WOMAN. BY GRENVILLE MELLEN. THE world has had its mysteries-but none To Man, the monarch of the earth he trod, With brow so pregnant with divinity With eye so lumin'd from its god-like fount With tongue so angel-toned, and voiced like lyres In everything, so chisel'd like the work Of some Heav'n-guided sculptor, that she sat, Bound to his leaping heart! The years went on. She met temptation mid her home of bloom. Song Then Time went hand in hand with Trial. Death, Swoop'd with his midnight wing. No summons there Was left unanswer'd-but with faint white lip, The passing victims whisper'd-'We are here!' A change went o'er the world-and Man was chang'd. His monarchy was lost-his sceptre gone His empire, that of old he sway'd alone, Thenceforth divided with the thing he spurn'd. Reason, that erst in him confess'd her throne, Yet Woman fell not, like some stricken star, For ever from her sphere. She travel'd yet To her own soul unfaithful. She abode, Clos'd on the reeking path of pestilence, Had paled with fear-or stretched with quiv'ring hand How the years sped, and what dim centuries Grey history tells. The mem'ry of young days, A rivalry with Man in all that made She rul'd-and empires trembled. Her command Till its sound startled like the trumpet-blast, And the heart quak'd to hear. She could command Like despot, when his spirit is unrein'd, And every light of Mercy has gone out That should shine o'er his people. Other lands Beheld her in yet sterner vassalage She gather'd, as a banner, beneath helm, Of great o'ershadowing armies. The red sword Swung by the warrior through his murky field. And such was Woman, as she left the sky! Yet did she see idolatry. The spell A baser jewelry that lighted her, And drew Man to his bondage. The quick fire O, if now Woman would lift the noble wand she bore, CIRCUMSTANTIAL TESTIMONY. On the summit of a hill near Muhlbach, a small town of Rhenish Prussia, there is a chapel dedicated to St. Joseph. Being a place of pilgrimage, this chapel is on festival days visited by many of the inhabitants of the surrounding country; but on other days of the year it seldom happens that the sound of a human footstep disturbs the sacred solitude. Very early on the morning of the 19th of July, 1818, a peasant proceeding to work, was wending his way along a narrow path at the foot of the hill. His dog was running before him. Suddenly the animal stopped short, and in another moment darted off rapidly in the direction of the chapel. The dog soon returned to his master, howling piteously, and betraying unequivocal signs of terror. The peasant quickened his pace, and turned directly into the path leading up to the chapel. On coming within sight of the portal of the little edifice, he was horrorstruck to behold, stretched on the steps, the lifeless body of a young man. The terrified peasant hurried to a neighboring village with tidings of what he had seen. The news spread with the swiftness of lightning, and in a very short space of tiine the magistrate of the district, accompanied by the village doctor and schoolmaster, and followed by a crowd of country people, were ascending the hill in the direction of the chapel. The body was found precisely on the spot and in the position described by the peasant. It was the corpse of a very handsome young man; part of the clothing, viz., the coat and waistcoat, had been taken off, and beneath the shirt there was found a piece of cloth of a bright red color, apparently the fragment of a shawl. This piece of cloth was laid in several folds over the region of the heart. It was fastened by a band of fine lawn or cambric, which was rolled round the body, and the whole was firmly fixed by a mass of congealed blood. On the careful removal of these bandages, there was discovered a deep wound, which had divided the carotid artery. The deceased wore light colored pantaloons, boots with spurs, and on one of the fingers was a massive gold signet-ring. The ground round the spot where the body lay exhibited no trace of any struggle; but prints of footsteps, partially obliterated, were perceptible. These marks were traced to a neighboring wood, and in the direction of an eminence which towered above the trees, and whose summit was crowned by the ruins of the old castle of Ottenberg-a place which the neighboring country people believed to be haunted. Whilst the doctor and others were engaged in examining the body, some of the rustic crowd mustered courage to trace the foot-prints, which apparently led to the ruined castle-their su perstitious fears being doubtless lulled by the conviction that ghosts are not prone to wander in the bright sunshine of a July morning. One of the party was soon seen running back to the chapel in breathless haste, announcing that the scene of the crime was discovered. The magistrate proceeded to the ruins of the castle, and what he saw left no room to doubt that the murder had actually been committed there. The floor of the spacious area (once the banqueting hall of the castle) was stained with blood. The walls, the table, and the seats, also presented similar stains. On the table were the remains of a repast which had evidently been partaken of at no very distant date, for there were fragments of bread and fruit, and a broken bottle in which some wine still remained. On further examination, deep prints of footsteps were perceived leading from the ruins of Ottenberg to the high road of Beking, in the direction quite opposite to that of the chapel. A little farther on in the same track, was found a piece of red cloth; and on comparison, it was ascertained to belong to the same shawl, a fragment of which had been used to stanch the wound of the victim. At the foot of a tree lay a lady's glove, nearly new, but stained with blood. Nothing more was discovered, and in the evening the body was interred in the village churchyard, after being throughout the day exposed to the public gaze. On the following day, an innkeeper presented himself to the magistrate of the district. He had recognized in the murdered man a traveller who slept in his house on the night of the 15th of July, and who left early on the following morning. He knew neither the name nor the condition of the stranger; nor had he heard from whence he came, or whither he was going. The innkeeper observed that he had a gold watch and chain, a red morocco pocket-book, and a green silk purse; moreover, that he wore two rings, one of which he had recognized on the dead body. An active inquiry was set on foot; but no circumstance of importance was brought to light, until about six weeks afterwards. The police then ascertained that a gentleman named Von Bergfeldt, who had been residing for some time at Coblentz, had suddenly disappeared. He came from Frankfort, and to all appearance possessed plenty of money. He had made several excursions to various parts of the adjacent country, and his journeys had extended as far as the mountains of the Vosges. An old soldier, who had been his servant, and the proprietor of a house he had hired, came to the Muhlbach; both had a perfect recollection of the watch and the two rings remarked by the innkeeper; the servant positively affirmed that the boots found on the dead body belonged to his master. Several months elapsed, and public interest, which had been powerfully excited by the mysterious event, was gradually subsiding, when a gentleman of rank, travelling to the waters of Podewil, happened to pass through Muhlbach. Hearing of the murder, he was struck by the name of the victim-Bergfeldt being the name of one of the most ancient and noble families in Silesia. He knew their armorial bearings, and he expressed a wish to see the signet-ring which had been found on the body. The engraved coat-of-arms was identical with that of the Silesian Bergfeldts: viz., quarterly sable and azure, on a Chief Or, a serpent between two bees. The ober-procurator of Muhlbach lost no time in addressing a letter to the authorities of Breslau. An answer was speedily returned enclosing a letter signed Ferdinand von Bergfeldt, the writer of which described himself as being the second son of the old Baron Franz von Bergfeldt. He stated that his elder brother had, about two years previously, left home to make a tour in various parts of Europe, and that the family had received no intelligence of him for a very considerable time. |