Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1856-02-21
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Translated from the French.
The War of the Windows.
Nhe journal of the Siege of Pretty Cir

The journal of the Siege of Pretty Girl.
THE THEORY OF THE CAMPAIGN.
Nor to offend our brave officers, the art of
strategy is not entirely coufned to the Treatises
on Fortifcation. Besieging doesn't exclusively
belong TO the specialized young gents of the Poly
technic school. The siege of Troy, Rochelle,
Belgrade and Sebastopol are not the only great
feats on record. There are other wars less
blody, but which heve nevertheless their details
of interest.
In front of my window is window always
shut. The curtains are of embroidered muslin.
lined with sky blue silk. 1t can't he doctor OR
broker who lives there. The veil has betrayed
a goddess. The festooned muslin betrays a
woman. The blue lining shows she's blonde.
A brunette would have chosen red or yellow
When night comes, female servant closes the
shutters hermetically, with the air of convent
keeper. Evidently cavalry officer wouldn't
take such pains to preserve his charms No
its woman.
The street is narrow. The houses are hud-
died together, one opposite the other, without a
respectable distance, as if thev were anxious to
cause what would be pardonable after two hum
dred years of neighborhood. | woue like to
know if my neghbor is incensbe. Is she de-
formed Or is she no better than she should be :?
Oh that can't be. Only the Madonna stays in
her niche. The Cytherean Venus, with flowing
girdle, hops on one leg around the garden.
Well, have time. a free heart, warlike
spirit, and gentle window, will commence a
sieee-but siege loyal, discreet, courteous, a
frank and sincere war. | won't enter her house
concealed in an immense bon bon, as the Gree ks
did in the siege of Troy. | won't cabbage her
bread to take her by famine as did Louis XIV -;
would rather throw sweetmeats and almost on
her balcony like Henri Quatre. Love s strategy
has It's own laws to morrow will attack the
place,
A fine season for a campaign spring is two
months and half old; summer is coming, her
dress wreathed with flowers, the sky clear, the
air full of aroma the work will be decidedly
exciting.
THE RAISING OF THE SIEGE.
The time is propious. 1t is as hot as June.
Her windows open, but have seen only the
servant. | could corrupt her at a small price,
but that's too much like the Italian comedies
Besides it won't do to encourage venality in
time of war they shoot spies and deserters.
have seized my first weapon, my lorgnette.
Throughout have visited her apartment. l
like it. The furniture is simple, sign of dis
tinction The piano is small, miniature Erard.
A little piano is a sign of small hands | can
see piece of lace work commenced Does my
beautiful work O. night like Penelope? Is she
making pair of slippers for some Ulysses
FIRST HosTILITIEs.
The weather is fairy-like, and the enemy has
appeared at her window. Her eyes, what artl-
lery and how the place is armed She is ele-
giant, gracious, but have only seen her eyes,
two Paixhan mortars, whose fire is incessant.-
She has only thrown on me one coup dell, and
my heart has blown up like a powder-magazine.
A pretty womans look has more power than a
Minnie
! RECoNN ITERING
After recovering from the first shock, exam
ined the besieged. She is nearly twenty, blonde
with black eyes, a type of Spain regenerated-
She is graceful without gauche rie, dignifed
without stiffness. She is coquette sub rosa
pay without romping and She not married
woman1 The slippers have no proprietor All
she has shut the window, but can see her fas-
cnatng nose behind the curtain. The enemy is
on the alert-the day is not hot.
AMBusCADE.
There has been movement all this afternoon.
They have brought in candles, plants, bouquets.
These roses and lilies indicate fete. Quick
the Almanac must know her name, and how
they call her in Paradise.
1t is the 9th of April, Saint Jules day. Hel
name, then, is Julie, name half Jewish anc
half modern-one of those vulgar names OF dis
tinction like so we'll Since know her name
am no longer stranger; can write chanson'
and anagrams on her; my nymph Egeria ha
come out of her wood. 1t is night, and tht
moon has silvered the houses with its shining
rays She has appeared at her window, cold
imposing, serene, dsdaiuful of my mute adora
ton. She thinks herself free in her dsdain; bu
Cynthia, shining just over her head, gives he
wholly to me. Thanks to the reflection, he
: shadow has been thrown on my wall Charming
shadow, which Hoffman has doIized l hav
seen her fine figure, her we-formed neck, he
empress arm, her little hands, All has she re
marked my sentimental folly! The shadow ha
disappeared, the window has closed again, AM
the moon looks at me with mocking eyes.
FALSE RETREAT.
Let us change our tactics. Instead of attack
ing, let US resist, let us feign Indifference BARI
cade our windows. Half the day is gone. Sh'
is there. She looks out and doesn't see me-
She seems astonished. Bah She is womal
and used to be admired. Now, to resume th
offensive. A poor old begear is singing in th
street. Julie goes to the window. Togethe
we throw him sou. Our pieces of money rol
away from him. We are obliged to show hin
in which way they rolled. Julie smiles. With
{ out wishing it, l have been her coadjutog in a
almony, her contederance in good action.
PLACING THE TROOPS ON THE LINE.
] | have remarked that Julie loves violets
have procured thousands and placed them at m
: window have stiAed the air like bouquet a
J the opera. She has noticed it. The wind blow
the perfumes from my window to hers, and Uic
Uersa.
SCALING By LIGHT CAVALRY.
Flowers are charming auxiliaries their dunn