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From the Knickerbocker.
OCTOBER.
Solemn, yet beautiful to view,
Month of my heart! thou dawnest here,
With sad and fadedleaves to strew
The summer’s melancholy bier.
The moaning of thy winds I hear,
As the red sunset dies afar,
And bars of purple clouds appear,
Obscuring every western star.
Thou solemn month! I hear thy voice—
It tells my soul of other days,
When but to live was to rejoice—
When earth was lovely to my gaze !
Oh, visions 'bright—oh, blessed hours,
Where are their living raptures now ?
I ask my spirit’s wearied powers —
I ask my pale and fevered brow !
I look to nature, and behold
My life’s dim emblems rustling round,
In hues of crimson and of gold—
The year's debd honors on the ground;
And sighing with the winds I feel,
While their low pinions murmur by,
How much their sweeping tones reveal
Oflife and human destiny.
When spring’s delightsome moments shone,
They came in zeuhyrs from the west —
They bore the wood lark’s melting tone,
They stirred the blue lakes glassy breast ;
Through summer, fainting in the heat,
They lingered in the forest shade ;
But chang’d and strengthen’d now, they beat
In storm, o’er mountain, glen and glade.
How like those transports of the breast
When life is fresh andjoy is new —
Soft as the halcyon’s downy nest,
And transient all as they are true!
They stir the leaves in that bright wreathe,
Which Hope about her forehead twines,
Till Grief’s hot sighs around it breathe—
Then Pleasure’s hp its smile resigns.
Alas, for time, and death, and care—
What gloom about our way they fling?
Like clouds in autumn’s gusty air,
The burial pageant of the spring.
The dreams that each successive year
Seem bathed in hues of brighter pride,
At last like withered leaves appear,
And sleep ia darkness side by side.
Philadelphia. W. G. C
From the Southern Post.
A TALE OF SOUTH-CAROLINA.
It was was one of those neat cottages, so
often to be met with in the Southern States,
situated on a commanding < mineuce. at a lit
tie distance from th J public road, and surroun
ded by all the comforts usually found upon
the farm of a Southern Planter, to which the
reader’s attention is uow directed. The cot
ta<*e was of the larger class, and divided into
several compartments, but built ot logs, the
interstices of which had been filled with clay
and plastered ovet with white. On the side
fciti’the road, a delicate woodbine nearly
c< needed the side of the house, while, near it,
several graceful cedar trees shot up their tiny
tops, as if to vie with the majestic oaks which,
growing in their natural profusion around,
nearly hid the cottage from view’ with their
overspreading branches. Add to this, a.neat
little flower garden in front, laid out with scru
pulous exactness, and filled with a variety of
flowers which shed their fragrance, in every
direction, and you may form some idea of the
residence of Joseph Wilmer, with whom the
reader may become better acquainted. The
interior presented a scene, if possible, more
prepossessing than the outside, ihe furniture
was plain, but extrenu ly neat, and disposed
with a nicety about the room which betoken
ed the taste of its fair mistress. Near the
window were settled two persons, evidently
deeply absorl e I in some important topic. The
mart, whom the ret.der will recognise as our
hero was about twenty five years of age, tall
a d straight, and formed in a mould which in
dicated great strength and activity. His face
possessed great manly beauty, but, by l° n g
exposure to the run, had acquired a tawny
color, which characterized the frontier far
mers in the earlier ages of our country. His
companion, whom we introduce as Mrs. Wil. !
mer, was some years his junior. She was'
about the common height, rather slender, but
with a form of such matchless symmetry, that
it would have done honor to the loftiest con
'ceptiot sos a Raphael. Iler lace was not
wha’ would be termed beautiiul at first sight,
but was of that kind which discovers some
new charm to the beholder whenever contem
plated. Her large, lustrous, dark eye, sur
mounted by finely arched eyebrows, formed a
striking contrast to the exceeding fairness of
her skin, while her glossy hair, which might
vie with the raven’s wing, was now neatiy tied
in a knot upon the crown of her head, except (
a ringlet here and there which had escaped j
from i's coirfinetmeift, and sebmed to kiss her)
cheek, aud revel in the beauty it served to 1
heighten. Such was the woman to whom j
Wilmer had given his best, his earliest affec- j
tion ; and whom he still loved with an ardor I
which would bid defiance to all description,
end w hich could only be equalled by the ter-j
vor with which it was returned. She had
been reared in all the luxury which wealth, ,
aided by the fondness of a doting father, could .
bestow. But this could do no injury to achat-. 1
acter liko hers, formed under the care ol a pi- ;
ous mother, who early taught her the utter
insufficiency of all wor'dly honors, mid tutor
ed her to become what she then Was, the devo
ted foliower of the meek ai d lowly Jesus.
