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« « You have betrayed the confidence plaintive and monotonous song of the reposed in you,' said she to him; "you herdsman, who was leading them back to have betrayed the cause of freedom and the village. The evening was dark and of our country, as well as of honor. As cloudy; very soon, a cold, fine rain set in; for myself, I will not follow your steps the young people wrapped themselves up into a foreign country to expose my shame as well as they were able in their miserato strangers. Some blood yet remains in ble frocks, but they did not dare to leave my veins, and I have still left an arm to their retreats in order to go to seek shelter raise the sword against the enemy. I in some cottage. have a proud heart, too, which never will 6. How slow in returning!' said the submit to the ignominy of treason. Go to youngest of the three, smiling. Prussia ! Your representation of our “ Have no fear, Mary,' was the reply, situation does not affright me. I prefer a our guide is a Samogitian, and the faith thousand deaths to dishonor, and I fear of the Samogitians has been well proved. not to encounter them while forcing my Some obstacle, without doubt, has detained way through the Russian battalions, in him beyond the appointed hour, but he order to go and offer to my country this will soon return, and I hope we shall resword, which I have already raised in her sume our journey to-night.' defence, and the sacrifice of my life, if “That is if he brings us something to necessary.'

eat,' said Mary; for it is now twenty

four hours since we partook of food, and I The same evening she left the army, feel that I have great need of refreshdetermined to make her own way, at ment.', least, back into Poland. She was ac “ “ Have courage, ladies,' said Cæsar companied by her inseparable friend, Plater, smiling, and our misfortunes will the young Mary Raszanowicz, and her soon be ended. Our journey, as you well cousin, Count Cæsar Plater, who wish- know, has been thus far difficult and dised to share the dangers as well as the agreeable, but the most difficult part of it glory of the noble girl. On the follow- the brave peasants of Samogitia, we have

has been accomplished. Thank God and ing day Chlapowski surrendered his passed the Niemen, that barrier which sword and army to the Prussian au- separated us from Poland, and in a few thorities, who, says our author, “were days, I hope, we shall be in Warsaw.' astonished to see a Pole lay down his có A few days yet,' repeated Emily, arms."

casting a look of the deepest sadness upon The rest of the story of our young her limbs, which were bruised and torn by heroine we leave for her biographer to a long journey through marshes and dense tell :

forests, and which seemed to refuse to

bear her further. The train of sorrowful “Ten days after this event, three per- thoughts which was passing through her sons might be seen reclining upon a knoll, mind was interrupted by a sharp and prosurrounded by a marsh and the thick longed whistle, and a peasant, about sixty forests of Augustin. They are clad in the years of age, but still fresh and vigorous, common dress of the peasants of the coun was seen approaching. try. They have on coarse linen frocks, «« God be thanked, my children,' said and their feet are covered with sandals of he to them, I am somewhat late, but it has bark. But their noble and delicate fea- been impossible for me to arrive sooner. tures betray their real station ; and those These Russian dogs seized me, as I was arms, carefully concealed under their gar- coming out of the wood, and I have passed ments, show that they belong to the re a very bad quarter of an hour in the hands mains of the Lithuanian army, which of these brigands. They were a long time the Russians are everywhere in pursuit searching me and asking me questions. of. They seem to be impatiently and Fortunately, I belong to the country, and anxiously waiting for some one, although am well known, thank God! So the a profound silence prevails among them, whole village confirmed my statement, and they are startled at the least noise. when I told them that I was going to the

Cover your arms, Emily,' says one of neighboring village to see my father-inthem in a low voice, the air is damp and law, Martin the blacksmith. At last they we have but little powder.' These are let me go, and I came off with only a few the only words which are uttered during blows, which God, in his own good time, a long and fruitless expectation of three will, without doubt, return to them.' or four hours.

« The infamous villains !' cried Mary. “ The sun was beginning to decline, the “In the meanwhile I have brought you woods re-echoed the lowings of the flocks, something to eat, and I am very sure you which were leaving their pasture, and the must have great need of it ;' and at the

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same time, he drew from his wallet a black "Great God!' ejaculated the old man.
loaf, half bran, a piece of cheese, hard as "Take up your brother, my children, and
a stone, and a small bottle of brandy. “All carry him where I will show you; the
this is not worth much; but it will never- Russians will not seek him there.'
theless serve to appease hunger in some Mary Raszanowicz and the Count
degree. God knows I feared to take any- Plater took Emily in their arms, and in
thing more, for fear of exciting the suspic about a quarter of an hour the mournful
cion of these Russians,

train stopped before the door of a misera-
« « This is better than nothing,' said ble-looking hut. It was that of the for-
Mary, gaily, and she began to eat with ester.
apparent appetite.

