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Where the giants of yore from their mansions come Weep, Freedom! in all thy last citadels, weep, down,
From the Adrian mole to the Adrian deep; O'er the ocean-wide floor play the game of renown. And England, seducer, deserter! prepare
On the heights of the Koosh for the hug of the Hark! hark! how the earth 'neath their armament Bear!
Dublin U. Mag. reels,
Dublin, August 22d, 1849.
From the Banner of the Cross. rass!
Then we which are alive, and remain, shall be caught
up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in In the tent of Dembinski the taper is dim,
the air ; and so shall we ever be with the Lord. Thess. But no need for the dusk light of tapers for him; iv. 17. In the mind of the chief-in his intellect's ray
FOREVER with the Lord ! O, can it be, All the war stands revealed with the splendor of That this bright promise is for child of earth? day.
That for the sons of frail mortality, God! the battle is joined ! Lord of Battles, rejoice! Is given this heritage of priceless worth? Freedom thunders her hymn in the battery's voice- Forever with the Lord! Then to thy heart, In the soaring hurrah—in the half-stifled moanSends the voice of her praise to the foot of thy throne. And guide thy steps, when e'er in life thy part
Believer, take this star of hope to cheer Oh hear, God of Freedom, thy people's appeal;
Is dark with woes, and all around is drear. Let the edges of slaughter be sharp on their steel, Forever with the Lord ! Let this sure word And the weight of destruction and swiftness of fear Be a glad note, to quicken into life Speed death to his mark in their bullets' career!
Those dead in sin, whose spirits have not heard Holy Nature, arise! from thy bosom in wrath
Their Saviour's call to join the Christian strife. Shake the pestilence forth on the enemy's path,
Forever with the Lord! Soon shall the light That the tyrant invaders may march by the road
Of the eternal day in splendor dawn ; Of Sennacherib invading the city of God !
Then let us cast away the works of night,
And take God's armor ere that night be gone. As the stars in their courses 'gainst Sisera strove, Fight, mists of the fens, in the sick air above ! Forever with the Lord! Then, at the last, As Scamander his carcasses flung on the foe, We which remain shall meet him in the air ; Fight, floods of the Theiss, in your torrents below! The care, the grief, the joy of earth all past
With his redeemed the bliss of heav'n to share. As the snail of the Psalmist consuming away, Let the moon-melted masses in silence decay; Forever with the Lord! Ages shall roll Till the track of corruption alone in the air Onward in ceaseless flow, yet still with Him Shall tell sickened Europe the Russ has been there! We shall abide—blest portion of the soul !
Equal to that of brightest seraphim! Stay! stay !-in thy fervor of sympathy pause, Sept. 6th, 1849.
I am weary of straying-oh fain would I rest
In that far distant land of the pure and the blest, The mothers of Moscow, who offer the breast Where sin can no longer her blandishments spread, To their orphans, have hearts, as the mothers of And tears and temptations forever are fled. Nor are love's aspirations more tenderly drawn I am weary of hoping—where hope is untrue, From the bosoms of youth by the Theiss than the As fair, but as fleeting as morning's bright dew; Don.
I long for that land whose blest promise alone
Is changeless and sure as eternity's throne God of Russian and Magyar, who ne'er hast designed
I am weary of sighing o'er sorrows of earth, Save one shedding of blood for the sins of man- O'er joy's glowing visions, that fade at their birth ; kind,
O'er the pangs of the loved, which we cannot asNo demon of battle and bloodshed art thou,
suage, To the war-wearied nations be pitiful now! O'er the blightings of youth, and the weakness of
age. Turn the hearts of the kings—let the Magyar again Reap the harvests of peace on his bountiful plain ;
of loving what passes awayAnd if not with renown, with affections and lives, The sweetest, the dearest, alas! may not stay ; Send the poor Russians home to their children and I long for that land where those partings are o'er ; wives
And death and the tomb can divide hearts no more. But you fill all my bosom with tumult once more- I am weary, my Saviour ! of grieving thy love ; What! Görgey surrendered! What! Bem's bat- Oh! when shall I rest in thy presence above? tles o'er!