Siie had left h r parental roof, and relinquish
ed wealth and luxury, to share the fortunes
of the poor, but, 1:1 many respects, noble VI il
mer. What wonder then, that he adored
her? What wonder that his hopes and des
tinies were Centered in her? AV'e have said,
they were elfcgaged in conversation, and fiom
the frequent rectiiTetce ol the words v hig—
torv —Gates—the reader need not be told,
that our story opens soon alter the di feat of
that unfortunate GeiieYa‘l $ when brother was
arrayed against brother, father against son,
and when the very mime of whig was but the
passport to destruction.
“But why not j-.i-.i the army, Joseph ?”
said the lady.
•• What ? Mary, and leave yon at the mer
cy ot .hose marauding blackguards !
“ Nay. do not fear (Lr me; my se.x will be
my shield. Surely they would uot injure an
unprotected female ! ’
“ Trust litem not.* They, who would prove
recreant to the call of their suffering Country,
“WHERE POWERS ARE ASSUMED WHICH HAVE NOT BEEN DELEGATED, A NULLIFICATION OF THE ACT IS THE RIGHTFUL REMEDY.” Jejj'erSOM.
could not he moved, even by the cries of ar,
injured woman.”
“But you would be safe then, and they
would have no reason to- molest me.”
“I cannot trust them was the laconic answer.
It was during the night after this conversa
tion had takon place, when Wilmer had retir
ed to rest, that he was awakened suddenly by
a negro at his window, who hastily told him
the tones were coming, und besought him to
Hee. Disregarding the latter injunction, he
sprung from his bed, seized his rifle (tn the
use of which he was without a superior even
in these troubleous times) and posting himself
by the window, firmly awaited the arrival of
the tories- He was not kept long in suspense,
for soon he heard the trampling of hrarses, and
the fierce oaths and loud laughter of the ap
proaching company. Presently, he saw, by
the dim star-light, the foremost tory entering
the gate, he raised his rifle and took deliber
ate aim, when his wife seized his arm.
“ Hold, Joseph, you will but seal your fate ;
fiy. for in flight only is there safety now. It
you remain, destruction is certain.”
“ But you, Mary !”
“ Will be safe—fly, or you are lost.”
He saw the danger of his situation, and
knowing the character of the marauders who
now threatened him; he was well aware of
the death, that awaited him if he fell into their
hands. Already were the torie., at the door,
struggling for entrance, and denouncing ven
geance against the unfortunate Wilmer. Still
was he undetermined whether to flee for life,
or meet death in defence of his wife and his
home.
“Flee !” ngahi exclaimed his wife, as she
imploringly threw her arms around his neck,
and besought him to save himself before it was
too late. He waited for no more, but boun
ding through an opposite door, was lost to
sight just as the tories forced an entrance.
“ Thank God, he is safe,” said the agoni
zed Mary, as Wilmer cleared the door, and
the infuriated band rushed in.
“'l'he scoundrel is gone, but we’ll save him
yet;” cried the leader of the squad, a tall ath
letic man, ofa dark complexion, with large,
black whiskers, which gave him an exceed
ingly fierce aspect.
“Had he consulted his own feelings,” said
Mary,” “you at least, would not have been
here to traduce the excellence to which you
could never aspire.”
“ I suppose,” replied the tory, with an im
pudent sneer, “ he showed his courage by lea- I
ving you hereto take care of yourself, while
he took to the swamp to save his cowardly
neck from the halter he knows he deserves.”
The crimson blood instantly suffused her
cheeks—she felt the delicacy of her situation,
but resolving to defend her husband’s charac
ter as became a woman and a wife, she re
plied. “ For myself, my sex should be a pro
tection against men, who, though they
are tories, should recollect they are Ameri
cans. As to my hutband, you perhaps may
have an opportunity of testing his courage in a
manner you will not relish.”
“ No, 1 never relished running though the
swamps at night after a vagabond who trusts
more to his heels than his hands.”
“ The scamp is a long ways off by this time,
I guess,” said at) overgrow n wretch, as he
ruclelv thrust Mary aside with such violence
as to throw her against the wall, and w as pro
ceediugto her apartment.
“ Nat so far as you think/’ saida hoarse
voice from without, as the report of a rille wtis
heard, and the villian fell prostrate, weltering j
m his gore.
In an instant, Wilmer rushed in, almost
frantic with rage ; the veins on his forehead
were swelled almost to bursting; his brows
were contracted until they almost met; his
fist clenched, and he seemed altogether tne
picture of desperation. Seizing the rifle of
the dead man, oefore the tories recovered from
their surprise, he prostrated another, and the
ponderous weapon was lifted over the head
of the leader, when he received a blow from
behind w hich staggered him, and before he
recovered, he was overpowered by numbers.
