Society has been aptly compared to a heap of embers, which, when
separated, soon languish, darken, and expire; but, if placed together,
glow with a ruddy and intense heat, a just emblem of the strength, the
happiness, and the security, derived from the union of mankind. The
savage, who never knew the blessings of combination, and he, who quits
society from apathy or misanthropic spleen, are like the separated
embers, dark, dead, and useless; they neither give nor receive any heat,
neither love or are beloved.
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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._
(Continued from page 99.)
Encouraged in this manner, what dangers had I to fear? I departed
accordingly, but in the course of that campaign, there happened nothing
worthy of narration; the enemy, equally careful with ourselves to avoid
any action which might produce an open war between the two nations,
contented themselves with fatiguing us by means of frequent marches: we,
on the other hand, bounded our views to following and observing them;
and they only seemed to oppose themselves to us, in those parts where
the open country afforded them an opportunity of making good their
retreat.
At the end of the campaign, they prepared to retire on purpose to take
up their winter-quarters in their own country; and our little army,
composed almost wholly of gentlemen, separated soon after.
I returned to Warsaw full of joy and impatience; I thought that Love and
Hymen were about to bestow Lodoiska on me.----Alas! I no longer had a
father. I learned, on entering the capital, that Lovzinski died of an
apoplexy on the night before my arrival. Thus I was deprived of even the
sad consolation of receiving the last sighs of the most tender of
parents; I could only offer up my sorrows at his tomb, which I bathed
with my tears!
----“It is not,” says Pulaski to me, who was but little moved with my
profound sorrow; “it is not by means of barren tears that you can do
honour to a father such as thine. Poland in him regrets a Citizen----
----a hero, who would have been of immense service during the critical
moment which now approaches. Worn out with a tedious malady, our monarch
has not a fortnight to live, and on the choice of his successor depends
the happiness or misery of our fellow-citizens.
“Of all the rights which the death of your father transmits to you, the
most noble is undoubtedly that of assisting at the Diet, in which you
are to represent him; it is there where he will revive in you; it is
there, where you ought to exhibit a courage infinitely more difficult to
be sustained than that which consists only in braving death in the field
of battle!
“The valour of a soldier is nothing more than a common virtue; but they
are not ordinary men who on awful emergencies, preserving a tranquil
courage, and displaying an active penetration, discover the projects of
the powerful who cabal, disconcert the enterprises of the intriguing,
and confront the designs of the factious; who, always firm,
incorruptible, and just, give not their suffrages but to those whom they
think most worthy of them; whom neither gold nor promises can seduce,
whom prayers cannot bend, whom menaces cannot terrify.
“These were the virtues which distinguished your father; this is the
precious inheritance which you ought to be desirous of sustaining. The
day on which the states assemble for the election of a king, will be the
epoch on which the pretensions of many of our fellow-citizens, more
occupied with their private interests than jealous of the prosperity of
their country, will be manifested, as well as the pernicious designs of
the neighbouring powers, whose cruel policy it is to destroy our
strength by dividing it.
“I am deceived, my friend, if the fatal moment is not fast approaching,
which will for ever fix the destinies of our country,----its enemies
have conspired its ruin; they have secretly prepared for a
revolution;----but they shall not consummate their purposes while my arm
can sustain a sword! May that God, who is the protector of the republic,
prevent all the horrors of a civil war! But that extremity, however
frightful it appears, may perhaps become necessary; I flatter myself
that it will be but a short, although perhaps a violent crisis, after
which the regenerated state will assume its ancient splendour.
“You shall second my efforts Lovzinski; the feeble interests of love
ought to disappear before more sacred claims. I cannot present my
daughter to you during this awful moment of suspense, when our common
country is in danger; but I promise to you, that the first days of peace
shall be marked by your union with Lodoiska.”
Pulaski did not speak in vain. I felt that I had now more essential
duties to fulfil than those of love; but the cares with which my mind
was occupied, were hardly able to alleviate my grief. I will even avow
to you, without blushing, that the sorrow of my sisters, their tender
friendship, and the caresses more reserved but no less pleasing of my
mistress, made a stronger impression on my heart than the patriotic
counsels of Pulaski. I beheld Lodoiska tenderly affected with my
irreparable loss, and as much afflicted as myself at the cruel events
which forced us to defer our union; my chagrin, by being thus divided
with that lovely woman, seemed insensibly to diminish.
In the mean time the king dies, and the Diet is convoked. On the day
that it was to open, at the very instant when I was about to repair to
the assembly, a stranger presented himself, and desired to speak to me
in private. As soon as my attendants were retired, he enters my
apartment with precipitation, throws himself into my arms, and tenderly
embraces me. It was M. de P----! Ten years, which had elapsed since our
separation, had not so much changed his features as to prevent me from
recognizing him, and testifying my joy and surprise at his unexpected
return.
“You will be more astonished,” says he to me, “when you know the cause.
I have arrived this instant, and am about to repair to the meeting of
the Diet;--would it be presuming too much on your friendship to reckon
on your vote?”
“On my vote! and for whom?”
