Pittston Gazette and Susquehanna Anthracite Journal

              ' I I ' • ■ xf ; III" Jitm, Ifentart, jpmn, ft fflMraMt. mil %:ntltoal 9Wm«b JjrtDCaim PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, '•hW ctreating, on beholding the apartment of day wn shedding his departing rays' tionreturned with full force, lfeel wretch- merous attendai. nied, bat her footsteps wew arrest- over thejtftoni valley, bidding few ; fnever felt so before. I wouk! gladly ibl and frfsty ■'ther, my child!" oalksr 'i® soeriee whiqji had been bathea lay dbwn and die." And she artlessly. ' the ser " II receding ;old«n light, and was now sinking wfnW'brow •• shoulder, as he' the western hills, preparing to chasc shads? from another clime rtakf i in ■hh|®9C"** m ■ tTE, ? f \ z . ./• * B n +f* •■rm''- 4 1L % itftekltj 3ft$0pptr--(®rtnitrti ta of ifnj, Snatrnctinn, tauffntnif, to. )~$ij Hirjmrt fc fillip# OCTOBER 18, 1850. VOLUME I .--K UMBER 12. $2.00 PEE ANNUM. faith- through the silence of the night, and echoed in the distance. It was his last word. One single bound, one cry of agony, and all was over. Don Juan Bertrandi was stretched on the ground, dead. that no place on earth, could afford them a more proper asylum; and 90 examples better calculated to be daily set befocp them, than were the amiable Glennfiaijres.,- (Concluded next week.) Kfinra'MM (BASS™, of] SO OCCU well to servant, .who had grown ice of hi* family, and who oharge of the castle, du- absence. Previous to the count's departure, he had strictly enjoined old Louis, to forward to him, weekly, a faithful report of all that transpired at the Caatle, while he was absent; and1 this order, the old servant, faithfully and punctually obeyed ; and it was the startling account of the last letter, which impelled him to abridge 1 his visit, and hasten his return. its, one •d. Come hith«. count, aa his eye fell oh her forn She turned, and with a fullering, timio Map, and mantling cheek, obeyed. csD the in hia behind PRINTED AND PUBLISHED WKKKI.T «T 6. IV. Klchart * H. 8. Phillip*. w upon hi* melt by her stele. "Rosabel! you must not give way to such feelings as these, he said in a husky tone, choking down at the same time, the emotion be felt rising in his own bosom, while he gently entwined his arm around her sylphlike form. Be cheerful, be gay, in our parting'hour." But, even while he spoke, the feelings which almost impeded his speech, burst forth. The sound of sobbing was the only interruption, in the long pause that followed. In Jhat brief period, each read the heart, the thoughts of the other, but neither dare give utterance to the feelings possessed them. Their tears were minglsd, silently, but, yet, oh ! how eloquently, they spoke! what volumes they disclosed I.more than tongue could unfold, or pen deliniate. ray in OJlct West side of Main Slretl, second Start) of Ike " Long Store " of IVitntr if- Wood. Jh$ and . Another icmisphere. Herman wandered forth in the twilight, fh a melatAholy mood, tb ga2e for Hie last time, on those scenes which had familiarly greeted his vision sinco childhood's earliest days, but which he would soon beholdno more. Instinctively his footsteps were directed to the Castle. He approached, he paused.—Sounds of sweetest harmony fell upon his ear. He listened, breathless, ly, apprehensive of losing a note. A short prelude, on a guitar, and oh ! the sensations that thrilled through his soul, as his eager ear drank in the words of the song which followed, accompanied by the sympathetic chords of the instrument, and were repeated as follow—, of night his wclcome appearanc But he fell not alone. The counters, overcome by the terrific scene, sunk to the earth in a death-like swoon. The connt had received a slight wound, from which the blood trickled, but it was not sufficient to overpower him, and folding his arms with a strange light burning in his eye, he calmly gazed upon the prostrate villain and his guilty wife. •My daughter, Herman; my love, this it your lather's deliverer, he, who last night snatched roe from a watery grave. Rosalie! extended her hand to the entranced youth, who mechanically received it, ari"d folded it between his own, as his eyes were riveted on her suffused features. For a moment, they were, as it seemed, spell-bound. Utterance was denied them, but,oh! volumes were written in their expressive, tell-tale countenances. THB LABORS OF A i Tha "Gazette" is published trtrj Friday, at Two t Dollars per annum. Two Dollar* and Firry Cents will be charged if not paid within the year. No paper will be discontinued until all arraaragss art paid. Advertisements are inserted conspicuously at One Dollar per square of fourteen linea for three insertions; and Twentt-I-it* Csmts ad' ditional for