Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1863-07-17

Aueir dtttnipV was 90 uafibS, tidt uo Pio-
vision had been made against surprise.
No sentinel was there to challenge. They
burst upon their enemies as Unexpectedly
as the lightning sometimes streams from a
single cloud upon a summers day. w
At once all was uproar and confusion in the
camp. Horseman sprang to the saddle, but
half clad and armed-infantry collected in
confused groups-artillerists rushed to their
cumbrous cannon, half awake and bewil-
dered-tambours cymbals.1 and horns sud
denly broke the stiffness of the night-and
smothered groans attested the fatal fury Of
the onslaught of the Greeks. In the midst
of the battle, a rocket, fired by the hand Of
Gerald, mounted to the zenith like shoot
ing star, and then exploding, scattered its
crimson sparkles all over the face OF hrav-
en-. 1t was token OF Missolonghi Of the
success of the sortie, and warned the in
habitants to follow the path of the victori-
Gus troops, and pass through the Thrkish
camp. ,@ eT@a slgs aas 9.
Striking down man at every blow,
Demetrius cut his way to the tent of the
Pacha, intending TO surprise and slay him.
BIT the Turk had been too prompt. At
the first sound of alarm, he had vaulted
into the saddle of his Arab steed, and
summoning the faithful by his powerful
voice, rushed to the charge and rolled back
to the tide of battle.
The shouts of"Allah !" and" Bismillah p
rent the air. Before the devoted Greeks
rose a tumbling sea of white turbans, lit by
the flashing blades of scimetars, while on
their fanks poured an irregular but deadly
volley from the Turkish infantry. The
standard of the cross was captured, and the
little band of patriots, after fighting. till all
hope was lost, were driven into Missolou-
CHI, which the Turk all bnt exceeded in
entering. The old men, women and child
rem, who were preparing to fly, filled the
air with lamentations as their last hope
vanished. faia
Demetrius sought the patriarch, and
throwing down before him the remnant Of
his shattered blade, said sadly
+" Father, have sought death, but have
not found it. When the standard was cap.
tured, | would fain have thrown away my
life, but | was borne off in the tide of fu'
gitives, and saved against my will"
My child" said the old man, " murmu,
not against the DEGREES of heaven. The
best of US can only do his utmost-the re-
suit is with a higher power than mans will
Go to thy betrothed-she needs thy pres
ence, doubtless-she at least, will not grievt
at the failure of the suicidal project.
Meanwhile the Pacha was seated in hi
tent upon a pile of cushions. An alabaste
lamp lighted the rich interior of his militar,
dwelling. He had laved the blood stain
from his hands; his fatal scimetar had beel
returned to its jewelIed scabbard, and now
with the amber mouth-piebe of his chibool
applied to his lips, he was quietly inhalin
and expelling wreaths of fragrant smoke
musing perhaps on the delights of that par
adise TO which his fidelity to the cause G
the Prophet had given him such an incou
testable claim.
! swell, Hassan," he said, addressing a
officer, who was standing respectfully be
fore him, with his arms folded over hi
glittering vest, " "thinkest thou the infde
dogs will renew their attack p
i "No, Path ha we have them Gagged now
their fate is in your hands. But what sha
be done with the prisoners 2"
They shall die, by the beard Of th
( Prophet At the hour of high noon II
morrow, see that their heads are stricke
from their shoulders. They will be an az
.ceptable present to the commander of rh
faithful. So may all foes of the Sulta
perish! y
sand must all die p
/ GAIL? Yes. Why this question? Z"
"Because there is one whose extrem
youth"
81 said all, Hassan," replied the Pach
g But confess j should like to see the b
ing who could move your pity
"Shall bring him before your highness
say"
Hassan inclined reverently and disaI
peared, but soon returned bringing "a Gree
boy Of slight and graceful figure, and e!
ceeding beauty.
"Slave" cried the Pacha, as the be
stood erect and with folded arms befol
him, where is your reverence ! kno
you in whose pre- csence you stand z"
The beautiful lip of The boy curled with
scornful smile.
Il am no slave" he answered, thoug
a captive. / never quail or stoop befol
the face of man. Do know you? Yes,
know you as the assassin of my race-tl
oppressor of my countrymen."
Infde dogl" said the Pacha. "Kno
you the fate reserved for you p
Il know not--I am prisoner of wa
taken with my arms in my hands-you ma
perhaps shoot me-" .r. ..s.-.
"We do not shoot rebels" replied Il
Pacha. 1T is waste of ammunition N
there is keener way of solving the my
terry. That fair neck and the edge OF ii
scimetar will be made acquainted tc-mo
row. Then the body will be stripped al
exposed on the public highway, till Il