“ During this unhappy war it was not a 6. What news, old man ?' asked Count rare sight to see insurgents pursued by the Plater. «Can we soon renew our march ? Russians, or indeed citizens flying before

« • Impossible yet, my good sir; the persecution, soliciting shelter from the country is full of Russians, who are in pur- peasants, which was always most eagerly suit of our brave Pouschet. We must wait granted. until this rabble quits the country, or at “The arrival, therefore, of these four perleast until sleep closes their eyes, so that sons did not astonish the peaceable inhabityou may pass, with safety, through these ants of this poor cottage. The old man files of Cossacks. In the mean while, entered first, exchanged a few words in take some rest ; sleep, and I will awaken Samogitian with the forester and his wife, you when it will be safe for you to com who instantly arose to furnish aid to the mence your journey.'

sick one. They placed the cold and pal“ Emily took but little nourishment. lid body of Emily upon a bed and covered For several days a burning fever had con- it up warmly, and songht to recall it to sumed her. The blood boiled in her veins, life, for she had not yet recovered her and her hot breath had rendered her lips sensibility. It was a body in which death parched. Her heavy head fell back upon and life were sustaining a fierce struggle her shoulders, and she felt within her the for the mastery. germ of a malady which she knew would 66 « Blessed Jesus !' exclaimed the for. not permit her to pursue her projects, and ester's wife, as she was bathing Emily's witness the accomplishment of her beau- temples with brandy; "so young and altiful dreams. She concealed, in the mean ready so unfortunate! Poor child, he has while, her frightful condition from the un- suffered much.' fortunate companions of her journey, and May the curse of heaven fall upon passed whole nights in prayer to God that the Tzar,' answered the peasants. he would grant her, at least, one thing;' “ All at once, the woman raised a shriek, that she might behold Warsaw-might which neither Cæsar nor Mary understood see the Polish standard, and then die. the reason of.-In her effort to re-animate Long before daylight the old man called Emily she had discovered her sex, and the up our pilgrims, and told them it was time idea immediately occurred to her, that this to set out. He enjoined on them the person could be no other than the Counmost profound silence, and recommended tess Emily Plater, whose exploits she had the utmost precaution until they should often heard praised. Admiration and ashave passed the Russian camp, along tonishment rendered her, sor a moment, which they had to pass.

mute and motionless. “ The young people followed their guide “She stared in mute contemplation upon in deep silence, hardly venturing to the thin and pale face of the dying Emily. breathe. Thanks to their precautions and She took her husband aside, and commuthe darkness of the night, they succeeded nicated to him the curious discovery in winding round the camp without alarm- which she had made, but which she would ing the sentinels, whose calls they distinct- not make known to any other individual ly heard. Although she felt her illness so long as Emily lived. increase continually, Emily kept up her “ They had relinquished all hope of march, repressing with the greatest care restoring her, when a sudden and convulall expression of pain. Fever was con- sive chill pervaded her frame. She then suming her, but still, notwithstanding her opened her eyes, and perceiving herself in lacerated feet, she still continued to ad- a hut, surrounded by her fellow-travellers,

The strength of the spirit exceed her fainting-fit in the forest came to her ed that of the body. Patriotism, alone, recollection, and pressing the hand of her helped to sustain her, but at last she was cousin, she said to him, not without effort : obliged to give up. All at once, her sight “My strength is failing me; I feel became dim, her limbs refused to per- that death is not far distant. Continue form their office longer, and she at length your journey.-May you reach Warsaw fainted.

in safety ;-you may be able to render,

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there, some service to our country. As world were rent asunder, and, therefore, for me, my career is ended. Grieve no it was with feelings of gladness that she more for poor Emily, she well knows how saw the approach of death. Hardly anyto die.'»

thing in the world could have induced her

to sacrifice the freedom of her own dear Notwithstanding the low point to Poland, which, in her own imagination, which she was reduced, the native she had so long considered free and happy, strength of her constitution began to but now trampled under the feet of two recover. She was placed by her cousin hundred thousand Russians, and, like her, under the care of the proprietor of the self, breathing her last. village, and supplied with medical care « Feeling the approach of her last hour, and every other provision in his power after having submitted herself to God's to make for her safety, while he bim- holy will

, and received the last consolaself hastened on to Warsaw, where tions of religion, she asked for her arms. he performed the duty of a gallant a burning tear escaped from her eyelid.