evory aubsequent insertion. A lib' aral deduction to thosa who advertise for sit Tait's Magazine says, we coiiw wish these gentry, whose criticism is expressed in the order '■top my paper!' no worse punishment than b week spent on thtf wheel of a newspaper. They Would soon find the situation too hot for them. They would acquire some notion of severe drudgery, 6f which they are now in blissful ignoranee. Multiformis particles of matter, each of them insignificant in itself, yet important in the general combination, to be selected, analized, compressed, to please a diversity of tastes without offending any { reports to be stripped as the verbiage and transformed into a presentable shape; comments on topic* political, literary, commerioal, escotetic as well as popular, to be written on tilery imaginable subwct, from a monstrous , gooseberry to the rotation of an empire; correspondence to be licked into shape; The subject of the important message was thus—, ' • i months or the whole year. Job Work.—We hare connected with our establishment a well selected assortment of Jos-Ttpb, which will enable us to execute, in the neateat style, every variety of printing. Being practical ' printers ourselves, we can afford to do work on aa reasonable terms ai any other office in the county. All letter! and communications addressed to the SairUt must be post riiD, and endorsed by a responsible name, to receive attention. A long, an awful pause ensued, which was broken by the sound of approaohing footsteps and numerous voices. They drew nearer and stopped short, at the entrance of the arbor. Horror was depicted 'in their looks, and benumbed their faculties as their eyes fell on the tragic scene. "A stranger has presented himseif at our gates, and has become an apparently welcome guest at our Lady's board. The countess and hoj seem very intimate. She calls him 'Don Juan Bertrandi.' I think he is an Italian. He arrived here twenty lour hours ago." The beautiful maiden was the first to overcome her indefinable emotions, and regain her power of articulation. "Oh, father! she softly murmured, we are doubly indebted to him, for he is the same, who saved me from tho serpents " God of Hqaven ! what is this f cried old Louis, with uplifted hands, and his grey hairs standing on ends. My master here too V' and he started b8ck in overwhelming consternation. Original This announcement sent a strange thrill through the soul of count Lindendorf. His thoughts flew back to the period of their sojourn in the neighbourhood oi Florence. He recollected Bertrandi, as one of the most distinguished frequenters at the Villa, and he it was, who most strenously joined hia entreaties with those of the oountess, tor a prolonged stay at that place. He now remembered the intimate footing he had attained, in his family, and now the terms of intimacy, which had existed between him and the countess, and numerous other trivial occurrencci, relative to them, and which had before, passed unnoticed, by the unsuspecting husband, crowded upon Jus brain, and the longer he reflected, the more clearly he saw through the deceit, which had been practised upon him. The shades of evening gathered around them, and the tramp of horse's feet, fell upon their ears, and recalled them to recollection. They started from their sorrow, ful position, and Rosabel hastily drying her eyes, and skying that 'her father had come,' opened a work-box, and taking out_a small packet, extended it to Herman, bidding him aooept it a* a 'parting gift.' For th« l'ituton Gazette TO MY COUSIN. —BY OSOUNB. sting." "Can it be possible! count Lindendorf rejoined, as lie started from his chair, Her. man ! how, how, can I reword thee ? how can I ever cease to be your debtor. In saving my daughter's life, you doubly saved my own, for without her joyous pres. ence, and companionship, life would be lonely, existence a blank. She is the light of my path, the joy of my lacerated heart, Iu the rage of buttling strife; Midst the deafening cannon'* roar; ph, Heaven! preserve my soldier'• life, And speed him to his native shore. For if by chance, a bullet, stray, Should find iU fatal, deathly way, Into my soldier's heart. Or dagger pierce hi* bosom, free From guilt. Or • word. Then,oh, Death! lDe friendly here, Thy icy hund with right good checr, I'll welcome. For I fain Would die; and not in death From my brave soldier, part. Oh! when the rage of battling strife, And clacking swords, and cannon's roar, And horrid din, and dangers rife, Are sounding loud from shore to shore. A few short months—and ws must part, I feel the hour is drawing nigh, When death will chill thk warm, fend heart — And close thy cousin's languid eye. Suddenly the truth, the awful truth; bunt upon hit bewildered sense*. " Oh, my God! I see it all! cried the old man, clasping his hands in agony. Master has watched them and in a moment of excitement, and blinded with passsion, killed them both." for the Bruit and the Decii often require a great deal of correction; in a word, all the lopal events of the week, and all the striking incidents of the four quarters of the globe i. e. its N. G. W. S. to be cooked upon the gridiron of memory. All the time, tco, a flood tide 'unavoidable maUejr' comes sweeping along, crumbling away plans, destroying arrangements, and making the heart sick with the ever-beginning never-ending toil. Talk of the hardship of six upon four on board ship!