Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1877-10-04

thfOW6 some light on the origin OF the name
of our town. and thought you might wish
to give it place in tho COURIER.
Respectfully yours,
J.F. PROBST.
HoDaEs' DEpor, S. c., Sept 26th, 1877.
DEAR S.0: I was so well pleased with your
conversation at the post Office, that have
translated beautiful piece, by Klopstock. a
| celebrated German author, from the Frencl,
of Madame Do Stacl, and hope it will
please you. Somo Americans seem ashamed
of their foreign dcsccnt am not; quite the
contrary. feel proud Of my German au-
cestry, and am truly sorry I did not
learn that language, and that my education
was SO limited. Most Of what know l
learned at night, after hard day's work at
carriage trimming.
"The little knowledge have gained
Was MI through simple nature strained."
Vcry respectfully yours,
EMANUEL WISS.
"Rcquiem of the great German General
Hermann" who was murdered by those who
envied his greatness. lie was known bv tho
Romans as "Arminius," sung by the bards,
Wcrdomar, Kerding and Durmond.
W.-On tue antique moss covered rock, 0
bard>! let US sit and sing the funeral hymn
Let none direct his steps any farther! Let
mono look under those branches, whore re-
poso the most noble son of our country!
There he lies. extended in his blood! He the
secret terror of tho Romans; even then, when
thcy led his Thusnclda captive! No! do not
look at himl Who can soc him and not weep?
And tho Tyre? 1t should not emit plaintivc
sounds; but sounds of glory to the immortal
K.-My hoad is still covered with the
flaxen hair of infancy. have only to day
girded tho sword. My hands arc for the first
time armod with the lance and the Tyre. How
will be able to sing of lIermnnn? Do not ex
pect too much from the young mon, o fathers!
will wipe away tho tears from my checks
with my golden hair, before daring to stag of
| the greatest son of Mana. tl)
D.-And I alsol | shed tears of anger!
MOI I will not withhold them! Flow burn
| ing tearsl tears Of fnror! You are not dumb;
you cal' down vengeance on those pc'iidious
warriors! Oh my companions! Listen to my
terrible meditation May mono of tho traitors
| to their country, the assassus Of the horo, die
| on tho field of battlel
W.--Behold the torrent that descends from
| the mou ntain and precipitatos itself on those
| rocks; it rolls tho uprooted pines with its
waters. It brings them tor Hermann's
funeral pile! The hero soon will be but dust
| and ashesl but may on this holy dust bo put
conqucror! Stop, then! spirit of the dead!
before joining tho father Scigmar! Stop
againl and see how full of thee are the hearts
Of thy people.
K.-Let US be silont; let us not say to
Thusnolda that her Hermann lies here in his
blood! Do not toll that noble woman that
dcspairing mother. that the father of Thumi-
liko has ceased II, liVe' Who could tell i. to
her. who has already walked loaded with
chains before tho car of the proud conqueror?
Who could tell il 10 that unfortunate being
would have the mean heart Of a Roman!
D.-Unfortunato daughter! who was thy
father? Segcoste? n traitor9 who, in the dark,
was whctting his sword for the homicide? o.!
do not curse himl IIela (2) has already
marked him with her seal!
W.-May tho crime Of Scgeste not interrupt
our songs. and rather may eternal fnrgctful-
ness extend its weiShty wings over his ashesl
The cards of the Tyre, which resound Mt the
name of Hermann, would be profaned. if their
trembling accused the guilty. IIermann! Her
mann! thou the f,vorito Of all noble hearts.
the chief of the bravcst, the saviour Of our
country: it is to thee that tho bards in choir
repeat tho praises in tho echo Of those dark
Bloody twin sister of Cannes; have seen
thee with disheveled hair, fiery eyes and
bloody hands, appear before tho harps of
Walhalla. In vain did the son of Drusus trv
to conceal from thee all tho traces of the
vauquished, at tho valley of death. We did
not suffer it, wo overturned thoir graves, so
that their remains might bear witness on this
great day, this feast of spring; so that from
one age to another tho joyful cry Of tho con-
querols will bo heard. Our hero wished to
| send moro dead companions to Vnrus.
Already, had it not beon for tho jealousy of
tho princes. Co,sina would havo ioincd his
| chief. A still moro noble thought animated
llormann's soul. At midnight, near tho altar
OF the god Thor, in tho midst of tho sacri-
| fees, no said secretly to himself, II will do
it," This design followed him even among
your games, whom tho youthful warriors form
dances, leap over their naked swords and
animate their pleasures by dangers. Tho
pilot, vanquisher of tho storm, tells us that
in distant isc, (3) tho burning mountain
announces, for long while previous by
whirlwinds Of smoke, that flames and rocks
| will soon issue from its bosom; thus, tho first
battles of Hermann pro3nostcated that some
day ho would cross the Alps and descend to
the plains of Romo. 1t is there that the hero
was either to perish or mount tho capitol, and
near tho throne Of Jupiter, who holds in his
hands tho balances Of dcstinics, intcrrogate
! Iilurius, and the shades Of his ancestors, on
tho justice Of his wars. But to accomplish
80 hardy project, it required that tho sword
of the hero, the chief Of battles, should bo
carried among tho princes. Then. his rivals
consplred against him, and now ho is no
nlorcl Tie whose soul had aspircd to such
great and glorious decds!
D.-.lIast thou gathered my burning tears?
HIST thou heard my words Of furor2 o IIela,
| (4) goddess who punishes2
| K.-LOok in Wnlhalla! under those sacred
shades, in tho midst of hcroos tho palm of
victory in his hand, Seigmar advances to meet