She seized them with a feeble grasp, and patriot in the front ranks of the terrible Her look seemed for a moment to express struggle which the walls of that ill. regret. Alas! all she regretted and wept fated city witnessed. Count Cæsar for, was that she had failed in saving her Plater is now living in exile, in Paris. country, and that she was unable to serve Emily, meanwhile, was slowly con that country longer. Unwilling to be valescing in her impatient retirement, separated from her arms, she requested where she was secreted under the that they might be placed in her tomb; name of Mademoiselle Korawinska, and in the very act of pressing them close still attended by her faithful friend and to her heart, she expired. Her last breath cornpanion-in-arms, Mary Raszano. was a supplication to the Supreme Being, wicz. The disasters that resulted in that he would vouchsafe to take under his the surrender of Warsaw, through the holy protection her suffering compatriots, treachery of the infamous Krukowi- who, less fortunate than herself, remainecki, have not yet ceased to be fresh in ed exposed to the vengeful ire of their the recollection of most of our readers. tyrants, as well as her unhappy counPoland fell, and her lovely and glorious saken."

try, which Heaven seemed to have foryoung child did not and could not survive her:

She died on the 230 December, 1831.

Her obsequies were as simple as they “All these events closely followed each were sorrowful. The whole country other, and becoming known to the citizens being in the possession of the despoi, of the distant provinces, destroyed their there were few to follow her remains deeply-cherished hopes. This sad news to their last repose. She was privatewas kept with the most scrupulous carely buried, like a precious relic, which from the knowledge of Emily, in the ap- her poor and afflicted friends were enprehension that it would produce a re- deavoring to hide from the rude gaze lapse which might prove fatal. But all of the stranger and the foe. A small precaution proved fruitless. The over- wooden cross was placed at the head whelming intelligence of the Poles having of the grave, which was covered with sought refuge in Prussia reached her ears, a white stone slab, and all that exists and gave her the fatal blow. Her soul, to tell of her brilliant life and sad death, identified with the existence of Poland, is engraved upon it in the simple word refused to inhabit longer its shattered tenement, worn out by fatigues and suffer

“ EMILIA." ings; and all that medical skill could pos Poland has yet to raise her monusibly effect was to prolong for a few mis- ment—but it must be that Poland she erable days an existence which had be. so earnestly panted to call into existcome hateful to her since she had learned that Poland, her beloved country, had been rival of that hour, let her rest where

ence-Poland again Free. Till the arenslaved again. She could not longer she is still lying, while her memory dwell on that soil which had, once more, shall remain imperishably embalmed fallen into the possession of barbarians, who would overwhelm its enslaved inhab in the admiration and sympathy of itants with wo. Her heart was broken, every heart that can know a throb at and her noble soul disdained an existence the sacred names of Patriotism and which henceforth was to be replete with Liberty, wherever those words exist, misery and suffering. She had no wish or such hearts are to be found, on the to live any longer ; all her ties with this face of the globe. VOL. IX-NO. XLIX.

5

THE STARS THAT HAVE SET IN THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.

NO. IV. SCHILLER.

THERE was a time in Germany when which his great contemporary and inthe name of Schiller was not repeated timate, Goethe, spoke over his grave, without the name of Goethe, and bear a testimony to his merits which, every one who pronounced it attempted as long as the German language is with eagerness to draw a parallel be- spoken, will be acknowledged as true, tween those two poets, though they just, and in every respect due to him. followed very different paths, and may Strictly speaking, Schiller was, perbe said only to have met towards the haps, even a greater poetical idealist close of Schiller's life. The subject of than Goethe. With more than Heine's these remarks displayed high poetical felicitousness of language, and not intalents at a very early age, but the ferior to Goethe himself in truth and laws of the karl-schule being exceed- tenderness of feeling, he had gifts in ingly severe, and tending particularly addition, which justly entitled him to to restrain the free will of the students, take the pre-eminence over all but one. these were rather suppressed than No poet had ever the power of dig. encouraged. Nevertheless, (or, may it nifying little things more by his mannot be said, in consequence of their in- ner of treating them, or of composing fluence?) Schiller there imagined the from the inconsiderable floating inciplan of his famous tragedy, “ The dents of the day creations of such imRobbers," and wrote the greater part perishable splendor. Goethe had, unof it clandestinely. After having doubtedly, more of the cleverness of finished the course of his studies, he one who wished to be a fine writer, entered the service of the reigning and therefore was not loth occasionDuke of Stuttgart, as regimental sur ally to mix up with the pure ore of geon, and completed his tragedy, which real passion a proportion of the alloy he got printed without the permission of fiction and pretence, in order to of his superiors. This was a cause make it fitter for receiving the stamp of trouble and vexation to him, and he and impress of his genius. Schiller was threatened with the fate which seldom does this. There is a freshpoor Shubarth had suffered— len ness and nature in his conceptions years' imprisonment on the Hohen- which could only be derived from a Asberg for some indiscreet verses. He constant irrigation of the living and therefore resolved to fly, and to leave flowery currents of the heart. It is his country till better days should come true that the soul of all his creations His first sojourn, after having quitted lies in his ideal characters; that he Würtemberg in the year 1782, was at not only paints man, but man in his Mannheim, where he was appointed highest moral beauty and elevation ; poet to the theatre; but he did not and that it was almost impossible for remain there long, and lived success- him to give the high and honorable ively at Dresden, Leipzig, and lastly at name of poetry to any work which Weimar. The late Grand Duke, does not idealize man. But his ideals eager to protect distinguished men, are at the same time true, and no conferred upon him a professorship at German poet knew like him to unite the University of Jena, which post he moral and poetical interest. We have occupied from the year 1789 to 1799, no picture of virtue more poetical than with the greatest credit to himself; his--no poet more virtuous than he. but his health made it necessary for His heroes are distinguished by a nohim to relinquish it. He returned to bleness of nature which shows itself Weimar, and died there on the 9th in action as a pure and perfect beauty. of May, 1805, having lived too short There is something in them which exa life for the friends who adored him, cites a pious worship; this beam of and for Germany, which considered heavenly light, falling into the obscurhim as one of the greatest poets of the ity of earthly perverseness, shines age, and the reformer, if not the crea- with higher splendor. The angel of tor, of German tragedy. The words God is the more beautiful amongst the

