Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1912-07-26
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well, old fellow, thou hast fairly
spoken the truth" cried one; and since
kitchen and cellar are empty show US
the way to the chapel, that we may
return thanks to thy silver pyx. and
crucifix, and candlestcks for the good
wine we might have had"
Stunned at the dashing tone of the
soldier, the old man spoke not word
and with trembling hands he led the way
to the chapel Either from faint trace
of religious memories, or a growing con-
viction that there really remained moth
ing to take, the crowd entered slowly
and gravely, pausing in the centre of
the hall.
Here lies the F'riedlander!" cried one,
and fixed his eyes on an inscription on
a stone. Those who could read throng
ed around, and satisfied themselves of
the truth of his assertion.
THE one who dealt with the devil!
The man who often made us start The
one who would overcome the great Gus
tavus, and even be king himself" cried
many soldiers.
THE same" answered the sergeant
And think ye that they have buried
him like a beggar? ! trust not. AS
suredly he lies in a silver coffin, and
is covered with all the jeweled orders
which he once took, or maybe stole from
his lord the emperor
ana the glorious Boluen CROWN lot
which he strove in life was doubtless
put on his head after DEATH" cried
another. why. he threw away gold
as l throw chaff and his horses were
shod with silver, and drank from mar
BILE vases!"
AYE. what a glorious nest we've
found" shouted the corporal, joyfully.
And that's the reason why they've
buried him here so plainly. lest some
good fellow might think of the treasure
and break in"
well, take hold and lift," cried sew
eral who had brought bars and sticks.
The mighty stone soon yielded to their
efforts and the dark opening to the tomb
was soon free.
Go first. old fellow!" shouted the
soldier Thou hast often travelled the
path ere now. I dare say!'
But slight shudder thrilled the
| frames Of more than one among them as
| they descended the antique stairway
which led to the tomb. In the centre
of the dark vault lay two vast oaken
| sarcophagi, which, in the pickering light
| of the lantern appeared of colossal size.
| And within these were the heavy block
| tin collins, containing the last earthly
| remains of Albrecht Wallenstein. Duke
of Friedland, and of his first wife, Lu-
cretia Won Landeck.
There lies the unfortunate hero" said
the old man, in deep but trembling
| voice, pointing to the upright sarcopha-
| gus, and withdra wing, as II fearful OF
sharing in the sacrligious disturbance Of
the last repost of a man whom he re-
membered as standing in all his majesty
before him, when he himself. had been
young.
| With a readiness which indicated long
familiarity with the art of plumber, sew
eral of the soldiers applied themselves to
! breaking In the lid and removing the
cover of the second coffin. The heavy
lid was soon raised exposing the fea-
| lures OF the mighty dead. The counte-
nance had lost every trace of expression,
the skin had become brown as leather,
and the collapsed cheek gave an undue
| prominence In the cheek bones. The
| body had wthered, and scarce a trace
| remained to indicate the greatness of the
soul which had once lodged within.
A very few minutes sufficed, however,
| to satisfy the curiosity of the soldiers
ere they proceeded to search the corpse.
| But the great Wallenstein had been
buried without an ornament A simple
| robe covered the body. No crown
| cleaned on the head. no golden chain
covered his breast, and not single
| brilliant shone from the dried fingers.
THE monks have buried him like a
monk. and not like a prince" exclaim-
ed the captain, angrily. THE richest