“For myself,” continues he with vivacity; “it is not now time to account
to you the happy revolution that has taken place in my fortune, and
which at present permits me to entertain such exalted hopes: it is
sufficient to observe, that my ambition is at least justified by a
majority of suffrages, and that it is in vain that two feeble rivals
would attempt to dispute with me the crown to which I pretend.
“Lovzinski,” adds he, embracing me again, “if you were not my friend,
and I esteemed you less, perhaps I should endeavour to dazzle you by
means of promises; perhaps I should recount to you the favours which I
intend to heap upon you, the honourable distinctions that are reserved
for you, and the noble and glorious career that is about to offer itself
to your ambition;----but I have not any need of seducing, and I only
with to persuade you.
“I behold it with grief, and you know it as well as myself, that for
several years past our Poland, become enfeebled, owes its safety to
nothing else than the distrust of the three great powers* which surround
it, and the desire to enrich themselves with our spoils, may in one
moment re-unite our divided enemies.
[* Russia, Prussia, and the House of Austria.]
“Let us prevent, if we can, this inauspicious triumvirate from
dismembering the republic. Undoubtedly, in more fortunate times, our
ancestors were able to maintain the freedom of their elections; it is
necessary however that we should yield to that necessity which is become
inevitable.
“Russia will necessarily protect a king, whom she herself has elevated;
in receiving the sovereign of her choice, you will defeat the views of
that triple alliance which will render our perdition certain, and we
shall acquire a powerful ally, who will oppose herself with success to
the two enemies that remain to us.
“These are the reasons which have determined my conduct; I do not
abandon part of our rights, but to preserve the most precious of them.
I wish not to ascend a fickle throne, but with the intention, by the
means of a sage policy, to give it stability; I consent not to alter the
constitution of the commonwealth, but to preserve the kingdom entire.”
We repaired to the Diet together; I voted for M. de P----. He in effect
obtained the majority of the suffrages; but Pulaski, Zuremba, and some
others, declared themselves in favour of Prince C----. Nothing was
decided amidst the tumult of this first meeting.
When the assembly broke up, M, de P---- invited me to accompany him to
the palace, which his secret emissaries had already prepared for him in
the capital†. We shut ourselves up together during several hours, and
renewed the promises of a friendship that should endure for ever. I then
too informed M. de P---- of my intimate connection with Pulaski, and of
my love for Lodoiska. He repaid my confidence with more important
communications; he informed me of the events which had led to his
approaching grandeur; he explained to me his secret designs; and I left
him, convinced that he was less occupied with the desire of his own
elevation, than with that of restoring Poland to its ancient prosperity.
[† The diet for the election of the kings of Poland is held half
a league from Warsaw, in the open air, on the other side of the
Vistula, near to the village of Vola.]
Possessed with these ideas, I flew towards my future father-in-law,
burning with the desire of adding him to the party of my friend. Pulaski
was walking at a great pace up and down the chamber of his daughter, who
appeared equally agitated with himself.
“Behold,” said he to Lodoiska, the moment that he saw me enter, “behold
that man whom I esteem, and whom you love! He has sacrificed us both to
his blind friendship.” I was desirous to reply, but he went on--“You
have been connected from your childhood with M. de P----. A powerful
faction is about to place him on the throne; you know you are acquainted
with his designs; this very morning, at the diet, you voted for
him;--you have deceived me:--but do you think that you shall deceive me
with impunity?”
I besought him to hear me, and he constrained himself so far as to
preserve a stern silence: I then informed him that M. de P----, whom I
had for a long time neglected, had agreeably surprised me by his
unexpected return.
Lodoiska appeared charmed to hear me commence my justification.--“You
shall not deceive me in the same manner as if I were a credulous woman,
says Pulaski.--But it signifies not---proceed.”
I then recounted to him the particulars of the short conversation that I
had with M. de P------ before I repaired to the assembly of the states.
“And these are your projects!” exclaims he. “M. de P------ sees no other
remedy for the misfortunes of his fellow-citizens than their slavery! He
proposes this, one of the name of Lovzinski, approves of it; and they
despise me so much as to tempt me to enter into this infamous plot!
Shall I behold the Russians commanding in our provinces in the name of a
Pole?”
“The Russians, say I with fury; the Russians reign in my country!” On
this Pulaski, advancing towards me with the greatest impetuosity, cries
out: “Perfidious youth! you have deceived me, and you would betray the
state! Leave my house this very moment, or know that I shall order you
to be dragged out of it!”
I frankly acknowledge that an affront so cruel, and so little merited,
disarmed me of my prudence: in the first transports of my fury, I placed
my hand upon my sword; and quicker than lightning Pulaski brandished his
in the air.
His daughter, his distracted daughter, rushed forward, and precipitated
herself upon me, crying out: “Lovzinski, what are you about to do?” On
hearing the accents of a voice so dear to me, I recalled my wandering
reason; but I perceived that a single instant was about for ever to
bereave me of my Lodoiska! She had left me to throw herself into the
arms of her father. He, cruel man, beheld my grief, and strove to
augment it: “Go, traitor!” says he, “be gone---you behold Lodoiska for
the last time!”
(_To be continued._)
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_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
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