I am weary—but oh! let me never repine, What! the horrible Haynau victorious !—Oh God, While thy word, and thy love, and thy promise are Give us patience to bow to thy terrible rod!
I am weary
BY JOHN WILMER.
THE MODERN VASSAL.
as to the French tutors we get hereabouts, they are so detestable, that withal he gets a pretty education—a little music, a little drawing, a good
deal of dancing and French reading, swimming “ Leon, you shall stay in this room because I and rowing ad libitum.” bid you," said a tall, soldierly-looking man, imper- “And shooting, papa ; I can fire a gun, and atively, to a handsome, well-grown boy-ten years the forester says I take a good aim," put in old, or thereabouts—who stood, with frowning Leon. brow and fushed cheek, in the middle of the apart- "And fire a gun! I beg pardon for not ment. "Do you hear, sir ?"
having enumerated this last fine accomplishment. The only effect of this command was the pro- But regular habits of mind are wanting, and their trusion of a ripe under lip, and a fashing of the deficiency will be felt through life.” dark, lustrous eyes, from beneath long, black " Then why not send him to Lemberg ?" said lashes of remarkable beauty ; and as the father the mother, hesitatingly. gazed on a form which already betrayed a promise “ To Lemberg! Are you in earnest, Vanda ? of future strength and grace, and on features not Would you that my boy, my only son, my heir, strictly regular, indeed, but striking, and an- were Austrianized, Teutonized, schooled into tame nouncing in their general expression an unusual submission to the oppressor from his earliest years, degree of firmness and daring, the symptoms of when, God helping, I trust to make him one day anger faded from his countenance, and the pride fit to throw off the foreign yoke ?" of a fond parent beamed from his eyes—in which The general, in greai excitement, strode up and he in vain tried to throw severe and reproving down the apartment, and the countess' pale cheek glances.
Aushed with the glow of responsive sentiments. The boy stood his ground in stubborn silence ; “Ah !" she murmured, we should have Polish not daring to advance towards the door, but ready schools.” for a spring the moment the opportunity offered. “Ay-native schools-native schools—that
“Leon, will you not stay a little while with were our right—those the only places where our your poor, sick mamma?” said a low, soft voice, children can be properly educated. For, first and | rendered still weaker by distance, for the speaker last, a home education is unfit for young men-it
lay at full length on a couch at the extremity of prepares them neither for the world nor for lifethe room ; one of unusual dimensions, when com- makes neither scholars nor soldiers of them.” pared with those of other countries, though com- “Oh! Ladislas-all Poles are born soldiers mon enough to houses of any pretension in Galicia. they need no teaching," warmly exclaimed the The feeble accents no sooner reached the child's countess. ear than he flew to the sofa, knelt beside it, and “Well, that may be-nay,” said the count, buried his face in the robe of the lady there ex- “I will candidly admit that it is so ; but still our tended. Her snowy fingers played languidly with youths are obliged to put up, for the most part, his coal-black locks as she said,
with a frivolous, incomplete education, unworthy “There-I knew you were a good boy, and their station, or to mingle with the oppressors. would not pain me.”
If driven to the latter alternative, then let it be as No, mamma, no !” said Leon, large tears late as possible, that's all. So we now await hanging like dew-drops on his dark lashes" not our new French tutor ; and, in the interim, befor all the beavers in the lake."
tween his arrival and the departure of the late one, “What have the beavers to do with it, Leon ?" I suppose I must not quarrel with your wildness,
“Why, you see, mamma, the forester had Monsieur Leoneh?” promised to take me to the pond where they build The child, with instinctive tact, saw that the so prettily, and I wanted to go with him—that 's wind was blowing in his favor, and flew into his what made me so restless."
father's arms, who brushed back the clustering “But where are you come from so flushed and hair from his brow, and gazed his fill on the young heated ?"
face he loved so well. “I have been riding my pony about the grounds." “My boy,” he said, patting the curly head, " But before that?"