—certainly it is disagreeable to lack beef when you abound in appetite, but it is nothing near so bad as the newspaper's ill—a month's reading and writing to be got through in a week, and whole volumes of matter to be crammed into a few slender columns. Say, wilt thou weep when I «m dead— And o'er my grave in sorrow bend, And wilt thou, on my cold dust, shed Such fervent tears as now we blend 1 He took the proffered gift, and clasping her hand nervously whhin his own, hastily whispered. And when thy cousin is no more, Oh! wilt thou think of all the psst, Whilst sad remembrance lingers o'at The fleeting joys that would not last 1 the stay and comfort of my declining years. Oh, what do I not owe to thee 1" and the old count shook with varied emotions. " You are mistaken, good Louis, said the count, with a faint smile; recalled to recollection by the voice of his old servant. I killed only that wretch yonder, pointing with disgust to the stiffening form of Bertrandi. She has only fainted. See to her; and he turned to leave the arbor without deigning a look upon her he called « wife.' "Dearest Rosabel, you must forgive my presumtion, but I must speak. I love you, I love you, the Almighty knows how fervently, how deeply, how devotedly. You are enshrined in my very soul. The tendrils of my affections are lastingly twined around you. Oh! say, shall I live in your remembrance ? shall I hold, a place in your esteem ? When .1 am far from hence; in the midst of dangers; when death is dealing around his destructive aims; will you pray for the soldier? will you shed a tear over his uncertain fate ? Oh, Rosabel! tell me quickly, shall I have a placo in your esteem—in your pure love?" And the excited youth bent over her with throbbing heart, and vein-ewollen brow, breathlessly awaiting her reply. "My Lord, replied Herman, after a moment's pause, involuntarily pressing the little hand, which still remained, trembling in his grasp 1 did only what duty anil com. mon humanity demanded. You owe me, nothing. But, one privilege allow me to enjoy, (hat ofcalling you and your daughter, friends; and of hoping to retain a place in your remembrance and esteem." Ashe concluded, his speaking eye sought fhe countenance of Rosabel, while the painful throbbings of his bosom told plainly the anxiety with which he awaited a reply and the hopes and fears which dep*nded on the answer. * "Mjpfe, and my daughter's warmest friendship is yours; it is well deserved, and cordially, and not lightly given. Is it not so my child ; said the proud father as he parted hor wavy, chestnut locks, and pressing his lips upon her pure brow." Wilt thou recall the blissful days, When beauty, youth, and love were ours, And hope illum'd with golden rays, Those cloudless scenes and sunny hours 1 Thrn, wilt thou mourn the cheerless gloom, That o'er our early prospects spread,— lament thy cousin's early doom, And wish thou could'st revive the dead 1 Contentions Mars! Qod, of Wars. Oh! listen to a maiden's prayer, For her loved soldier, have a care The gloom of a warm, aummer evening, had wrapt her sable mantle, around the earth, and the silvery moon was just making her appearance in the distant horizon, to relieve the darknesa of the night, aa a lonely pedestrian wended hia way towards the Castle of Lindendorf. He soon reached the antiquated abode, and with stealthy step, wandered around the ancient premis. es, and apparently, waiting, or watohing for some objeet. He had stepped into a garden, attached to the inhabited part of the building, and presently he beheld two persons emerge from a window, reaching to the ground, and advance towards him. The lonely intruder withdrew behind a thicket ol high shrubbery, and the pair, unconsciously, passed on, and entered a vine-clud arbour, at the extremity of the garden. The concealed stranger bit his lips, until drops of blood oozed out of them, and his hand involuntarily rested on a deadly weapon, which lay hidden under his vest, as they passed by ; but instant, ly, he checked his rash impulse, and silently followed them to