detestable faces of hell. The first se a model of tragic elocution. There is cret of this beauty is that angelic in- a vigor, a softness, and a charm, in nocence which dwells eternally in no- Schiller's poetry, which are unequalled; ble natures; and this nobleness of and his verses overflow with a meloinnocence returns with the same celes- dious harmony that has not been surtial features of a pure and youthful passed, though Germans may, with angel in all the great poems of Schil- due right, boast of the progress which ler. The second secret of the beauty their language has made since the of his ideal characters lies in their dig- time when he flourished. nity-their high-mindedness. His he There are three periods to be noticed roes and heroines never disown that in his dramatic works. The first is pride and dignity which attest an ele- that in which “ The Robbers,” “ Don vated nature, and everything which Carlos,” “ Fiesco," “ Cabal and Love" they utter bears the stamp of gener- (Kabale und Liebe) were written. osity and of inborn nobleness. The fire These tragedies are the free productions of noble passions constitutes the third of a mighty and irregular genius, who and highest secret of beauty in his po- feels that a new path is to be opened, etical creations. Every heart is in- but is still in want of an experienced vaded by this fire; it is the flame of guide. It was easy to see in these sacrifice to the heavenly powers—the early works extraordinary breadth and vestal fire guarded by the initiated in dramatic power, and life-like vigor of the temple of God.

character, and yet feel that he overNothing that is great can thrive flowed with words, said a hundred idle without the ardor of noble passions, things, and pursued dialogues till they either in life or in poetry. Every ge- grew tedious and wanted coherence nius owns its celestial light, and all and proportion. The language is somehis productions are penetrated by it. times too lofty and elaborate; there Schiller's poetry, therefore, seems a is an artificial sustainment about it, strong and generous wine; all his which lifts it above the rough unstudworks sparkle with the noblest senti- ied vigor of the language of actual ments. The ideal beings which he life; but the genius of the poet shows created are the genuine children of itself surpassingly fertile in combinahis own glowing heart, and beams of tions, and quick in the invention of inhis own fire. He is the strongest and cident. If the plant is to be judged by its purest of all poets, and the love fruit, Schiller's genius might be consihis spirit has painted, and which dered at this time as a kind of passionhe most intensely felt himself, is flower, planted in a luxuriant soil, but likewise the chastest and holiest of left to wander about at its own will, all. In his soul could abide no wrong, without pruning, direction, or support ; and he enters armed into the lists to and consequently running wild and fight for eternal justice. He teaches, to waste, and producing few leaves an inspired poet, the holy doctrine of and scarcely any blossoins. that blessing which dwells with just During the second period appeared tice, and the curse of that evil which his “ Wallenstein," where he seems to inevitably follows injustice. Liberty, have found the leader he wanted :—it inseparable from justice, was, there was philosophy, which threw a new fore, the most precious treasure of his light over poetry and the fine arts, and heart. There is no poet who painted taught that the drama should represent immortal freedom with such heavenly the struggle of the individual with inspiration and such purity and disin- fate. We do not go too far in our adterestedness.

miration of one of the human mind's It is scarcely necessary to add, that noblest efforts when we say that no Schiller's style is, in every way, worthy writer of any age or country ever proof his mind and of his poetical con- duced a finer work than Wallenceptions. “Le style c'est l'homme,” stein.” As a study of character, a says Buffon, and this sentence proved record of feeling, and a narrative of never so true as with him. He showed action, it is unrivalled. In this drama the nobleness of the German language; he has exhibited such force of nature, the dialogue which he introduced upon such knowledge of the world, and the stage has ever since been a stand- painted so vividly the light and shade ard with Germans, and will always be of passion, that we know of no one

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