Still, however, he continued to struggle with
the desperate valor of a man who is conscious
that bis all is at stake, and aided by the|laith
ful Pompey, had nearly disengaged himself,
when Mary, thinking her presence would be
a shield against the repeated blows aimed at
her husband, threw herself between him and
his enemies. Regardless oi her danger, the
leader directed a furious thrust st Wilmer,
whicl entered the bosom ol bis wife—it reach
ed her heart, and she fell without a groan.
“Unhand me,” cried Wilmer, in a voice of
thunder, as with a superhuman effort he dash
ed them aside, and kneeled beside her pros
trate body. His feelings may be imagined—
they cannot be described. For some time,
not a word was spoken ; but burst after burst
ofgrief which escaped him, showed but too
plainly that his was a wound that time con’d
not cure. The tories involuntary shiw k
from the contemplation of a scene in w hich
they had been such prominei t actors, & stood
round silently awaiting the issue. Suddenly
he became calm, and erecting his noble form
to its full height, and rau-i g his now pale
com.ten;.nec towards heaven, he swore, by the
lifeless corpse, ot her ho love I so well, that
henceforth I.is life shou’d he devoted to ven.
geat.ee. until it should be satiated by the death
of her murderer. Then springing at the tory
captain, unarmed as lie was, he seized him ’
the thrnd, ar.d before they were aware efj
: his it.tentions, by an art well known, tripped 1
, his legs from under him, <;i d both rolled to
i gether on the floor. They struggled violently
j for some moments, each endeavoring to ob
tain the mastery and their motions were so ra
pid, that the tories were afraid to strike, lest
they should wound their leader. By degrees,
Wilmer’s efforts become feebler, until at last
overcome by his own feelings, and exhaus-
I ted by the violence of his exertions, he sunk
■ upon the floor. Seizing the oppoitunity, they
: bound him, placed him on a h-rse and setting
' fire to the house, rode off. They proceeded at a
rapid pace about the distance of a mile, when
they arrived at a house botdet ing the swamp.
Dismounting they entered with the freedom ot
those who were Assured of a hearty w elcome.
Within was seated a man, alone and appar
ently absorbed in meditation, whose open
countenance, and broad, thickset iorm, pro
claimed him a native of the Emerald 1 sle.
: Between this man and Wilmer had long exis
ted an unalterable friendship, and although, at
the commdncehient of the war, they had es
poused different sides, yet each had pledged
himself to assist the other, whenever occasion
j required. Nothing could exceed his surprise
| and indignation when he heard of his friend’s
j misfortunes, and saw him before him ; his
hands lied behind him like a fclcn 1 his clothes
ATHENS, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1838.
torn and bloody, and every feature giving in
dications of the intensity of his anguish. He
vented his anger agaistit the tory captain in
such language as his feelings suggested, and
with the volubility that characterizes his na.
tion. Stung with remorse, and maddened to
desperation, the latter declared his intention
of sacrificing Wilmer in revenge for his mur
dered companions.
“Touch him if you dare 1” said the gener
ous Irishman, in the warmth of his feelings,
as he placed himself before his friend and pre
sented his rifle; “Touch him if you dare, and,
upon my honor, your life will be the forfeit.”
*■ But, come,” said he, suddenly changing his
manner, and producing a jug, ‘ come let us
take a drink.’’
'l'he tories crowded round the liquor, and,
he, seeing his opportunity, dexterously ent the
cords that bound Wilmer and handing him a
rifle, besought him to flee.
“No! life is of no use after I shall obtain
vengeance, and now is my time,” said the
latter as he raised his rifle.
“ For God’s sake Wilmer ;” said McDer
mot grasping the rifle, “ for your own sake,
think ! my life as well as your own is at stake
if you fire, you will have a better chance. To
the swamp ! I will manage the rest.”
Wilmer reluctantly left the house, and di
reeled his steps towards the swamp. Scarce,
however, had he reached it, before the tories
discovered his escape and immediately set out
in pursuit. Heedless of the directions of Me
Dermot, who tried to mislead him, and char
grined at being twice foiled, the tory captain
hastily ordered a few of bis men to pursue an
opposite course and dashed into the swamp
with the rest, in the direction Wilmer had
taken. The day was drawing, and by the
imperfect light he saw his enemies approach
ing ; placing himself behind a tree, he cocked
his rifle and awaited their arrival.