their retreat. " Oh ! my lord, you are bleeding F cried the footman, whose tongue had just been loosed ; casting his eyes upon the spot on his arm which the pistol of the Don, just E'en when these charms in death shall fade, If I'm in death belov'd by thee,— Oh! it will checr my mournful shade, To see my cousin's constancy. Pittstan, Oct. 7, 1850. The song ended, the voice died away. Herman softly drew nearer the open window, and his eyes fall on the fair performer. She was now resting her head upon the instrument, in deep and sorrowful medi- " It is of no consequence," replied the count, and he strode towards the castle. grazed. Anecdote of Jenny Xiind. As an illustration of the goodness of heart, and the desire to make happy,which characterizes Jenny Lind's private life, the following incident is related, which occurred in New York: The servant* removed Lady Lindendorf to her apartment, and then made preparations for the removal of Betrandi to his friends who highly resented the affray; but when they heard the correct account from beginning to end, they quietly dropped the subject, nnd let the affair sink into oblivion. ©satKHm "am®. tation " Rosabel!" he murmured in an under, tone, but not too low for her quick car. She started up in affright, and with crimsoning cheek, and palpitating heart, h»r gaze rested on the intruder. Written expressly for the Piltston Gazette. One evening an aged woman called at the Hotel and inquired for Misa Lind. A servant was despatched to the apartment* of the latter, and presently returned, faying that she had retired, and wouid prefer the lady's calling another day. The old lady, however, was not to be put off, and said: " If Jenny Lind knew who I am, and what I came for, she would see me." Thus importuned Jenny gaVe her consent for her admittance. She came in, and with satisfaction upon her countenance, exclaimed: " I have so much dasired to see and hear the greateat singer hi the world, and not having tha means Or strength to attend the public conoerts, I determined to come right hert, and ask you to sing me a song." With perfect good humor, the sweet ainger complied. She arose, seated herself at the piano and per-' formed one of her best piece* to the wonder and delight of the old lady, who, after she finished, said now she waa satisfied, " she could aay that she had heard Jenny Lind," and withdrew. But this was not all. The next day the nightingale sent her carriage and brought her to her rooms again, and entertained her for an hour in the same manner as on the previous evening, and then aent her to her home, with her ears filled with sweet sounds, her mouth with praises, and her heart with gratitude. tfjje JformifB €ojnb. "You shall—you have already, and long since, dear Herman, she answered with quivering lips, burying her blushing face in his bosom. Your departure is the cause of all my misery." BY HIM LCCY XIKBY. "You must pardon me for breaking upon you ao abruptly, he continued, but I heard you sing, and would not interrupt you, until you, had finished. Say, will you for. give me." [continued.1 The unhappy countess never reoovered. On examination it wu found that she had broken a blood vessel, and a short time terminated her ill-fated existence. She nev. er spoke from the time of the catastrophe until her death,but it was apparent that she labored under great mental anguish seeming to desire to make some disclosure, had not the power of utterance. We will now continue the thread of our former history, and leave the real to devcl. ope itself n» w« move along. We left our haro, Herman Ilobenfeldt, and old count Lindendorf, each wending his way to their respective homes, after a salubrious immersion in the billows of the Rhine. "Yes, forever!" she gnntly, but expressively replied, stealing a timid glance into tho face of Herman, but it was instantly withdrawn, on encounterin g his gaze, eloquent with admiration, beaming upon her with " love's own light." He elasped her trembling form, and, pressed her closely to his breast, incopable of articulation, while mingled agony and delight alternately, rent and thrilled his soul." "Yes, but you frightened me exceedingly," she replied, endeavouring to rally her feelings, and attempted a smile. "Oh ! the sensations of this moment almost overwhelm mc, he uttered, when spccch was restored to him. We part, with the knowledge of loving and being loved, God knows, how well. But what will be the result 1 I go forth to face a thousand dangers7 I may never return; and i( I do, what can I expect 1 The count of Lindetidorf would spurn on aliance with one, who haa no pretentions Whatever, to rank ; who haa nothing but an upright heart, and honest hand to offer, and lu's daughter would not act against