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dividual conscience; that metaphysical A certain regiment having received and dogmatic theories can never become orders to evacuate Moscow, arrived at the the only symbol of the church, nor even little village of Maloi-Yaroslavitz just in its most elevated symbol ; but what is far time to take part in a glorious battle better, that Christianity is destined to fought by Prince Eugene, at the head of sanctify and purify all the relations of real the fourth regiment against the united life ; that, in fine, all religious forms or forces of the enemy. Colonel Kobilenski, ecclesiastical regulations should aim at aide-de-camp of Marshal Devoust, crossthis divine result, alike in individuals and ing the line of battle to carry some order communities of believers."
was struck by a ball and left among the
dead. On the evening of this brilliant THE BODY-GUARD.
day, for the little village, several times
taken and retaken, remained at last in BY MRS. C. M. SAWYER,
power of the French, Marshal Devoust It is not in the heat and fury of battle, was reconnoitering the battle-field, wben
believe the many attestations of suddenly a man covered with blood, rose history, that the bravest deeds are done, up from a heap of dead, exclaiming, the most wonderful acts of heroic self- · Well, comrades, are you going to leave devotion performed. When the blood is me to die without assistance ?” It was stirred by the sound of the trumpet, and Kobilenski, who in the general confusion the consciousness that the eyes of a was supposed to have fallen into the hands nation are to witness his valor urges him of the enemy. A litter being hastily pre
may easy for a soldier to face pared by the men of the escort, the poor the cannon's mouth without flinching. wounded officer was soon confided to the But there are other situations, seemingly care of the surgeons; but, alas! when not half so dreadful, which really require they came to examine his wound, they exmore heroic strength than any which the changed a glance of gloomy intelligence field of battle can present. The disas- with the Marshal ; amputation, which the trous retreat of Napoleon's army from ball itself had effected at the hip joint, Moscow, perhaps furnished more striking could only be completed by the scalpel
. evidences of the truth of this than any A second time losing his senses, the unother event of history. With a burning fortunate Kobilenski presses the hand of city behind them, an infuriated enemy to his illustrious chief in token of a last dispute every step of their way, and the adieu. deadly cold of a Russian winter before The next day the order came to the them, the commencement even of that Marshal to quit the route of Kalouga long and dreadful march which strewed immediately, and deploy on to that of every mile of its length with the dead, Wilna, where hereafter his retreat was to may be supposed to have been enough to be effected. The troops were already destroy the
courage of the bravest. What executing this movement, when the officer must it have been as cold, weariness, and whom the Marshal had sent to inquire starvation, gradually more and more un- in regard to the condition of Kobilenskifitted them to resist the harassing attacks returned to announce that contrary to all of the living foe which everywhere dogged expectations he was still alive, and the their steps? One of the thousand evi- ambulances of the army had remained dences of what a brave heart can conquer, behind! The baggage had been burned ! is furnished in the following incident se- What would become of the unfortunate lected from multitudes equally remarkable, Polander? Such were the reflections of and recorded by a sentinel who accompa- the Marshal, when he suddenly formed a nied the army in its retreat. It is so bold resolution ; walking immediately toluminous with glorious self-devotion, as to wards a company of grenadiers, he stoptouch every heart capable of appreciating ped before them, “Soldiers," said he, in a the noble and the grand in human char- clear, decided tone, " My aide-de-camp, acter.