“I will have revenge now,” muttered he
as he singled out the murderer of his wife, and
levelled hts piece. The tories rushed on un
conscious of their danger, until they came op
posite the place he was standing; the
report of a rifle echoed th.ough the woods, the
tory gave an unearthly cry and fell dead upon
the spot.
“ Mary ! you are revenged,” said Wilmer,
as he stepped from his hiding place, and re
ceived a dozen bullets in his breast.
***** * * *
The farmer’s plough new passes over the
spot where McDermot laid him, with the ash
es of his wife ; and many years have rolled
their careless course along, since he fell, a
victim to his love aud rashness. Stranger !
A tear to bis memory. C.
Greensb trough, Georgia.
HAGAR.
She fled, with one reproachful look
On him who bade her go,
And scarcely could the Patriarch brook
That glance of voiceless wo ;
In vain her quivering lips essay’d
His mercy to implore,
Silent the mandate she obey’d,
And there was seen no more.
The burning waste and lonely wild
Received her as she went,
Hopeless she clasp’d her fainting child,
With thirst and sorrow spent.
And in the wilderness so drear
She rais’d her voice on high,
And sent forth that heart-stricken prayer—
“ Let me not see him die!”
Her beautiful, her only boy,
Her all of hope below !
So long his fathci’s pride and joy,
And yet from him the blow!
Alone she musf'his head sustain,
And watch hissinking breath,
And on his bright brow mark the stain
Os the destroyer, Death !
*• Let me not see him die-,” find Io !
The messenger of peace-:
Otrce more her tears forget to flow-,
Once more her sorrows cease.
Life, strength and freedom now are given
With mighty power, to one
Who from his father’s roof was driven,
And he—the outcast’s son.
How often we like Hagar mourn,
When some unlook’d for blight
Drives us away, no more to turn
To joys we fancied bright.
Forced from ottridols to retreat,
And seek the Almighty’s cate,
Perchance we are sent forth to meet,
A desert angel there 1
THRILLING SKETCH.
“A portal of the arena opened, ad the com
batant. w ith a mantle thrown over his face and
figure, was led in, surrounded by the soldiery.
The lion roared and ramped against the bars
of his pen at the sight. The guard put a
sword aud buckler into tne hands ofthe Chris
tian, anti he was left alone. He drew the
mantle from his face, and firmly looked around
the amphitheatre. His fine countenance aud
lofty bearing aud raised ft universal cry of
admiration, lie rnigb* h ive stood for an Apol
lo encountering the Python. His eye at last
raised to mine. Could 1 believe my senses?
Co; stantius was before me?
“All my rancor vanished. An hour pp.st I
coyld have struck ; H y betrayer to the heart—
I could have called on the severest vengeance
of man and heaven to smite the destroyer of
my child. But, to see him hopelessly doom
ed; the man w hom I had honored for his no
ble qualities, whom I had ever loved, whose
crime was at the worst, but the crime of giv
ing way to the strongest temptation that can
bewilder the heart of man—to see this noble
creature flung to the savage beast,dying in tor
tures, torn piecemeal before my eyes, and his
misery wrought by me. I would have entrea
ted heaven and earth to save him. But my
tongue cleaved to the roof of my mouth. My
limbs refused to stir. 1 would have thrown
myself at the feet of Nero ; but I sat like a
m; n of stone —pale, paralyzed—the beatirg
of my pulses stopt.
“The gate of the den was throw n b?ck, and
the lion rushed in with a roar and a bound that
bore him half across the arena. 1 saw the
sword glitlter tn the air ; when it waved again,
it w.is covered with blood. A howl told that
the blow had been driven home. '1 hr lion,
one of the largest from Numidia, and made fu
rious bv thirst and hunger, ar. animal of pro
digious power, crouched as if to make sure
of his prey, crept a few paces onward, and
sprang at the victim’s thioat. He was met
bye. second wound, but this impulse was ir
resistible , and Go: stantius was flung upon the
ground. A crx of natural horror rang around
■ the ampitheatre. The struggle was now foi
instant life or death. They rolled over encl
other—the lion reared upon his hind feet, am
I with gnashing teeth and distended talons, plu
ged on the man—again they rose together.
Anxiety was now at its wildest height. Tin
| sword swung round the champion’s head ii
bloody circles. They fell again, covered witl.
blood and dust. The hand of Constantius
had grasped the lion’s mane, and the furious
bounds of the monster could not loose tin
hold, but his strength was evidently giving
way—he still struck terrible blows, but each
blow was weaker than the one before—till,
collecting his whole force for a last effort, he
darted one mighty blow into the lion’s throat,
and sank. 'l'he savage yelled, and spouting
out blood, fled howling round the arena. But
the hand grasped the mane and there his con.
querer was dragged whirling through the dust
at his heels. A universal outcry now arose to
save him if he w ere not already dead. But
the lion, though bleeding at every vien, was
still too terrible, and all shrunk from the haz
zard. At last the grasp gave way and the bo
dy lay motionless upon the ground.
