The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-09-26

nicted on her in the sight OF Germany, and by
q lesser State.
pleasurable, because the cholera had LETT there
only the collapsed and aged, and the peasants
hereabOut have the reputation OF vertable
ehOuls and glaours, whose atrocities to the dead
pass human belief They have behaved worse
than any class of savages would do In America
cutting purses and jewelry from the wounded,
stripping the dead of garments, in a word
reyenging themselves upon history, which has
done nothing for them these three centuries.
Sadowa itself is a European Culpeper; for
example, a little stony-faced town, with bul-
bously shaped church steeple in it, two beer
shops, and the usual percentage of Austrian
civil officials.
in the open place of the hamlet, looking at the
hospital wagons that passed across the horizon.
She did not know anything, except that two of
Hasmer Somebody's boys, near by, had gone oil
with the soldiers week ago to get back their
horses impressed after action. Had we seen
them? No? That was strange That was all
she knew about the fight. Everything in the
place is more or less shot to pieces. The battle
field itself Is a series OF hills, half corn-patch,
half scrub timber, inclined to be mountainous,
and to some extent resembling the lands at the
loot of the Blue Ridge-Cedar Mountain, for
example. AT places on il there are vistas OF far
white plains pratrie-llke, but OF the deadly
spots themselves nothing remains save the un-
even trenches, where the dead, dumped IN as
they lay, remain to testify against the mon
strous enigma OF ambition submission, and
ignorance in which they perished, at that far
dim time when God shall make it plain why our
kind are thus causelessly and perperuatly
slaughtered
At this spot the two Prusslan armies capped
the double lines of victory. Sachnow, Podoll,
Munchenpral2, Gitschin, on the one hand;
Nachod, Skalitz, TTautenau ON the other. 1t
would be absurd for me TO waste time in describ-
ing series Of bare slope-stretches and curving
hills about which none Of your readers have q
particle of curiosity. Suffice it to say, that all
the view OF Sadowa IS a repetition OF the Virginia
miseries of our own Rebellion; not any better
country, though it has the spruceness and tidy
ness of age over il ALL better cleaned up, better
contented but inhabited by hewers of wood and
drawers of water, who forget that Christ ever
came, in the better recollection that they may
some day go hence to Him. The graves of the
dead are marked with wooden crosses, with now
and then ahelmet or a hat set on the top Of then.
Here and there is splintered caisson or cannon
wheel, that some old witch IS splitting up for
tIewood.
They call this a field of glory at Berlin but as
! lay awaBe last night (at Bruun) in triple
bedded room, talking with some Austrian
officers about it ALL could not make out other
wise than that by all this numbering. Germany
stands as she did, shifted about a tl1fe, but no
freer, no securer, no easier in conscience or
pocket She is the same poor, pipe-drunken,
dreaming, thrifty, fattened hopeful, heteroge-
neous Germany that she has ever been in your
time and mine. Yesterday the Kaiser had her
by a siiken cord to-day the Prussian King has
her by throttle. Such a well.deserving poor
prostitute of q genius no dog-star shines upon
She LOST two or three great chances for redress,
and freedom Furnishes nations and races for
losing chances.
What a glorious burst of hope could all these
countries see in the return OF some enormous
conVusion like that Of France, the revolution
before Bonaparte mastered it, which, whatever
syCOphant moralists and historians may have to
say, was the worlds great opportunity Then,
this ''pipe-drunken Germany" as Carlyle would
call it, loved territory better than freedom:
spent ignominous years of deserved defeat to
beat back French ideas, for which French ideas
to prevail to-day its people would give up every
inch Of the stealings of centuries Poland the
Sclaye provinces, and the statues of all their
big'booted prince.generals
The city of Vienna, as usual, given to beer
and balls and covert RIGHTEOUSNESS, has now its
intervals Of grudging and ''disloyaty.n The
people OF the capital-not of the coUntry-feel
aggIieved, betrayed, ill-dlrected. 1t is no fair
sailing tor Francis Joseph and the innumerabe
arChdukeS and duchesses. There are before
their royal home no captured cannon, as at Ber-
lin, to please the schoolboys. They seldom go
abroad, but keep within doors to speculate upon
degenerate days, and ponder the most difficult
question of reconstruction, harder TO them than
TO us in the States-for here reconstruction is
the synonym of existence. Hungary, beaten in
her valorous demands by the Cars Cossacks,
looms up again an eXaCting power, saying:-
Now this your Germany is gone, give us our
due! !" And III this bitter hour, home comes the
poor spendthritt wife of the poor nightmare
ridden Macmillan, saying, ''My husband and /
are betrayed. Who shah save us with some
show of honorm Nevertheless, with the old
Austrian persistence, they are building up their
army again, impoverished though they be.
When the Emperor took up the Prussian gaunt-
let, he fell back upon "that God whom my
fathers have always served;" but his Chief Of
staff has always been the Redeemer of both
himself and his fathers. Therefore the Haps-
burgers can but take the sword again, and from
the condition of their empire, as it seems to me,
with very fair show OF perishing by It,
In Italy there is wounded vanity with COM
pensated boundary. Italy has recovered Vene-
tia, but gets with it 100000 900 francs of debt
TO meet in capital or interest.
Yet, with the madness of kings, Italy is more
concerned about the loss of her iron crown than
of her brave soldiers. / went all the way to
Brescia, considerable detour to see Garlbaldi
he has returned thither to breathe quieter air.
| looked about all day, hoping to see him, and
| at night obtained my introduction. ] was glad
| to have found him, of all places next to the
tented field, in this long-sufering city, the epto-
mlZatlon OF the sorrows of Italy, often sacked,
| in its time stubborn republic and well ac.
quainted with the strangers rule, a city where
| Bayard was wounded and showed his tenderest
| courtesy; but to me, Garibaldi was more than
| the Bayard of our age-the Bayard of better
| age TO come, when the hearts and manners OF
| men Will grow honest and simple with their
| governments, and wars shall be done in the IN
| terest OF freedom, not OF power!
1t was in Brescia that Arnold of Brescia was
| born, the earliest OF the men who resolved to
| ashes by command of the earliest enemy OF
| Italy. There are Roman ruins in the place n
| castle and moated walls around it, mountains
| shining and purple near by.
| In the quiet twilight, when only the TIPS o
| the mountains were warm and rich with sunset
| and the town below, impertectly lighted grew
dark and cool, save where the cafes glittered
| when the last tones of the church bells fell into