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Mourn, children of Atteghei, mourn for the brave, Whose heart with true glory beat high.
Weep, weep, as ye lower him into his grave, No more to the charge will he cry.
His father to rescue, amid the thick foe, He flew as they hemmed him around; When a treacherous shot from afar laid him low, And bleeding he fell to the ground.
Weep, weep, for the hero, the pride of our land, Who ne'er from the foemen would fly, As he fought 'mid a host who outnumber'd his band, His falchion was waving on high.
And his battle cry raising, he charged them so well, As the dastardly foe pressed around.
His sword drank their blood, and e'er bravely he fell, Full many had bitten the ground.
Lay the hero to rest who so bravely hath died.
'Mid the cl.u.s.t'ring ranks of the foe, "And his glittering falchion part not from his side, As calmly he slumbers below."
He was found where he fell, 'mid the heaps of the slain, His weapon still grasp'd in his hand, Which faithfully serv'd him, and there shall remain, For who is more worthy that brand?
Weep, weep, for the hero who rests in his grave, And ever be sacred the ground, Nor let it be trod by the foot of a slave, While his spirit still wanders around.
And fondly shall ever be cherished his name, As his deeds by our minstrels are sung, With the martyrs who won the bright chaplet of fame, O'er his fate shall a halo be flung.
The warrior maidens of Atteghei mourn.
Ah sad was the grief of his bride!
When home on his war-steed from fight he was borne, As fainting she fell by his side.
Wreathe fair chaplets of flowers to hang round his tomb, Weep, weep, for the youth's early fate, And when to bewail him, as yearly you come, The deeds of the hero relate.
[Note] _Vide_ Poems by T. Moore.
There was a deep and solemn silence as all that remained of the young, the brave, and the truly-loving Alp was lowered into the narrow grave yawning to receive him. As the body reached its final resting-place, this silence was broken by the sobs which burst from his mother's breast and from the women who accompanied her. Even hardy warriors, who never thought or dreamed of fear, and seemed steeled to all the softer sympathies of our nature, were moved to tears. As the first handful of earth was thrown on the uncoffined body, all present knelt down circling the grave; and the aged bard, his hands raised on high, offered up prayers for the soul of the deceased young warrior. Then, joining their voices, the a.s.sembly pet.i.tioned heaven for its quick pa.s.sage to the realms of bliss. The venerable sire now arose from his knees, and in a deep and solemn tone thus addressed the company:
"Men of Atteghei, another victim has been offered up to the enmity of our hated foes; a sacrifice well worthy of the altars of Liberty; for who more brave, who more n.o.ble than he? Gentle as a lamb in peace, daring as a lion in war, loved by his friends, dreaded by his foe, who is here that loved him not? Who would not have been ready to shelter his life with his own? Why then was he taken from us, cut off in the flower of his youth? Why, my countrymen? Because the most n.o.ble altar demands the n.o.blest sacrifice; and what altar is more n.o.ble than that of Liberty, and where a fitter victim than he for whom we mourn?
"His fate is glorious and happy. Even now his spirit is ascending to the realms of bliss, while we, still loaded with our mortal chains, mourn his loss. Yet still, many, many more sacrifices must be made, before our country can be free from our detested foes; but think not that our warriors will die in vain. Even now I see dimly and indistinctly, an era approaching, when our enemies shall be driven from the confines of our territories, far back to the barren lands whence they came; and our country, freed from oppression, shall rise above her former state and take her place among the nations of the earth."
The oration being concluded, again they knelt in prayer, while the earth hid the heroic Alp for ever from the sight of those who loved him. A slab of stone was placed on his grave, over which was erected a light building of wood, sufficiently large to shelter those who would come on the anniversary of his death to offer up prayers, and to commemorate the gallant actions of the young warrior.
The bereaved Zara was led to her home; and, for many live-long days, she sat, motionless, regardless of all around her. Stunned and bewildered by her grief, she constantly brooded over her loss.
The Hadji appeared to have recovered from the shock sooner than the rest of his family: but many observed that the elastic spirits of the old man had flown for ever. A change had come over him. His whole thoughts and attention were given to forming plans for defeating the Russians, and defending the country against their attacks in the coming spring.
So different is man's grief, for a loved lost object, to that of a woman! He has resources whereupon to employ his mind and his energies.