her parent's command, neither could 1 expect it." "Thank you, I know it was cruel, and I should not have done it, but I could sot help it. That song, it rings in my ears yet. Rosabel, can I persuade you to sing it again," he said in a supplicating tone. For a moment, Merman was wrapt in contemplation of the lovely being before him. Her last emphatic words, had fallen upon his heart with a balmy sensation, and sent a thrilling joy into his soul. He doubted at first the exact import of her words, but the hastily withdrawn glance, and downcast eyelids, the slight tremor of the fair hand, and the audible pulsation of tho heart; the sudden suffusion of the neck and brow j in short the sweet confusion which agitated her whole frame, told him what he scarcely dared ho|»e for, that a feeling, akin to that which reigned in his own heart, found • place in her's. According to agreement, the following morning beheld Herman, seeking entrance at the Castle gate of Lindendorf. His heait throbbed with a thousand different emotions, as he was ushered into the magnificent drawing-room and seating himself upon the richly cushioned sofa, he patiently awaited the count's appearance, who entered in a few moments. The count could not lament the demise of one, with whom he had experienced so slight a share of domestic comfort, and who had forfeited his esteem, and had proved herself so unworthy of his regard; but nevertheless, he bitterly reproached himself, for so cruelly overtasking her feelings and compelling her to be an unwilling witness to that horrid duel. He paused in breathless silence, as the twain held a hurried and whispered conversation, and notwithstanding the low, quick articulation, he could gather sufficiently to convince himself of the nature of their interview, and the object they were earnestly plotting. "Oh, no! no! she quickly answered, averting her face. I cannot sing it again. "Oh, yes. as a favor I ask it. I entreat you, let hear it again." "Herman! you must certainly excuse me this once, another time will do as well," she replied in faltering accents. "Good morning, my brave friend, he exclaimed, as he set his eyes upon him, and advancing, shook him warmly by the hand, I see you are faithful." ' Having heard as much as he desired, to satisfy himself that he was acting justly he stepped lightly to the entrance, and casting off a cloak which had enveloped his form, for the purpose of concealing a lighted lantern; the interior of the arbour, was suddenly illumined with a glaring light, and the, guilty pair started up, horror-strioken at the sudden apparition. The announcement of the sudden decease of the countess was forwarded to Glenmaire Castle, and a broken blood vessel was attributed aa the cause of her premature end; but the terrible particulars were confined to those who were witnesses of that fatal night, and the friends of Don Bertrandi, who gladly allowed the circumstance to sink into forgetfulness. "Another time, he said, mournfully, another time, like this may never come. 1 may hear it now, or I may never hear it. The music that I shall hear henceforth, will be the roar oT deadly arms; the tumult of the battle-field. Rosabel, as a farewell request, I ask it." And he bent upon her one of his irresistable, pleading glances. "Hope for the best, and trust in God, beloved Herman," solemnly enjoined Rosabel, as the count's footsteps were sounding through the hall. "Faithful to your request, and my promise, my Lord," said Herman, as he returned the cordial greeting. Even the old count noticed the embarrassment of his daughter, and tit* agitation of the youth, and probably read the feelings so visibly portrayed in the speaking attitudes of the yoUlhful pair. "Yes, and how fares it with thee, Herman, after last night's rencounter ? well, I " I will, I will, my soul's beloved ! and now a long, adieu! adieu!" and once more folding her to his heart, and convulsively kissing her brow, he darted out of the window, as the count's hand rested on the ltick of the drawing-room door, seeking admittance. hope "Aye, noble count, quite refreshing. I hope your Lordship has been equally fortunate in sustaining no serious result." "Rosa, dear, he said, affectionately ta- A moment's pause followed. The fair girl was evidently nerving herself for a task, almost beyond her power to fulfil, in her present agitated state of mind. "Count Lindendorf! my husband!" faintly ejaculated the conscience stricken woman, as her eye fell on his features, and a deadly pallor overspread her face. Little Rosabel was muoh affected by this unlooked-for cdRimunication; for the momentary tenderness of her stepmother, was not forgotten, and had almost taught her young heart to regard her with affection.king her