1. Adored be the god Sambhu, on whom the city of the three worlds rested
in the beginning, as on its main pillar, and whose lofty head is adorned
with a crescent, that kisses it, resembling the point of a waving
Chamara.
2. May the tusks of that boar whose form was assumed in sport by Heri,
when the raised earth was his gorgeous umbrella, with Hermadri (or the
golden mountain) for the ornament of its top, be a staff to keep you
secure.
3. May the luminous body of that God, who though formed like an
elephatst, was born of Parvati, and is revered even by Heri,
propitiously dispel the gloom of misfortune.
4. There is a luminary which rose like fresh butter from the ocean of
milk, churned by the gods, and scattered the gloom from around it.
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Interesting History Of
_THE BARON DE LOVZINSKI._
With a relation of the most remarkable occurrences in the life
of the celebrated COUNT PULASKI, well known as the champion of
American Liberty, and who bravely fell in its defence before
Savannah, 1779.
_Interspersed with Anecdotes of the late unfortunate KING of POLAND,
so recently dethroned._
My history presents a frightful example of the instability of fortune.
It is indeed very flattering, but it is also sometimes very dangerous,
to have an ancient title to sustain, and a large estate to preserve. The
sole descendant of an illustrious family, whose origin is lost in the
darkness of remote ages, I have a right to aspire to, and to occupy the
first employments in the republic which gave me birth, and yet I behold
myself condemned to languish in a foreign country, amidst an indolent
and inglorious obscurity.
The name of Lovzinski is honourably mentioned in the annals of Poland,
and that name is about to perish with myself! I know that an austere
philosophy either rejects or despises vain titles and corrupting riches;
and perhaps I should console myself if I had lost only these; but,
I weep for an adored spouse, I search after a beloved daughter, and I
shall never more revisit my native land. What courage is capable of
opposing griefs like mine?
My father, the Baron de Lovzinski, still more distinguished by his
virtues than his rank, enjoyed that consideration at court, which the
favour of the prince always confers, and which personal merit sometimes
obtains. He bestowed all the attention of a tender parent on the
education of my two sisters; and in regard to mine, he occupied himself
with the zeal of a man of family, jealous of the honour of his house, of
which I was the sole hope, and with the activity of a good citizen, who
desires nothing so ardently as to leave to the state a successor worthy
of him.
While I was pursuing my studies at Warsaw, the young P---- distinguished
himself among the rest of my companions by his amiable qualities. To the
charms of a person at once noble and engaging, he joined the graces of a
cultivated understanding. The uncommon address which he displayed among
us young warriors, that rare modesty with which he seemed desirous to
conceal his own merit from himself, on purpose to exalt the abilities of
his less fortunate rivals, who were generally vanquished by him in all
our exercises; the urbanity of his manners, and the sweetness of his
disposition, fixed the attention, commanded the esteem, and rendered him
the darling of that illustrious band of young nobility, who partook of
our studies and our pleasures.
To say that it was the resemblance of our characters, and the sympathy
of our dispositions, that occasioned my attachment to M. de P---- would
be to pay myself too flattering a compliment; however that may be, we
both lived together in the most intimate familiarity.
How happy, but how fleeting is that time of life, when one is
unacquainted with ambition, which sacrifices every thing to the desire
of fortune and the glory that follows in her train, and with love, the
supreme power of which absorbs and concentres all our faculties upon one
sole object! that age of innocent pleasures, and of confident credulity,
when the heart, as yet a novice, follows the impulse of youthful
sensibility, and bestows itself unreservedly upon the object of
disinterested affection! Then, surely, friendship is not a vain name!
The confidant of all the secrets of M. de P----, I myself undertook
nothing without first intrusting him with my designs; his counsels
regulated my conduct, mine determined his resolution; our youth had no
pleasures which were not shared, no misfortunes which were not solaced,
by our mutual attachment.
With what chagrin did I not perceive that fatal moment arrive, when my
friend, obliged by the commands of a father to depart from Warsaw,
prepared to take leave of me! We promised to preserve for ever that
lively affection which had constituted the chief happiness of our youth,
and I rashly swore that the passions of a more advanced age should never
alter it.
What an immense void did the absence of M. de P---- leave in my heart!