‘What happened for some moments after I
know not. There was a struggle at the porta! ;
a female forced her wav through the guards,
rushed in alone, and flung her upon the victim.
The sight of a new pray roused the lion ; he
tore the ground with his talons—he lashed his
streaming side with his tail ; he lifted up his
mane, and bared his fangs. Bit his approach
was no longer with a bound; he dreaded the
sword, and came snuffing the blood on the
sand, and stealing round the body in circuits
still diminishing.
‘The confusion in the vast assemblage was
now extreme. Voices innumerable called for
aid. Women screaming and fainting ; men
burst into indignant clamors at this prolonged
cruelty. Even the hard hearts of the popu
lace, accustomed as they were to the sacrifice
of life, were aroused to honest curses. The
guards grasped their arms, and waited for a
sign from the Emperor. But Nero gave no
sign.
‘I looked upon the woman’s face. It was
Salome ! I sprang upon my feet ; I called her
by every feeling ofuature to fly from that place
of death, to come to my arms, to think of the
agonies of all that love her.
‘She had raised the head of Constantius on
her knee, and was w iping the pale visage with
her hair. At the sound of my voice she look
ed up, and calmly casting back the locks from
her forehead, fixed her eyes upon me. She '
still knelt; one band supported the head, with j
the other she pointed to it, as her only answer. !
I again adjured her. There was the silence I
of death among the thousands around me. A ,
fire flashed in her eyes—her cheek burned.—
She waved her hand with an air of superb
sorrow.
‘I am come to die,’ she uttered in a lofty
tone. ‘This bleeding body was my husband.
I have no father. The world contains to the
but this clay in my arms. Yet,’ and she kiss
ed the ashy lips before her. ‘A ct my Con
stantius, it was to save that father that your
generous heart defied the peril of this hour. It
was to redeem him from the hand of evil, that
you abandoned your quiet home ! —yes, cruel
father, here lies the noble being that threw
open your dungeon, that led you safe through
the conflagration, that to the last moment of
his liberty, only thought how he might pre
serre and protect you.’ Tears at length tell
in floods fiom her eyes. ‘But,’ said she in a
tone of wild power, ‘he was detrayed, and
may the powers whose thunders avenge the
cause of his people, pour down just retribution
upon the head that dared 1’
‘I heard my own condemnation about to be
pronounced by the lips of my child. Wound
up to the last degree of suffering, 1 tore my
hair, leaped upon the bars before me, and
plunged into the arena by her side. The.
height stunned me ; I tottered a few paces and
fell. The kon gave a roar and sprang upon
me. I lay helpless Wilder him. I felt his fiery 1
breath—l saw his lucid eye glaring; I heard
the gnashing of his white fangs above me. I
‘An exulting shout arose. I saw him reel
as if struck; gore filled his jaws. Another
mighty blow was driven to his heart. He
sprung high in the air with s howl. He drop, j
ped—lie was dead. The iimpitheutre thun- 1
dered witli acclamations,
While Salome was clinging to my bosom,
Constantins raised me from the ground. The
roar of the lion had roused him from his swoon,
and two blows saved me. The falchion was
broke in the heart of the monster. The v. h de
multitude stood up. supplicating for our lives
in the name ol filial piety and heroism. Nero,
devil as he was, dared not resist the strength
of the popular feeling. lie v. aved a signal |
to the guards; the portal was opened; and;
my children, sustaining my feeble steps and
showered with garlands and ornaments fiom
innumerable hands, slowly led me from the
arena.— Salalhiel.
From Mr. Stephen’s new ‘lncidents ci Travel.’
THE BATTLE OF GROKOW.
The Battle ol Grokow, the greatest in F.u.
rope, since that of Waterloo, was fought on
the 25th of February, 1831, <fc the place where
I stood commanded a view ofihe w hole ground.
The Russian army was under the command
of Diebitsch, and consisted of one hui dred and
Ibrtv two thousand infantry, forty thousand
cavalry, and three hundred and twelve pieces
of cannon. This enormous force was arran
ged in two lines of combatants, and a third oi
leserve. Its left wing, between Wavre and
the marshes ofthe Vistula, consisted of four
divisions of infantry of forty-seven thousand
men, three of cavalry of ten thousand five him.
dred, and one hundred and eight pit ces of can
non ; the tight consisted of three aud a half
divisions of infantry of thirty one thousand men,
four divisions of cavalry of fifteen thousand
seven hundred and fifty men. and lifty-two
pieces of cannon. Upon the borders ofthe
gi>tat forest opposite the Forest of Elders, con
spi< uous from where 1 stood, was placed the
reserve, commanded by the Grand Duke Con
stantine. Agaist this immense army the Foies
opposed less than fifty thousand men and a
hundred pieces of cannon, under the command
of Gen. Skrzvnecki.