remaining hand, and pressing it gently, we will now excuse you, as Herman, and I have some important matter to arrange between ourselves, and wish to be abovd." In an instant the sweet girl glided out of the apartment, followed by the eyes of Herman until she was lost to sight. The old lady will not soon forget Jenny Lind. "None, none, save a wholesome sousing, thanks to thy heroism, and nowD how can I reward thee justly for thy valiantry 1 what is the uppermost wish of thy heart ? Dost desire a monotonous life of easy circumstances, or wouldst enter the lists, and fight ,for laurels of glory, wherewith to deck thy brow, and deeds of prowess to hand to posterity ? Tis thine to choose." "I will try." She accented, almoit in audibly. The prelude was played, and the first line sung, but then there was a pause.—The quivering lip, and trembling frame of the performer, told her inability to continue. She bent her brow into her hand, and burst into tear*. Rosabel with a powerful effort, regained her composure, and hastily struck up a lively air on the guitar, as her father entered ; and the deepening gloom assisted her in hiding all traces of her recent emotion.•'The same Madam", he replied with fearful coolness, and deliberately eyeing them with an expression, which they understood full well. A Whitb Boy Kidnapped by a Negri?. —A few days since a young man, about 20 years of age, went to the police office of the Third Municipality, and stated that whdn he was about 12 years old, he was kidnapped from Ibis city, by a free colored man named De Lisle, and by hina taken to Attukapas, where, until a short time ago, he was made to work among negroes as a slave. The young man said that his name wna Adolph Crcher, that his parents were residing in this city at the time he was taken away—that he had a brother named Henry, and that the person who kidnapped him now resides about twelve or thirteen miles from New Iberia, in this State. He further says that during the time that he was 011 the plantation he was, in every respect, treated as a negro slave, and sedulously shut out from all intercourse with white peraous, until he embraoed an opportunity to escape. The story of Adolph's wrongs having been, to some exteht, made publio in the Third Municipality, came to the ears of his brother Henry, who sought out the long lost Adolph, and welcomed him to the endearments of a home. Henry is now employed in the office of the Swiss Consul, ana is determined to seek out and bring to justice the blackhearted kidnapper of his brother.—N. O. Delta, Sept. 19. Count Lindendorf, returned to Glenmaire Castle, in the course of three or four months, after the foregoing events, and for once since the death of his gentle Rosa, he seemed really happy; in the bosom of the amiable family of Glenmaire, He had brought with him, the little Rudolph.; over whom he hitherto had but little control; but whose wayward willfulness, he was determined to have checked, by the able management of the excellent old Mary. He was naturally of amiable temper, and of a delicate constitution; just turned of eight years; but his naturally good quulitles, were much corrupted by tiie injudicious teachings of his imprudent mother. In less than two months from this period, Herman Hobenfeldt was prepared to enter Upon his nfew career, and through the influence of count Lindendorf, had attained a commission for an honourable station in the ranks of his country's patriots. He had been at the Castle repeatedly since his first visit there, and was ever welcomed with the friendly gHseting of its Lord and the glad entile of Rosabel, and never parted without a feeling of regret lingering in his soul. He had never met her alone, or had any opportunity for a private inter, view, so he had to rest satisfied with those little signs which will betray themselves, and can be discerned and understood by the anxious lover's eye, alone. For a moment the stillness of death prevailed. It was an awful pause. The pulses of each heart were distinctly heard. "Rosabel! dear Rosabel! cried Herman, shocked at this outburst of ieeling, and stepping lightly through the window, which reached the floor, what does this mean V' The next morning witnessed the departure of the young candidate for glory in arms, after a heart rending leave taking. The count accompanied him for a few leagues, cheering and encouraging the youthful soldier, adding fuel to the fire of ambition, which glowed brightly in his bosom, and strengthening the thirst for fame and glory. "Glory ! give me glory! cried the young man, his animated features lighting with patriotic enthusiasm. Let me share in the defence of my country ; let my arm participate in the demolition of the enemies ranks; let my