Col. Kobilienski, has had his leg carried away by a ball. He is a Polander, and agony had gone by, and they still repulsed must not fall into the hands of the Rus- almost as an outrage the prayer of the sians. I confide him to you. Guard him Polander, who, seeing himself the aim of as you would your flag. A few minutes so many heroic sacrifices, supplicated after Kobilenski, carried upon a litter in them with folded hands to abandon him the centre of the company, was following upon the road, and think only of preservthe retrograde movement of the army. ing their own lives. Then each day, as events grew more por- My Colonel,” replied an old and tentous, Providence, seconding the touch- stoical trooper, “ dead or alive, we shall ing protection of the soldiers seemed to carry you with us ; that was the order of restore to the wounded man new hopes of the Marshal; beyond that, we leave life. Yet after a few days more, this everything to God !" retreat, commenced in good order, began, Weeks still went on, and five only reunder the frightful and even increasing mained of the numerous company which intensity of the cold, to present a fearful had composed the body-guard ; the rest aspect of disorganization and misery. having succumbed, one fearful night to
The body-guard travelled slowly, and as that stupor so common in high latitudes, it were, alone upon this route, which was and which, once yielded to, ends in death, covered with wrecks of the army, which when one day towards evening, a curtain told everywhere the same dreadful tale of of houses rose above the stormy horizon agony and death, going through in a few on the road just before them. It was days, we might say a few hours, all the Wilna, land of promise, an Eden with its various phases of the war; now forming delights, and the delights so much desired in a circle around the litter of the poor —shelter, a little straw and bread ; a cry wounded man, repulsing the fierce and of joy re-animated the courage of the five brutal attacks of the wild Cossacks, now brave fellows who supported the litter taking the offensive and making their way whereon lay half dead the unfortunate by a sudden and irresistible onset, through Kobilenski. Vain hope ! the masses of their enemy, but always fort bad exhausted their vigor; three fell calm, resolute and silent. How touching in sight of their goal, the two others made must have been this spectacle, this episode one step—then one alone, only one still of a grand drama which might have passed disputed with the unchained elements for unnoticed, like the thousand isolated traits the senseless body of his chief. Not of devotion and courage which have having power to carry him, he dragged hallowed every step of that dreary road, him, he crawled with him ; there was a but had none to chronicle them. Whence horrid silence, then a shout of victory; he did those soldiers, abandoned to them had reached Wilna ! selves in the midst of general discourage- By the aid of some soldiers, he soon ment, derive this moral force which more transported his precious burden to the than any other thing over-masters events? house where Marshall Davoust had estabThat they were struggling for their lives lished his quarters. Then with a pride was not sufficient. That motive had which may be imagined, he sent the failed to nerve the legions whose dead and Marshal word that the company of grenadying remains everywhere strewed their diers, to which he had confided; Col. way. It was that a Marshal of France Kobilenski, having accomplished its mishad said to them, “ I confide Kobilenski sion, claimed the honor of presenting itself to your honor ; you are to bring him to before him. The Marshal instantly orme without fail.” The prestige of this dered its attendance. glory was a reality. It was something “Where is my aide-de-camp ?” palpable to struggle for, something gen
“ Here.' erous to do, and this is oft-times a lever
" And the company
?” to lift up even the lowest and most sel- “ You see it, my Marshall." fish.
You do not understand. I ask for More than three weeks of strugle and the company ?”
I have answered, you see it before most as much of uniformity as his church
found him on the preceding day. Preachyour comrades ?"
ers came to the vicinity and moved away, “ That is different–buried under the faces familiar for months, and in a few snow.
cases for years, receded from the view A strange light for a moment passed other spheres of duty called them hence, over the face of the Marshal, then with but good Dr. Ballou was always here. It a wordless emotion, which shook his whole was not a tent set up for a night, but a frame, he strained the brave old soldier to familiar spot in the landscape
he seemhis breast.
ed a part of the locality. For about forty History has not preserved the name of years he has lived hardly the distance of this dauntless hero, but it is stated that five miles from Cornhill; business and reafter twenty-five years had elapsed he still creation called him frequently to the city, lived to relate this story, and to speak of he entered its precincts, and his feet, by the hour when he stood before his Mar- instinct, took him to “37 ” and “38!” shal, his duty done, as the happiest of his Here everybody got acquainted with whole life.
him. Even the youngest shop boy was always intimately acquainted with Dr.
Ballou. The first time we entered the HOSEA BALLOU 2D.