“ it is of no use trying to deceive you; we are “Before that, mamma—why, before that I was fond of, and foolish with you, because you are our rowing down the river."
only child ; but let your own reason, as you grow, “Wild scapegrace !” exclaimed the father, guard you against the weakness of our love. Not “when you ought to be at your desk, doing some- another being in the wide world will feel for you thing better."
as do the two beings under whose fostering care “Sometimes he will pore over books whole you are growing up—not one, Leon, be sure of days together," said the lady.
that. And now I must away, Vanda, and look Oh, ay,” replied her husband, shrogging his after my farming and bailiffs ; for my young heir shoulders, over French novels, which you or his will have broad lands, but they must be worth the French tutor have the folly to leave in his way. inheriting. Now, Leon, be good, and stay with My duties do not allow me to watch over him as I mamma till I return—will you ?” The promise should ; your state of health, my poor Vanda, was readily given. precludes your being efficient in that respect ; and “ You see,” murmured the countess, as the
general stooped to kiss her wan cheek, and press | sals." The lady spoke these words in a tone of her feverish hand," You see how gentle Leon is displeasure so unlike her usual languid meekness, when you treat him gently.”
that even the boy was startled, and his attention, “Ay, but that won't do," said the count, already half roused by Seraphinka's remarks, shaking his head, with a smile. " The world is became completely withdrawn from his book. apt to rough it with us. Besides, Leon must one Two crimson spots stained the cheeks of his day be a soldier, like me ; we poor Poles have no mother, and her look had fallen to the ground. other chance or opening. Napoleon used to say After a slight pause, which the maid did not venhe knew no prince in the army. I shall echo the ture to break, the countess said : “ Tell the woman sentiment, and say heirs and only sons are un- to call again, in a week or so. I do not feel well known in the army. But, my poor Vanda, how to-day, and can see no one. Mind, Seraphinka,” hot your hand is ! I think I had better again have she added with some severity," say just what I the physician from Lemberg. You seem very say, and no more ; add nothing of your own, I weak, my dearest.” The tone of command natu- beg.” Seraphinka withdrew in silence, and the ral to the general always gave way, when he ad- countess, sinking back on her couch, bade Leon dressed his wife, to accents of almost feminine continue his reading ; but the boy's mind ran on solicitude.
the maid's errand. Wasted as she was by the insidious disease “What a nasty, idle, filthy old witch is that that was hurrying her to the grave, the countess Jakubska ! I wonder, mamma, you do not get still bore in her elegant form and interesting coun- her whipped for coming up so often to the chatenance traces of great personal charms, and her teau." whole air and manner had that aristocratic grace The countess rose to a sitting posture, and fixed peculiar to the women of her nation ; but more upon her son a long, melancholy gaze. At last winning than the stamps of birth and the linger- her eyes filled with tears, and her voice trembled ing evidences of beauty, was the soul that breathed with emotion, as, taking his hand, she said, with from her dark eyes, and played in her mournful an earnestness most rare with her :smile.