sword be wielded in a righteous cause, and not sheathed in its scabbard, until justice maintains her right, or my life Wood bedews the battle ground. Oh! count Lindendorf, this is my hearts desire; this is the goal for which 1 pant." " Don Juan Bertrandi! said the connt in meaaured and emphatio accents, and with a deep Voice, to-morrow must not dawn upon us both in life. The hours of you or I are numbered. You understand me ! and he handed him a pair of pistols, with the word, "choose !" for a few moments her motion overpowered her, and utterance was denied her. Herman witnessed her visible anguish in mute distress. He knew not, what to think or how to act. I do not, however intend to follow Herman in his career of arms, as it is a theme which I am not sufficient acquainted with, to expatiate on. But while he is doing honourable duty, and awarding that service to his Fatherland, which no true patriot will withhold } I Will record some of the particular occurrences, in the household of Lindendorf, during the course offive years past. A sneer rested on the features of the daring bravo, as he took one of the deadly weapons ; disdaining a word of reply to his outraged antagonist, and deliberately stepped back a few paces, as the terrorstricken countess atttmped to rush from the scene. "Rosabel, I was cruel to insist upon that song, t did not think it would do such violence to your feelings. Will you, can you pardon my rudeness 1" and he endeavoured to withdraw the hand that covered her face. The Lord and Lady of Glenmaire had a blooming fkmily springing up, around them; and though living in a remote portion of the country, the best means of education, had been obtaiued ; and count Lindendorf beheld with rapture, the progress of his own darlings, and the benefits they derived from a source, which he had hitherto neglected. "Well said, brave and noble youth, them hast chosen appropriately. A rustic, inactive, country lite, but ill becomes one of thy noble mcin and gallant bearing; a soldiers life is more fitting thee, and thy wishes shall be gratified. 1 will procure thee a commission, and then, may glory await The time of bidding farwell to his kindred and his new friends, was rapidly approaching, and though his ardor for engaging in the career which waa marked out for him, was in no wise diminished, yet hi felt • sadness he could not repress, when he thought of those he would leave behind, probably to behold no more, and need we say, that Rosabel Lindendorf waa uppermost in his regrets, and that at times he was a prey to the most heartfelt sorrow. The evening preceding the day of his departure, had corns ; and the glorious God " Hold, Maiden! pre-emptorily commanded the count, as he firmly laid his hand on her shoulder, and arrested her intention. You move not from this spot, until you behold the life-blood of one of us flow; and bethink yourself, wretched woman, that you have caused this. Don Juan Bertrandi, I am ready. You will give the word." And with one hand planted firmly on the arm of tbe unhappy woman, he took a deliberate and deadly aim. " Fire !" roared the villain, and instantly the successive reports reverberated "It is not that, Herman, she as we red in a low voice, trying to check the tears that continued to ateal down her eoft cheek, and smiling faintly, it is not that, that overcomes me so." The countess was no more. The words of little Rosabe 1D when she bade her farewell, on her departure for Glenmaire, had proven themselves truly prophetic. " Thanks, a thousand thanks, noble count. I will"—, thee." "What then, Rosabel! has caused such distress in you? he interrogated, as he bent a searching look upon her, as if he would read her answer in her looks; and in that brief moment he did read the feelings of her soul. OCT " Jonas, do you lov« me V' « Well, Su*y, I dot*." The reader remembers the suddenly conceived notion of the count, for leaving Glennaire, to return to Lindendorf, and the mystery of his motive for such a course. . Remained a guest at Qlenmaire a■ long he oould possibly be absent from Lindendorf, and when he was compelled to return, he gladly yielded to the persuasive voice, of his excellent sister-in-law, who entreated, that the children, with their nurse might remain. He was fully satisfied lie was interrupted by the opening of the door, and quickly turning his eyes in that direction, for another objcct, shared his thoughts, he caught a glimpse of a female figure, who was however on the point " How do yon know you love, Jonas?" " Cause, whenever I see* you my heart jumps up and knocks agin' my stummuok so hard that I don't have any appetite for a week afterwards." . ,j - | "Oh! I know not, she aobbed, as her emo- Count Lindendorf, had among his rru