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in a struggle with one more powerful him with a wand, and thrice implored than itself; and woe to the Magyar mercy for the condemned man. The if he does not profit by the warning!" third time the officer broke the wand
“Ah! it is no Magyar who can in two, threw it at the criminal's feet, talk thus !"
and said in solemn tones, “ God is “Anna! thy first husband fell in merciful !” battle on the morrow of thy wedding At these words the doomed man day. Wouldst thou lose thy second raised his head; his attitude grew more bridegroom on its eve ?"
erect, his features glowed. He gazed "I? With contrition I avow my around him in the faces of the assemculpable weakness ; I love you more bled soldiers, then upwards at the than my country, more than liberty: purple clouds, and spoke in enthuUntil to-day, no man ever heard siastic tones. these words from a Polish woman. " Thank thee, O God !" he said ; I wish you to sacrifice yourself? Did " and thanks also to you, comrades, you seek to do so, I should surely for my death. Life has long been a hold you back-which no Polish wife burthen to me; death is welcome. I ever yet did to her husband. All I have lost everything—wife and child, crave of you is to leave that man his house and home; my country alone life, whose patriotism was stronger remained to me, and her I could not than your own. On our bridal eve, free. I rejoice to die. Yon, comI ask you for a man's life as a wedding rades, bless God, that yonder, beyond gift.
the mountains, you have a mother, a " And a soldier's honour !"
beloved bride, à faithful wife, an in" Punish him otherwise."
fant child, waiting your return. “There is but one alternative. The Yonder beyond the mountains you man has instigated mutiny and deser- have your homes, your cottages, your sertion; the law has doomed him to families. Pray to God that at your death. I must execute the sentence, last hour you may welcome death as or fly with him to Hungary. And joyfully as I, who have nothing left thence, I well know, I should never upon earth.” He paused, and sank return. In a case like this, the judge upon his knees, az if power had depunishes, or is an accomplice of the parted from his limbs. criminal. In one hand I have the The soldiers stood motionless as sword of justice, in the other the ban- statues. The adjutant waved the ner of insurrection. Choose! which paper in his hand. Gloomily the six shall I raise ?"
hussars raised their carbines.
Once more the adjutant raised the The sky was scarcely reddened by folded paper, when behold! a young the dawn when the prisoner was led non-commissioned officer dashed out forth to execution. Silently, without of the ranks, snatched the fatal docuother sound than that of their horses' ment from his hand, tore it, and hoofs, marched the square of hussars. threw the fragments at the feet of the In the centre, on an open cart, was firing-party. the chaplain, a crucifix in his hand; Two hundred sabres flashed from and beside him, in a white shirt, bare- their scabbards, and, amidst a cloud headed and with fettered hands, the of dust, two hundred chargers scoured culprit, George of St Thomas. across the plain.
The sun rose as they reached the appointed place. The plumes of the The wedding guests were waiting. hussars and the grey locks of the con- The bridegroom was there in full unidemned man fluttered in the morning form, glittering with gold, and the breeze. They took him from the beauteous bride in her graceful robe cart: six hussars dismounted and un- of white lace. Yet a moment, and slung their carbines; the remainder she would be his wedded wife. formed up. The adjutant unfolded a The moment was very long. paper and read, in a stern and merci. The bridegroom awaited his adless voice, the sentence of death passed jutant's return from the execution. upon George of St Thomas. Accord. Until then, he would not approach the ing to customary form, a soldier altar. stepped up to the adjutant, presented What if, at the very instant the
solemn Yes ! passed his lips, there their rapid coursers, forward towards reached his ears the rattle of the the blue mountains-ever forward. life-destroying volley, which he, the Through forest wildernesses, over thrice happy lover, had commanded ? pathless heaths, up hill and down
What if, whilst God's servant im- ever forwards to the distant monnplored Heaven's blessing on theirunion, tains. the angry spirit of the criminal, in- Right and left steepled cities apvoking vengeance on his judge's head, peared and vanished; the vesper bells appeared at the footstool of the Al- greeted them as they passed ; loudly mighty?
neighing, their horses swept along, Still no adjutant came.
swift and ever swifter. The bridegroom was uneasy. Yet Amongst them rode the grayuneasier grew the bride.
headed man, guiding them by un"Perhaps," she whispered, "it were trodden paths, over swamp and moor, better to postpone the ceremony." through silent groves of pine, forwards
“Or," he replied, "to hasten it.” to the mountains.
A foreboding of evil oppressed them In the evening twilight they reach both.
thie banks of a stream. Here and And still the adjutant came not. there on the distant hills glimmer the Two, three hours elapsed beyond the shepherds' fires; beyond those hills appointed time. Noon approached ; lies the Magyar’s home, and in their each minute seemed an eternity. valleys this stream takes its rise.
At last hoofs clattered in the court. Here, for the first time, they disHasty steps and jingling spurs were mount, to water their horses in the heard upon the stairs. All
wave whose source is in their native fixed upon the door. . . . It opened, land. the adjutant appeared, pale, dusty, Whilst the horses sup the cool exhausted, the sweat streaming over stream, their riders strike up that gay his face.
and genial song, whose every note “Remain without !" cried the brings memories of home, bridegroom. “ You bring a message
“ Hei! auch ich bin dort geboren, of death-enter not here!"
