was raised against
me. Already saw my wife mourniul
widow, and my child fatherless, and these
dreadful thoughts infusing fresh vigor into
my arm, smote the infidel dog to death.
hurled him from his steed, and raed him
as he lay. At this moment several Of the
enemy appeared in sight, but ! was too
much exhausted TO renew the perilous con-
Aict. My gallant horse lay wounded, and
in the agonies of death. threw myself
on the Turkish courser, and forced him on
at his utmost speed, until | regained my
squadron. The saddle was steeped in the
blood Of my foe, and mine mingled with
/ it.
"When cessation Of hostilities permit:
ted the troops to rest for a space from the
horrors of war, FASTENED with the treas
ure which, during the campaign, had
acquired. to my home-purchased these
fertile fields around my dwelling, and for
got for season my former dangers"
The good Ludovlc would here pause
He still retained lively recollection OF his
lost wife, and he could not bear to narrate
the circumstances of her illness and death
After that sad event, his home became
hateful 10 him, and he resolved again to
engage in the arduous duties of soldier
The little Theresa was kindly adopted in
to the family of his only brother, and there
after lapse of some years, our good hus
sar found her blooming in youthful beau
|ty.
| Ludoyic arrived only in time to clos,
his brothers. eyes. who, on his DEATH bed
entreated him to bestow Theresa on hi!
only son, when they should have attained
proper age. Grateful for his almost pa
rental care OF his child, and moved by tn,
situation of his brother, whose heart seem
ed to be bent on this union. Ludovic prom
ised that, when his daughter should hav
attained the age OF eighteen, she shoul
, become the wife Of Karl. provided Karl de
I sired the connection at the. time; satisfe
y with this promise, the old man died il
: peace.
: This engagement was concealed fror
. Theresa, but it was known to Karl, VIII
e exulied in the thought that this rich priz
e would one day be his. With low habit
3 and coarse turn Of mind, the delicat
g graces of Theresa had no charms for hin
he loved her not, but he loved the wealt
h which would be one day hers. and whic
h he looked on with greedy eye. Th
n thousand soft and nameless feelings whic
9 accompany a generous and tender pas
s sion, were unknown to Karl. 1t was
9 hard task to him to. attend his gentle mis-
II tress; nor did he ever appear disposed
!, play the part of alover, except when som
e other seemed inclined to supply his place
u It was rural ie.e given by Ludovic
! his neighbors, at the termin alton Of a