classic door of “38," timid, bashful, and The denominational weekly papers have, blushingly modest, a man approached us, ere this, published throughout our bor- and with a kindly look that sent relief to ders, the sad intelligence of the sudden our agitated nerves, exclaimed,
• And departure from earth of the great and who is this?” We told him. “ My good man whose simple name a name name is Ballou,” said he, in reply. We that receives no lustre by the prefix or af. never had any other introduction. To fix of titles—is given above ; and in every young ministers, he was so good, so concase, so far as we have read, affecting siderate, so fatherly. how
of tributes to his memory have accompanied them bless the hour that formed for them the announcement. We have not seen a that blessed acquaintance ! word of eulogy that seemed to us too Time passed along. The head was strong, and the farther removed we be nearly bald, and the few remaining locks come from the event of his decease, the were white. But Dr. Ballou was always more painfully do we realize our loss, and young. The cheerful flow of his spirits, the more assured are we that in his case, the quiet, yet real zest, with which he enthe warmth of friendship and esteem will tered upon free conversation with his find it difficult to deal in exaggerated brethren, his hearty relish of a good story, terms. We need not, and we will not, the smile that went all over him, made bis here attempt any analysis of his character youth perennial. We remember the hour —we are moved to speak in a somewhat when he left Cornhill for Europe — for different strain. We have a brief word to when he went from Boston, he always say of Hosea Ballou 2d, and Cornhill. went from Cornhill — and we happened
Blessed are the memories that cluster to be in Cornhill when he returned there, about this association ! For more than -of course—directly there—from Europe; the term of a generation, the denomina- and we remember the almost youthful tional "head-quarters"-we speak of our glow that lighted up his venerable feavicinity -- have been to him next to his tures as he left, and the profound satisfachome. From youthful manhood to vene- tion that filled him as he returned. No rable age. he has come to Cornhill with a Mussulman ever went the voyage to Mecregularity and a fondness such as no spot ca witha more elastic spirit, than bad Dr. outside of his home could elicit from him. Ballou as he anticipated a summer in the Till the time his college duties compelled Alps. To see Mont Blanc ! to him what a change in his habits, Monday morning a prospect!“Well," said we to him, found himat the habitual resort, with al- almost before the warm shake was
BY E. W. C.
through, “ how did our old friend Blanc while the leaves of one small tree were of look ?” We wish our readers could see his a bright red, and looked very beautiful. reply-it is idle to think of giving it here. Charlotte stopped several minutes to look
But where would reminiscences of Dr. at it, and thought it was more beautiful in Ballou end? The past is crowded with its decay than it was during the spring them. Believe us, he was a most extra and summer. As they passed on, they ordinary man. He was one of the small came to a deep dell. The sides of it were number of elect that the good Father does rocky and steep, and here grew the goldnot deem wise to make common in this en-rod in abundance. Charlotte picked a lower world. He belonged to the true few of the flowers that grew near the top, nobility in every fibre of his being; a man and admired their bright golden hue. wise, learned, pure, in every thought and, Flowers of various kinds, yellow and act sincere ; a leader even among leaders. blue, spotted the wide plain, and the Such was Hosea Ballou, 2d. May bis grass was still of a lively green. memory be green in our hearts-may his As they passed along, they observed example lose none of its power, as it re- that, in some parts of the wood, the trees cedes into the past—and may not only our were of a varied hue. They were partly last days, but all our days, be such as his ! yellow, partly red, and of a russet brown,
while a faded green bough occasionally
peeped forth as if to show that all of sumA RAMBLE IN THE COUNTRY,
mer had not yet departed. This variety of colors in the leaves was very beautiful,
and yet it was nothing uncommon, as my Charlotte,” said Mrs. Ray to her young readers will perceive if they take daughter, on one fine morning in October, the trouble to walk in the country, during “ do you still continue your desire to take the autumn months. a walk to-day !”
At length they came to a brook. The “Yes, ma'am,” replied Charlotte, “I stream of water was wide but it was not thought the first thing this morning, when deep, and they could see the clean pebI opened my eyes, and saw the sun shin-bles and gravel at the bottom of the brook. ing in at the window, I should be very They followed this brook to some distance, glad to start right off.”'