The fierce excitement of war, the ardour of the chase, the banquet, the council, and a hundred other objects offer opportunities to distract his thoughts; while she has alone the remembrance of her loss. If she applies herself to her domestic duties, still the thought of her bereavement will intrude; and oft will she stop amid her occupations, a convulsive sob bursting from her heart, as the image of the lost one appears to her mind, and she thinks of that which was, but which now no longer exists.
Volume 3, Chapter XV.
Our life is full of sunshine and clouds, smiles and tears; and it is as foolish to expect at all times to possess the one, as it is to repine that our lot in life must be sprinkled with the other. Thus, how great a contrast did the reception awaiting the warriors in the valley of Abran Bashi form to that which they had experienced in the vale of Gazlan; when Ina, blooming as the roses of Gul, flew across the lawn, as she caught sight of her father's gallant train winding down the vale.
She was now followed by all the wives and maidens of the hamlet, eager to welcome the return of their husbands, their fathers, and brothers, and to recompense them for the toils of war, and the dangers they had incurred for their sakes.
Throwing himself from his horse, Arslan Gherrei folded his daughter in his arms, as she flew to meet him; tears, how precious, of pure joy filling her bright eyes, that he was again restored to her in safety.
We will not attempt to describe the meeting of Thaddeus and his fair mistress; but well did he feel himself recompensed for having espoused the cause of her country.
Death had not been idle in the valley since their absence. The forebodings of the venerable Prince, Aitek Tcherei, had been fulfilled; full of years and honour, he had been gathered to his fathers the day after their departure. He had been buried with all the ceremonies prescribed by custom; and his clansmen were now about to select one as a successor worthy to lead them to war, or to preside at their councils in time of peace. By the aged chieftain's dying will, delivered to the elders of his tribe, Alp was to succeed to his possessions; or, failing him, they were to descend to Selem, so that, by the sad death of his friend, our hero found himself possessed of considerable wealth.
The elders and princ.i.p.al men of the tribe a.s.sembled to discuss the important subject, when the eyes of all were turned on Selem. His bravery in the field and his courteous manners had won even their hearts; and by choosing him, they would not only have a gallant and sagacious chief to command them, but it would prevent any of those jealous feelings which would too probably spring up, should they elect any one of those actually living among them. Without a dissentient voice, therefore, Selem Gherrei was elected to command their brave and numerous tribe. Our hero was now, in every sense of the word, a Circa.s.sian Chief; and a truly brave and n.o.ble one did he prove himself.
We must now draw rapidly to the conclusion of our story.
The trees once again put forth their leaves; the fields were enamelled with flowers; the birds sang in the groves; and all nature wore an air of renewed life and activity. The winter had pa.s.sed away. The Circa.s.sian husbandmen on the borders, girded on their swords, and slung their rifles on their backs, as they toiled in their fields--prepared at a moment's notice to resist any inroad of their foes--to sow corn, although 'twas doubtful whether they might ever reap the harvest. Bands of warriors were moving; towards the frontiers, to be in readiness to repulse the Russians, at whatever quarter they should make their first attack: and in every direction, messengers were galloping across the country, to carry information from one chief to another of their own plans, or of the enemy's movements. Great stir had been observed among the troops on the Kouban, and the number of all the Russian garrisons was increased; but it was impossible to say what were their intentions.
The early spring also saw the happiness of Ina and Thaddeus completed; the chieftain no longer withholding his consent, on Selem's making over to his friend sufficient property to maintain his bride as became her rank. A Polish priest also was found to perform the ceremony, according to the rules of the Christian church; this exile with many of his countrymen had lately made their way to Circa.s.sia, where they were certain of a friendly welcome from those who could so well appreciate their wrongs and sufferings.
Selem therefore had the satisfaction of seeing his sister married according to the forms he considered essential, when he committed her into the hands of his friend. The religion of Arslan Gherrei was too tolerant to object to his daughter embracing that of her husband, particularly when Selem undertook to explain to him the sacred bonds it enforced, and in how superior a state it placed her, than would have been her lot had she become the wife of one of the native chiefs. The chieftain much admired this in theory, though he confessed it was what his countrymen in general would not approve; for it gave far too much power into the hands of those whom they looked upon in the light of property, and which their lords and masters would lose, should the fair s.e.x once learn to consider themselves as having equal liberty and rights.
