Smyrna times., 1858-05-06


ness and pathos. Melody and song were no
lost upon the bakers daughter. She opened
her little window, wept and sighed.
Master Valentin kept the even tenor of hi
course; slept the live-long night the sleep o
the righteous, and the watchful mother wa,
long since dead. The next day the old nurse
found occasion to whisper to the young student
that her lady would see him on the Sunday fol-
lowing, and give him word of thanks. Or
Sundays and holidays the baker indulged in an
afternoon nap, and was for the time being, tc
all intents dead man.
Sunday came at last, the afternoon, and the
appointed hour for the meeting in the little
garden. She was waiting to receive him
with smiles and bushes, reaching him her hand,
which he scarcely dared to press. Then Annie
sat upon low garden bench, and her student
lover lay at her feet, and at her request repeat
ed the verses of his long song. She gazed
upon him with eyes full of love, and laying her
hand upon his head, she repeated it verse by
verse after him, until he heard the whole song,
without pause, fall softly and tenderly from her
dear lips. What bliss for poet lover! ! He tried
then TO teach her the tune, but this was not SO
easily accomplished, for Annie had not quick
musical ear; still she was a patient learner,
and he had the pleasure at length TO hear her
sing it in tolerable style. Just then the old
nurse winked and motioncd to her; she plucked
a blue elder blossom for him, and pressing her
lips to his forehead, she dismissed him with the
words, " Come again next Sunday"
A cruel fate cut short the blisful hours of the
happy lovers. Simon received from his father
the command to proceed at once TO Wittemburg;
and in those elder days the fathers command
was sacred in the eyes Of the child. But one
more interview remained TO the lovers. The
youth, with heavy heart, sought the little gar
den, and told the evil tldings to his beloved );
with bitter tears, with many vow and tender
embrace they parted. We'll they knew that
many years must pass ere they could meel
again. With heartbreaking sghs, they re-
peated together the verse
Then come the Wild weather, come sice or come
SNOW,
We will stand by each other however il blow;
Oppression and sickness. and sorrow and pam,
Shall be 10 our true love as links 10 the cham
At last the young man said, " Be only true TO
me, my beloved, aud as soon as become pro-
fessor will come aud marry you; will you be
faithful % " Yes! faithful to a martyrs DEATH"
answered Annie, warmly, and then added quick
y, "only tarry not too long; remember, ! am
already twenty"
The storm of war swept over Germany in
1880 and 1851. Madgeburg was twice be-
sieged city once by the Emperor, and again by
the cruel Tilley. History has elsewhere re-
corded the horrors of the time, and we will not
plundered, and murdered for three days. Thirty
thousand men were slain, and hundreds of wO-
men, to escape a more dreadful fate, threw
themselves into the Elbe. They set fire to the
city; the cathedral and some hundred and fifty
houses only escaped the dreadful fury of the
flames. The news OF these horrors spread
through Germany they came to Kongsburg,
and to the quiet study of an earnest thinker /;
he bowed his head and murmured-
Through forests I'll follow and where the sea flows
Through ice and through irOH through atmes Of foes
In the summer of 1886, Simon Dach took a
feet horse and turned his head towards Magde-
burg. He had just recovered from long and
dangerous sickness, 10 which his heart.sorrow
had contributed no little. He went now on Il
holy pilgrimage-to weep at the grave of his
beloved. He carried with him an elegy, the
loftiest inspiration of his genius, and wreath
of evergreen; gifts for the sacred shrine. She
was dead, the faithful soul, who could doubt ii!
Sad thoughts accompanied him during his jour
ney the saddest of all when he came within
sight of the Elbe-his tears flowed. "The
faithful one,' he exclaimed, 81 she was surely
one Of the first to seek a watery grave, that
she might remain true to me. Faithful 10 q
martyrs DEATH were her last words All
what is my love to thine, dear Annie :" He
Heared the ruined, desolated city. His eye
caught the steeple Of the cathedral-near by
was Annie's house-rat ther the place where
once it stood. He turned the corner-oh, lea.
ven there stood-truly it was no dream-the
bakers, with the well-remembered sign-cake.
With trembling limbs the traveller dismounted
and gave the relns to boy. lie advanced to.
wards the house. 10 the first window lay the
rolls of bread and sweet-cake, as formerly, but
in the second bloomed no mignonnette and wal
flower. Before the housc-door a noisy troop o
children were romping he paused at the
threshold, voice came from an inner chamber
singing
"a Then come the wild weather, come seet, or come
| snow,
We will stand by each other, however il blow;
Oppression and sickness. and sorrow and pain,
Shall be TO cur true love links TO the chain"
A sweet tenor voice chimed in with the last
lines. The door opened, and stout, rather
good-lookDg woman came towards him, and
with shrek fell upon his neck. A few words
explained all /; the lover had indeed tarried too
long. The terrors of the time compelled Mas