Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1857-09-19

inquiry. He now distinctly hears the voices
of brother men. But they are not the words
that he can understand There are shouts
from the side of the precipice over which his
prison window looks. He tries to shout an
answer back, but is answered by the feeble
echo OF his own cell. He shouts again, and
nerved with an inspiration of the moment, he
huris his leghorn hat through the aperture, out
upon the air, over the tops of the trees; and he
sees the wind give it toss, and sail it off down
the declivity, out of sight. At once there comes
up shout, rs of a multitude of voices, clear
and disinct-in response to his appeals for
help, too significant to be mistaken He sees
by the increased hustle in the thronged streets
of the town below, that they too have recog-
nized his flying signal, floating off upon the
winds, down the rocky precipice.
Deliverance is now close at hand The null
titude who had gone up from the village, and
had gathered around the foundations of the
ruins. to learn, in fact if there were any brother
there who needed help, and who had assembled
while he Misunderstanding now in what part
OF the ruins he had been entrapped, speedily
found the cell which enclosed him. and they
forced back the door, and set the self-imprisoned
man free. From the exhaustion of his system,
and the reaction incident upon his speedy re-
lief, he was unable to ascend from the vault
but ready hands and willing hearts readily car
rled him above, and seated him upon one of
the highest pinnacles, by the side Of the stately
walls, whore the suns mild beams, and a gentle
breeze of balmy south, with a plentiful sup
ply OF the brown aromatic bread, and native
juice of the wine grape, to replenish his ex-
hausted physical nature, he was speedily re-
vived; and he looked out again from his high
slightly seat, with greater pleasure than ever
upon the beautiful scenery, most devoutly
thanking God and blessing his fellow men for
his deliverance
On the second day of his imprisonment SIM
pie vine dresser was passing over the side of
the mountain, beneath the castle ruins on his
way to his vineyard, on the sunny side of the
same mountain; and he was startled and ar
rested in his course by the descent of one of the
prisoners s messengers through the branches of
the tree above him, and rolling down the pre-
clpice, lodged at his feet. He opened the pa
per attached, and though able poorly to under
stand Its import, he was nevertheless much in
terested to know what it could mean; and while
he was cogitating upon it, down came another
OF the same flying curiosites. He now loOked
about him, and all along the mountain side he
found score or more of the strange packa ages
which he gathered up, and safely depOsiting
them In his pocket, conveyed them to the viii
lage of St. GOar. Here they excited as much
the curiosity of the unlettered villagers, as
they had that of the vine dresser who found
them-the detached German words failing to
convey definite idea; till at length a better
scholar than the mass Of the villagers was
found, who knowing the English language, was
able to interpret the OminOus sentence that
conveyed to them the startling intelligence that
a stranger was perishing in one of the vaults
or cells of the old ruins there accidentally i'm
prisOned, with no possibility Of escape. unless
relieved by help from without. The villagers
prepared that night to rally, and on the next
morning proceeded on their errand of mercy,
and succeeded as before narrated.