At break of day the whole force of the Rjs
sians right wing, with a tenible fire of fifty
pieces of artillery and columns of infantry,
charged the Polish left with the determination
of carrying it by a single and overpowering
effort. 'l'he Poles, with six thousand live hun
dred men and twelve pieces of artillery, i.ot
yielding a foot of ground, and knowing they
could hope for no succor, resisted this attack
for several hours, until the Russians slackened
their fire. About ten o’clock th<' plain was
suddetdy'covered uith the Russian forces, is
suing front the cover ofthe forest, seeming one
undivided mass of troops. Two hundred pieces
.f cannon, posted on a single line, commen
ced a fire which made the earth tremble, and
was more terrible than the oldest officers, ma
y of whom had fought at Marengo and Aus
terlitz, had ever beheld. The Russians now
made an attack upon the right wing) but foil
'd in this as upon the left. Diebitsch directed
the strength of his army against the Forest ol
Elders, hoping to divide the Poles into two
parts. One hundred and twenty pieces of
cannot) were brought to bear on this one point,
and fifty battalions, incessantly pushed to the
attack, kept up a scene of massacre unheard
of in the annals of war. A Polish officer who
was in the battle told me, that the small streams
which intersected the forest were so choked
with dead that the infantry marched directly
over their bodies. The heroic Poles, with’
twelve battalions, for four hours defended the i
forest against the tremendous attack. Nine
lunes they were driven out, and nine times,
by a series of admirably executed manoeuvres,
hey repulsed the Russians with immense Joss.
Batteries, not concentrated in one point, were
in a moment hurried to another, aud the artil
lery advanced to the charge like cavalry, some
times within a hundred feet of the enemy's
columns, and there opend a murderous fire of
grape.
At three o’clock, the Generals, many of
whom were wounded, and most of whom had
'heir horses shot under them, and fought on
foot at the head of their divisions resolved Up
on a retrogade movement, so as to draw the
Russians ov the open plain. Diebitsch, sup.
posing it to be a flight, looked over city
and exclaimed, “ Well then it appears, that
after this bloody day I shall take tea in the
Belvidere Palace.” The Russian troops de
bouched from the forest. A cloud of Russian
cavalry, with several regiments of heavy cuir
assiers at their head, advanced to the attack.
Colonel Pientka, who had kept up an unremit
ting fire from his battery for five hours, sea
ted with perfect sang frotd upon a disabled
piece of cannon, remained to give another as»
I i’ective fire, then left at full gallop a post which
' he had so long occupied under the terrible fire
of the enemy’s artillery. This rapid move
ment of his battery animated the Russian for
ces. The cavalry advanced in a trot upon
the line* of a battery of rockets. A terrible
discharge was poured into their ranks, and the
horses, galled to madness by the flakes of fire,
became wholly ungovernable, and broke away,
spreading disorder in every direction ; the
whole body swept helplessly along the fire of
the Polish infantry, and in a few minutes was
so annihilated, that of a regiment ofcuiras
siers who bore inscribed on their helmets the
“ Inviec’bles,” not a man escaped. The
wreck of the routed cavalry, pursued by the
lancers, carried along in its flight the columns
of infantry. A general retreat commenced,
and the cry of “ Poland for ever ■” reached
the walls of Warsaw to cheer the hearts of its
anxious inhabitants. So terrible was the fire
of that day, that in the Polish army there was
not a single general or staff officer who had
not his horse killed or wounded under him ;
two thirds of the officers, and perhaps of the
soldiers, had their clothes pierced with balls,
aud more than a tenth part of the armv were
wounded. Thirty thousand Russians and ten
thousand Poles were left on the field of battle :
rank upon rank lay prostrate on the earth :
and the Forest ofEldets was so strewed with
bodies that it received from that day the name
of the ‘ Forest of the Dead.’ The Czar beard
with dismnv, and all Europe With astonish
ment, that the cro ser of the Balkan had been
foiled under the walls of Warsaw*
A.II day, my companion said, the cannona
ding was terrible. Crowds ol citizens, of both
sexes and all ages, it ere assembled on the spot
where we stood, earnestly watching the pro
gress ofthe battle,sharing in all its vicissitudes
in the highest state of excitementasthe clearing
up of the columns of smoke showed when the
Russians, or Poles had fled ; and he descii.
