St. Cloud Democrat. [volume] (Saint Cloud, Stearns County, Minn.) 1858-1866, 1865-11-16

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relations to the spiritual world had brought
him in conflict with various ecclesiastical
princes, until he found refuge at the court
of Maria Theresa, for the empress had q
love for the mysterious. She had freouen!
interviews with the wonderful man-to-day
she wished for grave proof Of his higher
knowledge.
doctor" began the empress, THE ben
eaiction has this day been pronounced up-
on my dear archduchess and her future hus-
band" ..:g "a. -"
Il know it, your majesty. was in the
imperisl church,
"You were present at the service 2"
eyes. My eyes were fastened on the
lsplendid appearance Of the archduehess -
read and studied the lineaments of her
face, never SO captivating as to-day.''
''That is precisely, doctor, what I wish
to come to-" cried the empress earnestly.
IL wish to hear from you something about
my daughter"
'Your majesty knows, do not willingly
reveal my visions" said the doctor, with =
slight contraction of the brow.
''God knows, doctor, you are sparine
enough Of your treasures. But now-no1
tell your vision. What have you read in
tho face Of Maria Antonia! Think how
soon l lose her--think that you dare with
hcld nothing from a mother. What do you
know OF my daughters future?''
"Does your majesty believe, then so
firmly in my knowledge %
IL believe in it,"
''Be cautious then, in the presence Of
your enlightened son, the gracious Emper-
or Joseph. His majesty is not fond of for
tune-tellers, and ridicules the secrets of the
spiritual worll.''
''ies-he is free thinker" sighed the
empress, 'but for that very reason that my
son that none Of my court shall know it,
l ask you to come in the stiffness of the
night. To-day in the church it seized me
as with claws. will learn from yoi-wi!l
know what is to be my daughters destiny.
Oh DC only little open-learted in what
you say can bear it,
The doctor sank in deep thought. He
Looked upon the ground, then after pause
raised his head, and said to the eupress.
Press me no farther, gracious ladv.''
ain the name Of al the saints" cried
Maria Theresa. "i)octor, is it so bad? l
pray you'll command you 10 tell me what
your spiritual eye sees in the book Of the
future - She had seized the thin arm of
the seer. Ills piercing eyes looked around,
his figure seemed to enlarge il the dimness
of the room. Gently he freed the hand Of
the empress from his arm, took a lono
breath, and then said slowly, in hollow
voice, ''iour majesty, the noble shoulders
OF Mari Antoinc,te are destined to bear a
heavy cross
In the .u'nult of the festival the anguish
was stitied. Who, moreover will believe in
the jugglary of a heated fancy? There
was great fcasting in the Belvidere at vi
emma. hundred laborers have reared a
hall four hundred feet long, lighted by sew
en- thousand wax candles, its facade bor-
dcred by ten thousand lights, and within
six thousand maskers are making merry.
Fountains OF wine, dishes heaped with dain-
ties-allin honor of the French marriage.
The next day the Marquis of Durfort gave
a feast in the l.ichtenstein garden, and thus
it went on aad on with fearful haste as if
to drown the thought Of the day, the twen-
ty-six'l' Of April, the day of separation.
A damp 'ning-a dull sun. Again
the grcat staircase is lined with men. the
silent. sorrowful witnesses of the parting
of the daughter from her mother, not of tho
crown-princess from the empress. Upon
the last turn of the stairs stood the en-
press, her arms fast embracing the trem-
bling child. Farewell, Toni !! Farewell,
q thousand-thousand times farewell! God
guide thee! Remember us!' whispered
the empress in the ear Of her daughter.-
They will not be parted-again the moth
er'si arm is thrown around the neck of her
beloved daughter, again Maria Antoinet.e
presses her head upon her mothers breast.
''Write very often, Toni. ! shall read
your letters with tears do not write
like Sevigne, but love you SO Infinitely.
know my letters will give you JOY" :.
''Mother! Mother!'' sobbed Maria An
toi"ette. Then the young, lovely ere ,ture
raised herself at must be-" she cried.
One more pressure, one more embrace
Then, extending her hand to bid farewell
to her sisters who stood distant spectators
Of the sad scene, she said to the emperor
Joseph. 81 shall see you soon'' 3.s =
'Certainlv. "answered the young emper-
or. IL shall be the first to visit you. - 49,.
| She stepped quickly down, the stairs,
then turned again and went up two steps.
''Mother, We shall never see each other
again!' she cried aloud and turned back.
The horses stamped, the dauphiness was
lifted into the carriage, handkerchiefs were
waved, farewells were shouted after her.
she stretched out her arms toward her
mother, q sharp, fearful agony pierced
through her soul-away away The
carriage rolled on. Maria Theresa stood
long upon the steps wholly absorbed. She
could not turn her, eyes from the spot whero
she had last seen her daughter. Her chill
dren gathered around her. The empress
: seemed as if awaking from deep dream.
i She leaned OH the arm of Joseph and whis-
I pered "I.et us co.. The imperial family
went slowly back into the castle. Under
the arch Of the doorway the empress turr-
ed and looked back once more, seeking the
place where she had taken the last fare
we'll Of her beloved child. "Forever," she
murmured. Her lips moved softly; she
said a prayer. and, crossing herself, step
ped into the ante room of the castle.
The company silently dispersed. Even
the returning guards, who had been form
ed in lines on the departure of the arch
duchess, shouldered their arms without q
word of command. no officer disturbed tho
silence by the loud cell. The carriage, Of
the dauphiness moved on with its lovely oc-
cupaLt. A great cro.d of faithful German a
peasants accompanied the departing prin-
cess. Antoinette could not, control her
grief. Her attendant, Frau yon Paar, tried
in vain to comfort her. =. ,.@..,.-s. .z.==
Still Maria Antoinette is in Vienna :, ls
return not possible! Nay. the band, the
chain Of policy holds her fettsred fast and
forever. They came nearer every moment
! to the bounds of the city. Soon the car
rage hastens through the last suburb -
Farewell, dear Vienna ~ Only tho old
) veneraglc dome Of St. Stephen is still Wis
ible, and glitters IN the sunlight: at lenpfh