Wo der Stern dort strahlt." “No message of death do I bring," Who ever rode so merrily to death? replied the officer hoarsely, “but a But the vedettes make sudden sign hundred times worse. The condemned that some one comes. man has taken the hussars away with In the distance a horseman is seen; bim, all, towards the Hungarian his steed vies in swiftness with the frontier A couple of leagues off wind, his long plume and laced pelisse they released me to make my report !" stream behind, the gold upon his
"My horse !" shouted the bride- schako glitters in the red sun-rays. groom, hurrying madly to the door. · “ The Captain !" is murmured But he paused at sight of his bride, around. paler than ever and with terror in her The hussars mount, draw their glance.
sabres, form line, and when their “ WAIT BUT A MOMENT, dearest captain appears in their front, they love !" he said, clasped her to his offer him the customary salute. breast, kissed her, and threw himself Breathless with fury and speed, at on his horze.
first he cannot speak. Motionless The animal reared beneath him and in front of the line, bis sabre quivering wonld not leave the court. The rider in his hand, he is at a loss for words struck the spurs sharply into its flanks. to express his indignation. Before Once more he looked back. There he can find them, four hussars quit she stood, the beloved one, in her the ranks; the youngest—the same bridal dress upon the balcony, and who tore up the sentence-raises his waved her kerchief. “You will soon hand to his schako, and addresses his be back," she said.
chief. She never saw him again.
" Welcome, Captain! You come
at the right moment to accompany us Forward raced the hussars upon to Hungary. Short time is there for
*“ Ha ! I too was yonder born, where brightly beams the star."
deliberation. Decide quickly. We tives, their horses' tramp dies away in will seize your horse's bridle, and take the darkness. Here and there, from you with us by force. Well do we the distant mountains, the herdsknow that you come willingly; but so man's horn resounds ; on their flanks will you avoid disgrace, should defeat the shepherd's fire gleams like a bloodbe our lot. You must with us-by red star. force. If we succeed, yours the Forward, forward ! glory; if we fall, the guilt is ours, since we compel you. Play your Back to thy lair, bloodthirsty part! Defend yourself! Cut one or monster, back and sleep! two of us from our saddles, the first Let the forest-grass grow over the who lays hand on your rein — see, I ensanguined plain. grasp it! Strike, Captain, and with How much is destroyed, how much a will."
has passed away. He did as he said, and seized the How many good men, who were horse's bridle ; whilst, on the other here, are here no longer ; and how side, an old serjeant laid hand on its many who remain would grieve but mane. The horse stirred not.
little if they, too, were numbered The Captain gazed hard at them, with the dead. each in turn; but he raised not his The hero of battles is once more a sabre to strike. Behind him his for- robber and a fugitive. The iron hand saken bride, before him the mountain of the law drives him from land's end frontier of his native land. On the to land's end. one hand, a heaven of love and happi- In the mad-house mopes a captain ness ; on the other, glory and his of hussars, and ever repeats,—"WAIT country's cauze. Two mighty pas- BUT A MOMENT!" None there can sions striving against each other with guess the meaning of his words. a giant's force. The fierce conflict Only George of St Thomas is went nigh to overpower him; his happy. He sleeps in a welcome head sank upon his breast. Suddenly grave, dreaming of sweet renown and blared the trumpets in rear of the deep revenge. squadron ; at the martial sound his eager war-horse bounded beneath him. We have suppressed two chapters With awakening enthusiasm the of this tale, both for want of space, rider raised his head and waved his and because they are unpleasantly sabre.
full of horrors. They are chiefly occu. "Forward, then," he cried, “in pied with the vengeance wreaked by God's name !"
George, who is frightfully mutilated in And forward he sprang into the the course of the war, upon the Serbs, river, the two hussars by his side ; and especially upon his deadly foe the cloven waters plashing in pearls Basil ; and include an account of the around their heads.
capture by assault, and subsequent Forward, forward to the blue conflagration, of the town of St mountains !
Thomas. They are in no way essenIn lengthening column, the hussars tial to heighten or complete the infollowed across the stream-the horses terest of those we have given ; and bravely breasting the flood, the bold L'Envoy is as appropriately placed at riders singing their wild Magyar the end of the third chapter as at the ditty. But dark and gloomy was close of the fifth. The plot of the their leader's brow, for each step led whole tale, if such it may be called, him farther from happiness and his is quite unimportant; but there is an bride.
originality and a wild vigour in many In the midst of the troop rode of the scenes, which justify, in comGeorge of St Thomas, in his hand bination with other German translathe banner of Hungary. His cheek tions from the Magyar that have glowed, his eye flashed: each step lately reached us, an anticipation of brought him nearer to revenge. yet better things from the present
The troubled stream is once more generation of Hungarian poets and stilled, the fir-wood receives the fugi- novelists.
THE MESSAGE OF SETH.
AN ORIENTAL TRADITION.
PROSTRATE upon his couch of yellow leaves,
Where fruits and flowers hung temptingly o'erhead, Eden's blue streams he traced, by bliss ecstatic led.
Before him still, in the far distance seen,
For fitful lightnings, on the turf below,
The fiery sword that, high above the trees, Flashed awful threatenings from the angel's hand, Who kept the gates and guarded :-nigh to these, A hopeless exile, Adam loved to stand Wistful, or roamed to catch a breeze that fanned The ambrosial blooms, and wafted perfume thence, As 'twere sweet tidings from a distant land No more to be beheld; for Penitence, However deep it be, brings back not Innocence.
Thus had it been through weary years, wherein
While tearfully, beside that bed of death,
“Seth, dearest Seth," 'twas thus the father said,
A pillow to this else forsaken head,
Lay even as fowlers' nets; and how the wrath
Strewed briars and thorns along each rugged path :-
"On darkness Dawn will break; and, as the gloom
Of something all unfelt before, downweighs
The penitential prostrate from the dust,
Of primal blessedness my steps were bent
For man hath been provided, which shall free
“Although thy disobedience hath brought down
One day, an oil distil, of power to close
And learn if, even for me, may yet be found
(Fear not, he knows that edict from the Throne)
Haste thee, oh haste! for my uncertain sight,