bed the entry ofthe remnant ofthe Polish ar
my as sublime and terrible ; their hair and fit.
ces were begrimed with powder and blood ;
their armor shattered and broken ; and al),
even dying men, were singing patriotic songs ;
and when the fourth regiment, among whom
was a brother of my companion, and who had
particularly distinguished themselves in the
battle, crossed the bridge, and filed slowly thro’
the streets their lances, shivered against the
cuirasses ofthe guards, their helmets bro
ken, their faces black and spotted with
blood, some erect, some tottering, and
some barely able to sustain themselves in
the saddle above the stern chorus of patriotic
songs rose thedistracted cries ofmothefs, wives,
daughters, and lovers, seeking among this bro
ken ba .d for forms dearer than life, many of
whom were then sleeping on their battle field.
My companion told me that he was then a lad
of seventeen, and had begged with teats to b -
allowed to accompany his brother, but his
widowed mother extorted from him a promise
that he wouhi not attempt it. All day he siood
on the very place where we did, with his moth
er, his hat’d in hers, w hich she grasped con
vulsively, as every peal of cannon seemed the
knell ot her son ; aud when the lancers pas
sed, she sprang from his side when the re
cognized in the drooping figure of an officer,
with his spear broken in his hand, the figure
of her gallant b :y. He was then reeling in
his saddle, his eye was glaZ’d and vacant,
and he died that night in their arms.
The following is an extract from Stcveuss
recent book of travels in Russia, and the Gen.
Sontag mentioned as a native of Philadelphia,
will be recollected bv mattv of our readers.—
Wv bel leva he is a brother—certainly a near
relative of Mrs. Haviland, the wife of our es
teemed .townsman, Mr. Haviland the Archi
tect. — U. S. Gazette.
I have mentioned incidentally the name of)
a countryman, resident i t Odessa : and being j
so far front home, I felt a yearning toward an |
American. In France or Italy I seldom hail I
this feeling, for there America s congregate in !
crowds; but in Greece and Turkey I always
rejoiced to meet a compatriot ; and when, on
my arrival nt Odessa, before, going into the
lazaretto, the captain told me that there was
an American ri si.'ling there, high in charac
ter and office, who hud been twenty years in
Russia, 1 requested him to present my compli
ments, and say that if he had not forgotten his
father laud, a countryman languishing in the
lazaretto Would be happy to see him through
the gratings of his prison house. 1 afterwards
regretted having seat this message, as I heard
from other sources that he was a prominent
man, and during the whole term ot my quar
antine I never heard from him personally. I
was most agreeably disappoi ted, however,
when on the first day of tny release, I met him
at dinner at the Spanish consul’s. Ho had
♦ oi. *1
■ bee n to the Crimea w ith Count WoronZow ;
had only returned that morning, and had nev.
ler heard of my being there u nil invited to
meet me at dinner. 1 had wronged him by
my distrust; for, though twenty years an ex
ile, hts heart beat as true as when he left bur
shore. Who can take off the feeling th-t
binds him to his native land? Not hardships
and disgrace at home ; not favor aud success
abroad i not even time, cun drive from his
mind the land of his bnth or the friends of I.is
youthful days, , Gen. So itag was a native of
Philadelphia, had been in our navy, and serv- <1
as sailing master on board the Wasp, became
dissatisfied from some cause, he did not men.
tion, left our navy, entered the Russian, ard
came round to the Black Sea as captain of a
fi igat" ; was transferred to the land service,
and in the campaign of 1814, entered Paris
1 with the allied armies as Colonel of a regiment.