when they found a water-fall; for the “Then get your shawl and bonnet,” brook ran over a large rock and fell about said her mother, “ for the days are short, six feet, making a roaring sound that was and the sooner we start the more time we very pleasant to Charlotte. She stood shall have for our ramble before dinner.” looking some time at this sheet of pure
Charlotte ran for her bonnet and shawl, water, as it ran over the rock and fell into and in a few minutes, she was ready to go a hollow below, where the water was as forth with her mother. As they passed much as two feet deep. Farther on they out of the house, Charlotte could not help found a pond into which the waters of the exclaiming at the fineness of the weather. brook ran. In this pond were a number It was indeed, a beautiful day. The air of small fishes that Charlotte could see was bracing, but not too cool, and Char- very plainly. They darted about so fast lotte felt herself grow stronger every mo- that Charlotte could scarcely follow them ment, as the fresh breeze fanned her with her eyes, and seemed to enjoy themcheeks, and cooled her blood. A few selves very much. birds were also hopping about among
the While Charlotte and her mother stood branches of the trees, and the ponds glis- watching the motions of these little fishes, tened in the rays of the sun. At first, a young man came there with a rod and they passed along by the skirt of a piece line in his hand. At the end of the line of woods, and here they saw that the was a fish-hook upon which he had put a leaves of the trees had begun to change worm.
He let the hook down into the their color, while many of them had al- water and when the fishes saw the worm, ready fallen off. Some of the leaves on they darted forward to eat it. One of the trees had become as yellow as gold, them tried to bite the worm, and was caught by the sharp hook. Then the er it was common for people to catch fish young man drew the little fish out of the only for sport, and her mother said that water, and he lay floundering upon the there were many persons who did it; and grass.
that some would even shoot the little Charlotte looked at her mother, who birds for sport ; while, in some countries, was watching the little fish as it lay gasp it was common to hunt harmless animals ing and struggling on the ground. with dogs, only for the sport of putting
“ What does he do with the fishes that them to death. Charlotte was much surhe catches ?” said Charlotte.
prised to hear of these things, and said " It is more than I can tell,” said her that she was sure there was a great deal mother.
more pleasure in seeing these animals enThen Charlotte said to the young man, joy life in their own way, than there was “Do you cook the fishes that you catch, in hunting, shooting and destroying and do you eat them ?”
them." The young man laughed and said “So there is, to every innocent mind,” “What a question to ask! These fish replied her mother ; " but people's pleasare not fit to eat, and they are so small ures depend very much upon their dispothat they are not worth cooking." sitions. Many seem to take pleasure even
“ Then why do you catch them, and in hunting and destroying men.' what do you do with them?” asked Mrs. Ray had scarcely finished speakCharlotte.
ing, when they came near a butcher's “I catch them for the sport of fishing," house, and a large, fierce dog rushed out, said the young man.
“ Did you never leaped over the low, stone fence, and see anyboly fish before ?"
sprang toward them as if he were deterCharlotte was much surprised, and mined to bite them. He was a very ill said, “ I have heard that people caught looking dog, and showed his ugly teeth in fish to eat; but I never knew before that a very frightful manner. Charlotte was people canght fish for sport. I could not very much alarmed, and turned to run enjoy such sport, and it seems to me to be away. Mrs. Ray told her not to run, but very cruel to take them out of the water to sit quietly down on a large stone which where they enjoy their lives so well, only lay near her. Mrs. Ray also sat down to see them struggle and die upon the and remained perfectly quiet. The dog grass.”
continued to come towards them, with The young man looked
hard at open mouth. But when he had got near Charlotte, as if he was disposed to be an- them, and saw that they sat still, he stopgry, and did not like to be reproved by a ped, and stood watching them as if he little girl ; but, at last, his better feelings would spring upon them as soon as they came uppermost. He took the little fish got up. A man came out of the house, from the hook and threw it back into the very soon, and called off the dog, who ran water, and said—“I believe that the lit- back toward the house. Then Charlotte tle lady is right after all. It is of no use and her mother got up and continued their to catch these little fellows and deprive walk.
Charlotte ever afterward rememthem of life for nothing, though I never bered that the way to stay the fury of a thought so much about it before. I will dog, was to sit down quietly until some give up the practice.
body came and called the animal off. It " That is a noble resolution," said Mrs. is very improper to be so much frightened Ray, “and I am glad that you have de- in the hour of danger as not to know what termined so wisely. You will find your is best to be done. Had Charlotte and advantage in it, for one vice overcome is her mother run, the dog would have run so much gained for our own happiness." faster than they did, and when he caught
The young man then shook hands with them, he might have injured them very Charlotte, bowed to Mrs. Ray, and went much. away. It is said that he was never seen They soon came to a place where the to catch any more fish afterward. wood-cutters were at work, chopping up
Charlotte then asked her mother wheth-'wood, and putting it into wagons, to burn