The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1872-05-02


Sponsor 10 that wondrous city, now apostate to
The creed,
On whose youthful walls the Padre SAW the
angeF~ golden retd;
All its trophies long since seattle red, all its
bazOn brushed away,
And the flag that flies above IT but a triumph OF
to-day.
Never scar OF siege or battle challenges the
wandering eve
Never breach OF Narllhe onset holds the curious
pss>er-bv
Only one sweet human fancy interweave> its
threads OF god
With the pam and home-spun present. and
love that neer grows Old;
Onlg one thing holds its crumbling walls above
e meaner DUST
Listen to the simple story Of a w0man'- love
and trust
Count Won Rassnotf, the Russian, envoy Of the
mighty Car.
Stood beside the deep embrasures where the
braZen cannon are
He with grave provincial magnates long had
held serene debate
pu the treaty OF Alliance and the high affairs
of state;
He. from grave provincial magnates, oft had
turned To talk apart
With the Communicates daughter on the
gu e>tlon> OF the heslt.
Until points of gravest import yielded slowly,
And by Love was con>ummated what Diplo-
macy begun;
Til beside the deep eubrasures, where the
+t4r1sA ON arr
De received the twO-iold contract for approval
of the Gar
Till beside the brazen canno the bethrothed
babe adeu.
and, from sally port and gateway. North the
Russian eagle flew.
Long beside the deep embrasures, where the
orazen cannon are,
Did they Wait the promised bridegroom and the
answer OF the Car;
Dty by day on wall and bastion beat the hollow
empty breeze
Day by day the sunlight glittered on the vacant,
smiling seas
Week by week the near hills whitened in their
dusty leather cOak-.-
Week by week the fair hills darkened from the
fringlng plain OF oaks;
iii the rams came. and far-breakIng, on the
nerce Southwestern to,t
Dashed the whole long coast with color, and
then vanished and were lost
50 each year the seasons shifted wet and warm
and drear and dry;
Half year Of clouds and flowers half year
OF dust and sky.
Sull il brought no ship nor message, drought
no tidIu III or meet
FOR the statesmanlIke Commander, for the
daughter fair and sweet.
Yet she heard the varying message, yoiceless to
all ears beside;
1" he Will come. the flowers whispeled; Come
no more" the dry hills sighed.
still shs found him with the waters lifted by
the morning breeze,
Still she lost him with the folding of the great
Whlte-tented seas;
Until hollows chased the dlmples from her
cheeks of olive brown,
And at times d swift, sny moisture dragged the
long sweet laskes down;
Or the small mouth curved and quivered as for
some denied caress,
And the tair young brow was knitted in an in-
fAntne distress.
Then the grim Commander, pacing where the
braZen cannon are,
Comforted the maid with proverbs, wisdom
gathered from affair;
Bits of ancient observation by his fathers gar
nered, each
As pebble worn and polished in the current
OF his speech;
+"Those who wait the coming rider travel twice
far rs he:
Tired wench and coming butter never did in
time agree.
He that getteth himself honey, though
clown, he shall have flies;
In the END God grnds the miller In the dark
the mole has eyes.
He whose father is Alcalde of his trial hath
no fear
And be the Count has reasons that will
make his conduct clear"
Then the voice sententous faltered, and the
wisdom it would teach
Lost itself iondest trities of his soft Castilian
speech;
And on "Concha," "Conchita' and 'Conchita'
he would dwell
With the fond reiteration which the SpaGiard
knows well.
80 with proverbs and caresses, half in faith and
half IN doubt
Every day some hope was Aindled, fickered,
faded, and went out.
Yearly, down the hillside sweeping, came the
stately cayacade
Bringing revel to vanquero, JOY and comfort to
each maid
Bringing days of formal visit, social feast and
EuStlC sport,
or bull batting ON the Dltza, OF love-makng in
The court
Nauy then at Conchas lattice-vainiy as the
idle wind
Rose the thin high Spanish tenor that bespoke
the youth too kind;
Esinly, leaning from their saddles, cabaeros,
bold and fleet,
Plucked for her the buried chicken from be-
meath their mustangs feet.
so in vain the barren hllsides with their gay
serapes blaZed,
Bazed and vanished in the dust-clOud that their
living boots had raised.
Then the drum called from the rampant, and
once more with patient men
The Commander and his daughter each took up
the duh routlne,-
Esch took up the pretty duties of a life apart
and lone,
Till the slow years wrought music in its
dreary monotone.
Forty years on wall and bastion swept the
hollow idle breeze,
Since the Russian eagle fluttered from the Cali
fornla seas.
Forty years wall and baston wrought it slow
but sure decay
And St Georges cross was lifted in the part of
Montery.
And the citadel was lighted, and the hall was
WAS gaily drest.
All TO honor Sir George Simpson, famous
traveller and guest
Far and near the people gathered to the costly
banquet set,
And exchanged congratulations with the Eng
lish baronet;
TIL the formal speeches ended, and amidst the
laugh and wine
Some one spoke of Conchas lover, Needless Of
the warning sign.
Quickly then cried Sir George Simpson "Speak
no i'll Of him, pray.
He is dead. He died, poor fellow, forty years
ago this day.
"Died while speeding home to Russia, falling
from a fractions horse.
Len q sweetheart, too they tell me. Married,
i suppose of counsel
Lives she yetT' A death-like silence fell on
banquet guests and hall