"My poor Leon, do not speak thus : you know When the general had left the room, the lady not what you say ; but it is very, very wicked. I desired her son to bring the History of Poland am not well enough to make you feel how wrong from her own bookcase ; but somehow he missed it is, and what pain yon give me.” She laid her the volume, and brought one of the Arabian hand on her heart to stop, as it were, its throb Nights instead. His mother smiled at the mis- bing. take, but made no comment. Gazing steadily at “And why is what I say so very wrong ?” the youthful reader with eyes whose melancholy demanded the boy ; “my cousin Joseph speaks deepened as his countenance became irradiated such things, and is never reproved for them.” with the growing interest of the tale, she seemed The countess, after a moment's pause, resumed. absorbed in some meditation apart from the occu- “How can you ask, Leon ? Does not your pation of the moment. The languor of her frame, own heart tell you it is not the poor woman's however, could not resist the soothing effect of fault that she is destitute, any more than it is the reading ; and the long lids drooped over the through any merit of your own that you are rica :houghtful orbs so lately filled with intense, and happy? Your being so happy, and she so though, to the child, incomprehensible meaning. wretched, should induce you to pity her all the
Carried away by his childish eagerness, the boy more. How can you hate the unfortunate, Leon ? did not lower his voice, and the monotonous mur- You know not how unfortunate you may yourself mur kept his mother's senses lulled. Half an be one day, for sorrow is as much at home in the hour or more thus passed away, when a side-door halls of the great as in the huts of the poor. I was gently opened, and a female stole softly in. hope, Leon, you have not a bad heart,” she added, Leon, wholly engrossed with the fairy existence musingly. his son) was drinking in, did not become aware “Oh ! mamma, I could like any one else; but of the presence of this new-comer until her step, Jakubska I can't help hating !-she is so very light as it was, roused the countess.
frightful ;” and the boy, with the repulsion of “I beg pardon, my lady,” the maid began, childhood from personal disgrace, covered his face “ but the woman you pension is again here." with his hands.
“The third time this month !” said the count- Seraphinka again made her appearance. ess, querulously ; "she cannot possibly want any- beg pardon, my lady, but the insistance of this old thing—this is really tiresome.”
woman is such that I cannot get rid of her ; she "After all the gracious countess has done for says she will not go away till she has seen you." her, too !” exclaimed the Abigail, with upraised “ Fool! to brave me thus,” said the countess ; hands and eyes ;
one must be an angel like you, “but,” she added with a sigh,“ she knows my my lady, to put up with it; other ladies would, weakness." long since, have cast her off, for she is the most Mamma, let me send her off,” said Leon, impudent beggar"
fiercely. “Hush! Seraphinka, you know I do not The countess, glancing at her son's contracted approve your speaking thus of the count's vas- brow, rose hastily, and, folding an India shawl
closely round her emaciated, lofty form, leaning mansion, and of trees, except those of his garon her maid's arm, slowly crossed the room. Her den, that rose immediately behind it. The garden silent acquiescence in what both the young heir was large, and well shaded ; and as the countess and Seraphinka considered an impertinence that had not, for some years past, been able to extend deserved chastisement, caused an expressive glance her walks beyond its limits, it had been kept in to pass between them. Before opening the door better style than was to be expected from the disleading to her own apartment, the countess turned, orderly look of the house and the rest of its beand said : “ Leon, now you may go and play longings. It had an aviary, a fine hothouse, about the grounds; I don't wish you to read any plenty of fragrant shrubs and flowers, some statues, longer, and you need not look for my return, for I and many a neat bower, which the poor lady called am going to lie down and sleep.”