At first it appeared that nothing could compensate for his loss; the
tenderness of a father, the caresses of my sisters, affected me but
feebly. I thought that no other method remained for me to dissipate the
irksomeness of my situation, than to occupy my leisure moments with some
useful pursuit. I therefore cultivated the French language, already
esteemed throughout all Europe; I read with delight those famous works,
the eternal monuments of genius, which it had produced; and I wondered
that, not withstanding such an ungrateful idiom, so many celebrated
poets, so many excellent philosophers and historians, justly
immortalized, had been able to distinguish themselves by its means.
I also applied myself seriously to the study of geometry; I formed my
mind in a particular manner to the pursuit of that noble profession
which makes a hero at the expence of one hundred thousand unfortunates,
and which men less humane than valiant have called the grand art war!
Several years were employed in these pursuits, which are equally
difficult and laborious; in short, they solely occupied my thoughts. M.
de P----, who often wrote to me, no longer received any but short
replies, and our correspondence began to languish by neglect, when at
length love finished the triumph over friendship.
My father had been for a long time intimately connected with Count
Pulaski. Celebrated for the austerity of his manners, famous on account
of the inflexibility of his virtues, which were truly republican,
Pulaski, at once a great captain and a brave soldier, had on more than
one occasion signalized his fiery courage, and his ardent patriotism.
He trusted in ancient literature, he had been taught by history the
great lessons of a noble disinterestedness, an immoveable constancy, an
absolute devotion to glory. Like those heroes to whom idolatrous but
grateful Rome elevated altars, Pulaski would have sacrificed all his
property to the prosperity of his country; he would have spilled the
last drop of his blood for its defence; he would even have immolated his
only, his beloved daughter, Lodoiska.
Lodoiska! how beautiful! how lovely! her dear name is always on my lips,
her adored remembrance will live for ever in my heart!
From the first moment that I saw this fair maid, I lived only for her;
I abandoned my studies; friendship was entirely forgotten. I consecrated
all my moments to Lodoiska. My father and hers could not be long
ignorant of my attachment; they did not chide me for it; they must have
approved it then? This idea appeared to me to be so well founded, that I
delivered myself up, without suspicion, to the sweet passion that
enchanted me: and I took my measures so well, that I beheld Lodoiska
almost daily, either at home, or in company with my sisters, who loved
her tenderly:--two sweet years flew away in this manner.
At length Pulaski took me one day aside, and addressed me thus: “Your
father and myself have formed great hopes of you, which your conduct has
hitherto justified; I have long beheld you employing your youth in
studies equally useful and honourable. To-day--(He here perceived that I
was about to interrupt him) What would you say? Do you think to tell me
any thing I am unacquainted with? Do you think that I have occasion to
be hourly witness of your transports, to learn how much my Lodoiska
merits to be beloved? Is it because I know as well as you the value of
my daughter, that you never shall obtain but by meriting her? Young man,
learn that it is not sufficient that our foibles should be legitimate,
to be excusable; those of a good citizen ought to be turned entirety to
the profit of his country; love, even love itself, like the basest of
the passions, is either despicable or dangerous, if it does not offer to
generous hearts an additional motive to excite them towards honour.
“Hear me: Our monarch, for a long time in a sickly habit of body, seems
at length to approach towards his end. His life, become every day more
precarious, has awakened the ambition of our neighbours. They doubtless
prepare to sow divisions among us; and they think that by over-awing our
suffrages, they will be enabled to force upon us a king of their own
chusing. Foreign troops have already dared to appear on the frontiers of
Poland; already two thousand Polish gentlemen have assembled, on purpose
to punish their audacious insolence. Go and join yourself with those
brave youths; go, and at the end of the campaign return covered with the
blood of our enemies, and shew to Pulaski a son-in-law worthy of him!”
I did not hesitate a single moment; my father approved of my
resolutions, but being unable to consent without pain to my precipitate
departure, he pressed me for a long time against his bosom, while a
tender solicitude was depicted in all his looks; his adieus seemed to be
inauspicious; the trouble that agitated his heart seized upon my own;
our tears were mingled on his venerable cheeks. Pulaski, who was present
at this moving scene, stoically reproached us for what he termed a
weakness. Dry up your tears, said he to me, or preserve them for
Lodoiska: it belongs only to childish lovers who separate themselves
from each other for five or six months, to weep in this manner! He
instructed his daughter in my presence, both of my departure, and of the
motives which determined me to it. Lodoiska grew pale, sighed, looked at
her father with a face suffused with blushes, and then assured me in a
trembling voice, that her vows should be offered up for my safe return,
and that her happiness depended on the safety of Lovzinski.
(_To be continued._)
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