Li this campaign he formed a friendship with
Count Worouzow, which exists in full force nt
this day. He left the army with the rank of
brigadier general. By the influence of Count
Worouzow, be was appointed inspector of the
port of Odessa, in which office he stood next
to the Governor of the Crimea, and in fact on
one occasion, during the absence of Court
Worouzow, lived in ’he palace and acted as
governor for eight months. He married a In
dy of rank, with an estate and several hundred
slaves at Moscow ; wears two or three rib
ands at his button hole, badges of different or
ders ; has gone through the routine of offices
ami honors upon the grade of grand counsels T
of the empire : and a leiter addressed to him
under the title of “ his excellency” will come
to the right hands. He was then living a’ his
country place, about versts from Odessa, and
asked me to go out and puss lhe next duy
with him. I was strongly tempted, but. in
order that I might have the full benefit of it
postponed the pleasure until I had completed
my arrangements for travelling. 'l'he next
day General Soiling called upon me, but I di 1
not see him; and this morning, accompanied
by Mr. Raguet, the younger, I rode out to his
place. The land about Odessa is a dead level,
the road was excessively dry and we were be
grimed with dust when wo arrived. General
Sontag was waiting for us, aud in the true
spirit of an American farmer at home, proposed
taking us over his ground. Hits farm is his
hobby, it contains about six hundred acres,
and we walked all over in His crop was
wheat, and, although I am uo great, judge of
these matters, I think I ueVer saw finer. He
showed me a field of very go >d wheat, which
had not been sowed in three years, but was
produced by the fallen seeds of the previous
crops. We compared it w ith our Genesee
wheat, and to me it was an interesting circum
stance to find an American cultivating hind on
the Black Sea. and comparing it with the pro
ducts of our Genesee flats, with which he was
perfectly familiar. One thing particularly
sttnek me, though) as an American, perhaps
I ought not to have been so sensitive. A large
number of men were at work in ib » field, and
they were all slaves. Such is the force ofed
ucalion and habit, that 1 have sem hundreds
of black slaves without a sensauon ; but it
struck rudaly upon me u. see white men slave*
to an American, a d the one whose father had
been a soldier of the revolution, and had fought
to sustain the great principle that “ all men
are by nature free and equal.”
Mr. Soiltag told me that he v dued his farm
at about six thousand dollars, on which ho
could live well* have a bottle of Crimea wine,
and another every day for a friend, and lay up
one thousand dollars a ye .r : but 1 etterwards
heard that he was a complete enthusiast on
the subject of his fatm ; a bad m inager, and
that he really knew nothing of its expense or
profit. Returning to the l ouse, we fout.d
Madame So «tag reudv to receive us. Site i«
an authoress of great literary reputation, aid
ofsttch character, that, while the emperor was
prosecuting the Turkish war in person, and
the empress remained ut Odessa, the Voung
archduchesses w< re placed under her tth; Fgc.
At dinner she talked with much i .terest of
America, audj expressed a hop-» though not
much expectation, one day visiting it. But
General Sontag himself, surrounded as he isl
by Russian connexions, is all American.—
Pointing to the riband on his button hole, he
said he was entitled to one order which h.i
should value above a.l others; that his father
had been a soldier ofthe revolu.ion, and mem
bar of the Ciucinnatti Soticty, and that in
Russia Ihe decoration of that order would be
to him the proudest badge of honnr that art
American Could wear After di ring we re
tired into a little room fitted up for a
which he culls America, furnished with all th J
standard American books, Irving, Paulding
Cooper, Ate., engravings of distinguished
Americans, maps, charts, canal and rail-road
reports &«•.; and his daughter, a lovely little
girl and o .ly child, he has taught to speak het*
father’s tongue and lovelier father’s land. In
honor of me she played on the piano •* Hail
Columbia” and “Yankee Doodle,’’ and the
day wore away too Soon. AY e took tea On tllJ
piazza, and at parting 1 received from him a
letter to his agent on his estate nea Moscow,
and from Madame Sontag one which carried
me into tn • imperi.il househ >ld, being directed
to I’li tenda.it du Prince heritiere, Petersburgh.
A few Weeks ago I received from him a letter,
in which lie s ys, ‘ the visit of one of my
Countrymen is so great a treat, that I can as*-
sure you that you are never forgotten by any
of my little family ; and when my dwgbLf
wish s to make me smile, she is sure 10 suc»
' c-ed if -I-- down to her pi too
“Hail Co mubta” or “Yankee Doodle, this
brings to mind Mr. Mr. , Mr.
.. Mr. , who have pissed
thr .u.h this city; to me alone it brings to
tntud mv country,'parents, friends, you.h, and
a world of things and ideas p.<st ncVci* id td
turn. Should any of our countrymen be C<>nu
ing this way. do not forget to inform them thut
in Odessa lives ottc who will be glad to see
them and I say now to any of my country;
men whotrt Chance may throw upon the shores
ofthe Black Sea, that if he would receive st?
far fiom home the welcome of a Hue heart <l
American, G n.e:al Sontag will be glad to rem
der it.
AN INVITATION TO DINNER.
It was observed that a cert.in covetous!
rich man never invited one to dine with him
“I’ll lav n wager,” said a w.ag. “I get an it;v>-
tattoo from linn.” The wager beingnccepkd
he ooes the next day to the rich man’s hous •
about the time he was to dine* and tel s the
servant h<‘ must speak with his mister immi
diately, for ha can save him a thousand
poll ds.
“Sir.” said the servant to his mister, “here
is a mu: in a great hurry to speak with ymiy
w ho Sav she Mil save you a thous.md yotindsi ’
(Oat come the master.)