her stages, for each seat marked the place where As the door closed on his mother, Leon darted rest became necessary to her. Here Leon spent through the opposite one, and in a minute had most of the time he devoted to his mother; though cleared the straggling corridors and stairs that he hated its trimness, and was ever anxious to separated him from the so-called pleasure-grounds. escape to the large pond, some distance off, over
The Castle of Stanoiki-for the house bore this whose wide expanse he could manage a boat, unsounding appellation—like most of the mansions assisted by any one. belonging to the nobility of that neighborhood, But, notwithstanding the neglected look of all was a long, low, irregular edifice, with so few around, the count was immensely rich. His pretensions to style, either architectural or decora- wealth, however, like that of most landed propritive, that it might have been mistaken for a farm etors towards the south of Galicia, chiefly conor manufactory; and, though by no means of a sisted in metal and salt mines, so abundant in remote date, it already bore an air of dilapida- these parts. This may excuse his having betion, owing to the want of timely repair. Where stowed so little attention on the improvement or a tile fell, there it remained, the servants being cultivation of land, which would have absorbed too idle to remove it, and the noble possessors more time and money than its returns would have deeming such trifles altogether beneath their notice. justified. His mines, and the intricate nature of A huge hole in the roof allowed the rain to enter the accounts connected with them, wholly engaged the upper chambers, which, however, being the his attention when not visiting his friends and conapartment allotted to guests, in nowise incom- nexions whose intimacy he wished to keep up for moded the family. A visitor, on one occasion, Leon's sake ; for the general, a good man in the being obliged to adjust a large umbrella over his main, but whose education had been most superbed, and to sleep beneath its protection throughout ficial, had no interest in life beyond his estate and the night, informed his hosts in the morning of his heir. the circumstance, and his expedient. It was Besides the last-named all-engrossing object of laughed at as a good joke, but, with habitual care- tenderness, the general had never known but two lessness in such matters, was forgotten the next affections—the Emperor Napoleon, under whom instant. Large patches of plaster had fallen here he had served, and Vanda, his first and only love. and there from the walls, and revealed the red His existence had been under a spell. Whatever brick beneath, which greatly disfigured the general he most desired he obtained, indeed, but only after appearance of the building. The count once years of hope deferred, which proverbially maketh remarked that the house was getting sadly out of the heart sick; it produced on him, however, the repair, and that a new one was becoming necessa- contrary effect of strengthening, perhaps it might be ry; but the simple plan of fresh plastering and said, of hardening, his character. Stanoiki being painting the old one never suggested itself to his the younger son of a younger son, his cousin Vanda mind, nor, indeed, to that of any one about him. had been destined to another; and, landless, hope
In front of the castle, a large waste of scanty, less, he had followed the banners of Napoleon at discolored grass extended in wearisome uniform- an age when most men are intent on their studies. ity—a type of the surrounding landscape—until, Thus he became the pupil of the drum, as he himby a rather abrupt descent, it sloped into a swamp, self termed it, and ripened to the din of arms; where the grass grew rank, and harbored under the real element of the Pole, the only one in its tall blades hosts of toads and water-snakes- which he can live content-never being at peace vermin and reptiles of all kinds and varieties. with himself except when he is at war with Beyond this swept a river ; shallow or nearly dry others. in summer, a rapid torrent in autumn, hard frozen Vanda and he patiently waited years for the in winter, regularly overflowing each spring, and attainment of their most ardent wish—their union. as regularly carrying away the many fragile At his return from Moscow, death having thinned bridges that intersected it and united that part of the ranks of his family with inconceivable rapidthe count's domains with his lands lying on the ity, he became heir to the property which he now other side the stream. The flats—sand-pits and enjoyed. Shortly ter, he had the satisfaction to bogs alternating-extended as far as the eye could introduce Vanda as mistress of it. He might now reach, and gave the country a desolate, monoto- have been truly happy, in spite of the sighs he nous aspect, which was increased by the total ab- gave to the fate of his country and his hero-Posence of human habitation, except the count's land and Napoleon-had not destiny again baulked
his legitimate desires. All he demanded was an her features, originally fine-for she had a touch heir to the family honors about to be extinct in of Armenian blood in her veins—but distorted by his own person, and that heir Heaven had denied. age, the indulgence of low habits, and the hardIn vain the countess spent hours kneeling on the ships of a rough life, became softened from their cold pavement of her chapel-in vain did she open usually lowering expression as she said, with a bountiful hand to the poor, in order to call down whining familiarity, the blessed boon from Heaven-it was still denied. “ Surely-surely—you 'll let me kiss your In vain did the count resort to less spiritual means, robe ; you 'll not be prouder than the countess dragging his wife to all the spas of Germany in herself. Now do, my little lord, and such a succession, and tormenting her with a continual handsome lord, too, as you are—it's a prince change of habit and regimen ; his wishes were you ought to be, not a count, with that face and frustrated, and the countess, always delicate, grew that air-do, now, let me but just feel that soft weaker and sadder with every new voyage. At velvet !" last, when the hope of both had well nigh given Leon drew himself up with all his father's seway to despair, and their domestic felicity was be- verity. " Leave me !"' he said ; “ begone, begginning to cloud over, the countess became a gar! You get alms enough from the chateau, mother, and, oh joy! the mother of a son! The what more would you have ?" count was wild with delight ; and not even in the “Ay, alms, she muttered.
