The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-06-12

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"Down with the tyrantl" shouted
the mob, and Simon, animated by the
cry, proceeded in his oration.
While the pampered Governor
feasts upon the best, what cares he for
our shrie king babies, our weeping wives?
He, gorged with the fat of the earth,
drunk with the wine of .0t
C Peace, fool !" cried Caspar, and, at
his indignant voice, the eloquent tailor
stood suddenly silently, with open
mouth peace-this is no hour to bab-
BILE alsehood-foolish at any time, most
base and wicked at time like this
We have all suf1ered-all must suffer;
not one throughout the city but has felt
the fierceness of the war. In every
place has hunger had its victims"
"The nuns of st. Ursula have eaten
their gray parrot" exclaimed Hans
Potts, an idle wag, known to many of
the mob; and while some laughed at the
sally, some, condemning it, called out
for Caspar to proceed. ,.r
Not one among us" cried the young
man, " hath Jared more hardly than the
Governor. You-you Simon Holzkopf
who know every dish upon the Govern
or's table, every flask of wine in the
Governors cellar, tell me the dainty
that he fed on yesterday. You cannot
guess-no; it is too rich, too costly, for
your simple apprehension; you cannot
dream of such a rarity Fellow towns
men !" and young Caspar turned for
moment from the abashed Simon to the
still increasing crowd; You remem-
Der the holyday at Easter last : The
Governor rode through our city, and
feasted with the merchants at their hall.
The horse he sat upon king might
have backed-a beautiful, glorious
thing-a creature that scarcely touched
the earth-an animal of perfect frame
and blood You all remember how your
eyes were fixed upon it, and the brute,
as conscious of its beauty, pranced to
your shouts. Yesterday, the Governor
dined off that horse; with the meanest
of his men, he drew lots for a choice
morsel of that noble steed."
"A burgomaster' wife," cried Hans
Potts, has made a roast Of her monkey.
Hard times, my masters b e n the
siege sends our best friends to the spit ~
"Silence, hounds ~ exclaimed an old
man. els this an hour to fling about
your sorry jests, when those we love are
dropping dead around us Peace, MUIR
murer Speak you truly, Caspar? Is
the garrison so straitened ?"
eco to the walls-ask not of me- re-
piled the youth ego, and behold the
sight I've quilted; if that convince ye
not, hang up the Governor and call in
the foe."
"What sight? what sight ?" roared
the mob. ta
Famine feeding on thousand men.
Burly soldiers, shrunk almost to skele-
tons their flashing, hopeful eyes deep
set, and Pickering with a horrid glare;
their manly cheeks pinched in with
want; their hearty, jocund voice sunk
into hoarse whisper; the gallant bear
ing changed to slow decrepitude; their
looks of victory to the blank stare of
coming DEATH"
Horrible horrible! down with the
governor ~ exclaimed the crowd.
"They suffer this, but suffer nobly,"
cried Caspar; mot murmur, not q
look of treason to the stern will of Him
who rules them. Martyrs to the glory
&c ~, ,o;r o,,,,,e tI,axy ctord raco1vad- q
what will, they have sworn with the
Governor to hold the citadel another
week"
"Glory pretty word, faith. Shall
we dry our wives eyes with it Will it
fill our children IS bellies 2" cried one of
the crowd.
"I trow they've something more
toothsome than glory for supper" said
a second, or does the Governors lady
and his delicate daughter feed off the in
sipid dish ? If so, twill spoil their pref
ty looks ~ A derisive shout followed
this remark, and again the crowd called
for vengeance on the Governor.
g Let's to the citadell' cried fifty
voices, and 'sto the citadell" hallooed
the mob. With the words, the crowd
rushed onward, but soon halted in their
course.
Many paused, as they avowed, to re,
consider their determination the great
er part skunk home; and when, al
length, the discontented townsmen
halted at the outer gate, few were to be
seen save the half dozen immediate par