The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1868-05-28

when, like young Dubois, l was full
Of life and vigor, when the life blood
went courslug through my arteries with
a thrill Of fjoyous life. Here was i'm
prisoned for ten long weary years. l
neither saw the light Of day, nor the
bright green trees growing, nor heard
the voice ofa single living creature,
What was ! imprisoned for7 Because
| dared to love the loveliest Of Gods
creatures, That base and hcartless
wretch, tho father of this young viii
lain, De La Mar, with band Of his
murderous brigands, seized aud con
vcyed me hither. Aud she rather
than become the victim Of his per.
6dous lusts, diedl diedl Oh, ye godsl
even now, at this age, when the blood
Of mhu is wont to run cold, my blood
rushes secthing through my arteries,
aud sears my brain like liquid fire,
aud l feet myself growing wild
again. Teu' years was l in this liv-
ing, ghastly tomb and eight of the
ten, tortured by the demon feudS Of
madness. For when that heartless
wretch threw iuto my cell, one day.
the dead body Of her l loved, my
brain whirled, and fires as hot as the
red breath Of .Etna, aud as uuquenoh
able as the flames of hell, leaped
burning through my mind, aud the
iiends Of despair, and the horried de.
mons Of Imagination, would rend aud
tear my soul, and gnaw with their
faugs of ERE amongst my heart
strings. Even now, when remember.
auce brings again those years Of
misery and their accursed author, my
brain reels, aud starting from either
hand, 1 again behold those damned
6ends of madness. But l had sweet
revenge once for one day when that
fieud De La Mar came to taunt me,
/ C cdsl how the strength ofa thousand
Sampsohs .hrillcd through my every
nerves, | seized lcv chains, and as the
hurricane snaps the brittle mountain
pine, so from their fastenings l tore
my lettering links, aud with bound
as leaps the wolf at tho unthinking
kid, seized the wrstoh's throat. Ali
ha! how l laughed to see his fearful
lookl How he trembled beneath my
iron grasp How he begged for
mercyi How he imploredl Ali hal
how these old black walls echoed my
shrieks Of rsvcngeful delight. Gods
how l laughed to see his flesh quiyer
when my chain, like a streak oflight,
crashed through his cursed brain,
aud l spurned his loathsome body
away from me with my foot. But |
must not recall those dreadful
thoughts, they craze my brain again,
Ten years was prisoner here, aud
then escaped; nor rested night nor
day, till |, secret passage had con.
structed to this dungeon cave; and
now at will l enter here aud go again
Many is the poor unfortunate that |
have rescued from this horrid place
I hear footsteps approaching. Du
bois comes to prison; but if mistake
not the son Of De La Mar will be
foiled in his schemes of devlish ha
tired. Ecu Bidnco Il.
Enter Guards ,oih Jean, and Ham
leading dog II.
HANs.-Dunder welter, vota ohail
it ish SO dark as never was, why
can not see somo dings when dere ish
notiugs. De Madrid chail is muol
besser vot for dey makes dis place
into us? l wish l was nit Katrina
we'll 1 schmokes mieu pipfe. FH
his pipe, lights Il and begins TO smoke
Himmel he ish SO dark here, l daste
de tobak schomke not.
JEAN.-So perish all my hopes; al
my longings after fare are blasted
there is no chance for escape in IN!
case.
HANs.-Yuw, got not no NOR
kase, but zwie pretzels.
: JEAN.-[ Not aoticing The interrwp
tion. Aud now, / am completely j
the power of that schemiug dog.
Q HANs.-Yaw, mine little dog, we
. we bin huncrig, makes Gin sausag
into my little dog.
4 JEAN.-0h Eleanor, glad am
thst thou knowest not Of my captur
s and imprisonment.
HANs.-Yaw, das ist 30, und X,
!, trina, what she say some dings, we
d she see dis Brison into me; der tuy
n ful! how he makes some talk H.
}, desc Prigands, eh?
g JEAN-My mission has failed, an
}. poor Spain, thou too must suffer B
j my loss.
c HANs.-Yaw dns ist so, und loi
n some dipgs, Yels.] Himmel "
e you do NIT mien little pack, und mie
= monish where ish my little dogH
IT GUIDo.-[ Who is on guard. hru'
: ing his head IN. Hold your CAB, yC
Ie old crout tub, or I'll flatten an oun,
OF lead on thy thick skull, or AattC
'e thy pate on an ounce of lead, no ma
1t ter which, so that something is fla
70 tened, and thy jaw quicted.
20 HANs.-You speaks Something's
}. krOut yaw, das ist good, got no: 1
Is krout here?
Ie GUIDo.-Yes, we've got plenty, v
is chop up a man every day TOR crou
Ie your turn comes tomorrow.
% HANs.--Heimmel, vot beeplei
u vat, you makes a barrel of krout in
= me2 Hark l say NIT you some
dings, you makes not no krout in
me, l ish not good. Where ish II
y little dog, he makes you on de shin
q JEAN,-Friend. toll me / pray 20
d lor what am / confined in this dul
+ geOn?
'e GuiDo.-For safe keeping.
HANs.--Yaw, l diuks SO sometime
a JEAN,-Yes, my keeping as far I
is escape is concerned, is likely to
very safe, but for what partioul;
reason Rm l detained here
= GUIpo.--To prevent you from goiu
IN INV othar nlaoa