“ When you are days of early love had he so surrounded his wife master, I wonder if you 'll give me any." with attention and tenderness as he did now. The “I!” said he, impetuously—“I shall have countess, too, bloomed afresh under the tardy but yon taught with the lash to forget the road to the welcome emotion ; and though the child seemed chateau.” to participate in her delicacy of constitution, the “ Holy Virgin !” exclaimed the woman, fond parents anchored their every hope on this young, and already so hard-hearted ! Do you solitary treasure—for solitary it proved. Towards know,” she added, grasping with her long, bony the close of the first year the child grew hearty fingers the stick that supported her, and fixing and robust, but the countess began to droop, and her wild black eyes intently upon those of the gradually sank into decline, towards whose last child,“ do you know that I could find it in my stage she was now rapidly progressing. She bore heart to curse you ?" her sufferings with a resigned, if not a strong “Do not-do not!” exclaimed the boy, hastily. heart, and was gentle and patient as ever ; but, “ There,” he added, drawing from his shirt front never buoyant, even in her best days, she gave the small gold buttons which fastened it, “these way in time to a despondency from which nothing are valuable— take them, and do not cast an evil but her husband's presence could rouse her. Such eye upon me, for I see it—you have an evil eye ; Leon's birth and parentage, which may account or, if they do not satisfy you, take my watch”. for the lax education under which the weeds of his it was one belonging to his mother, which she young mind were growing apace.
had given him but a few days previously—“take Leon stood on the lawn before the mansion, this— take everything I have, but do not touch breathing health and enjoyment. What cared he me-do not look at me- -and, oh! pray do not for the absence of the picturesque ? For him curse me.” there were plenty of turreted castles in the clouds “Keep your watch," the woman sternly said, when the evening sun gilded them with a parting closing her hand the moment the gold bottons tinge, and he missed not those reared by human touched her palm ; " it would be missed and rehands. He was at the age when trees are only claimed, and my lord, the count, would have me desired to be climbed—when the inexperienced punished like a thief for it—the buitons I will eye and heart feel the want of nothing, and the keep, and even endure a whipping for them, if fresh fancy conjures up the images it would feed they must be bought at that price. No! I will upon. But Leon was not in a dreamy mood. not curse you--not for your own sake, but for There were boats and boatmen at his command, your mother's”-she spoke the last words emgrooms and ponies in the stable, and, in the back- phatically—“ take heed, however, young lordyard, a kennel full of dogs, a heterogeneous mix- ling, that your luck in life match your pride ;"> ture of his own selection ; and he was revolving so saying, she shook her rags about her, and, in his mind whether he should yield to any of grasping her stick tightly, moved off without bethese temptations, or seek the game-keeper and stowing another look at the boy. his beavers, gazing the whilst mechanically to- Leon remained transfixed to the spot, gazing wards the river, when he felt a slight tug at his after the old woman, like one in a trance. velvet polonaise. The boy started ; and, turning him she appeared little else than one of those round, perceived the hated Jakubska standing close wicked fairies he had so often read of, whose to him, and attempting, with the humility of a wand had the power of transforming diamonds Polish vassal, to kiss the hem of his robe. Cus- and rubies into ashes, and lovely young princesses tomary as was this token of respect, Leon shrank into hideous wenches; and, as he now beheld her, from her touch with a shudder of aversion which diminutive and spare in form, yet moving forward he did not feel for the various reptiles that crawled with a rapidity that would have baffled pursuit, across the grass. The woman perceived it, and and without any appearance of effort, striding