The youthful couple enjoyed, for a short time, the utmost felicity which is allowed to the most fortunate on earth. They were truly happy in themselves, and their present lot; for they did not--they would not-- think of what change the future might bring forth. Each day they thought that they had discovered some new charm in each other, something more to love. On their marriage, they had returned to the house near the sea, where we first introduced Ina to our readers; and often would they wander together down the valley, to the very edge of the deep blue main, which lay calm and lovely at their feet. As they gazed on its translucent wave, they little thought that its treacherous surface might bring whole hordes of their foes upon them.
Selem, whenever he could tear himself away from his important occupations, came to be witness of their happiness; but he was mostly occupied in accompanying his father in excursions through every part of the country to rouse the lagging, to animate the weak-hearted, and to induce all to take the oath of amity to the patriots, and eternal enmity to their foes. Where ever they moved, they were accompanied by other influential chiefs and elders, and were received with respect by all.
Those, who formerly thought themselves free from the danger of attacks by the Russians, were roused to join their country men in more exposed districts; and others, who might have been induced by despair to sue for peace with their overwhelming foes, were excited to renewed exertions, to defend their country to the last. Many made voluntary promises to muster under the standard of Arslan Gherrei, the moment it should be raised for whatever expedition he should think advisable.
Hadji Guz Beg constantly accompanied his friends in these expeditions; his enthusiastic exhortations adding considerably to the excitement of the people. At his own home, he scarcely ever remained, for he could not bear to hear the loud and constant repinings of his wife for her lost son; nor to look on the grief stricken Zara.
She, poor girl, continued incapable of exertion, and unexcited by aught around her; her thoughts dwelling alone on her lost Alp. It was at length thought, that change of scene, the novelty of the sea, near which she had never been, and the affectionate embraces of her early friend, might arouse her from her stupor. Ina received the youthful widow with an affectionate greeting, but could not refrain from tears as she contrasted the time they parted, when she was borne away from her a joyous bride, with the melancholy of the present; her young hopes blighted, and he, whom she loved, lying in his early and ensanguined grave.
The tender endeavours of Ina, could scarcely rouse her from her apathetic indifference to all terrestrial affairs; Zara could only return her kindness with a faint smile of thanks.
Arslan Gherrei was now less reluctant to be absent from home, knowing that he left his daughter with one able to protect her; and, at this time, Selem had just arrived to pay his sister and friend a visit, before they moved to a habitation further inland; for, as the spring advanced, it was feared the Russians might attempt a landing on the coast. The numerical strength of the tribe beneath the sway of Arslan Gherrei had been dreadfully reduced by war and plague, so that when he led forth his warriors to battle, scarcely enough remained to protect his territory; on which account, the preceding year, he had removed his daughter to the house of his kinsman, the late Prince Aitek Tcherei.
Volume 3, Chapter XVI.
A lovely and bright spring morning had induced Selem and his friend to seize their guns and sally forth at dawn of day, in search of game.
They had wandered long over the sweet scented heathery hills, fresh and pure with the sparkling dew; when they heard loud shouts behind them, and saw Karl running to overtake them.
With a face of consternation, he said that he had just seen from the highest mountain in the neighbourhood, where he had been to cut wood, a large fleet standing, towards the coast, which his fears told him, must be that of his much dreaded countrymen.
"It will be a day of fighting, my friends," exclaimed Selem, as with Thaddeus he flew rapidly towards the house. "We must die, rather than let our foes set foot upon our strand, where, if they once get footing, it will cost us dear to drive them off."
They did not even venture to enter the anderoon; but, seizing their arms, and summoning as many warriors as they could collect on the moment, they rushed to the sh.o.r.e, thoughtless of the overwhelming force of the foe, and determined to defend it to the last gasp. As they emerged from the valley to the sands, a sight met their view, sufficient to appal the stoutest heart among the brave mountaineers. As far as the eye could reach, the smooth sparkling sea appeared covered with the lofty and wide spreading canvas of the Russian ships of war and transports, advancing slowly and proudly towards the devoted coast.
The Circa.s.sians gazed with deep anxiety at the hostile flotilla, feeling how small was their chance of successfully opposing the landing of their foes with the small force they had collected. Selem, however, sword in hand, flew amongst the small band, encouraging and urging them boldly to withstand their enemies.
"My countrymen, my brave friends," he cried, "if we allow our foes to land, our destruction, and that of all those dear to us, will be certain. Let us, then, heap our dead bodies, to impede their progress, until our countrymen can a.s.semble to fill our places; and let us rejoice that we can make an offering of our blood for the liberty of Circa.s.sia."
"We will follow you to the death, n.o.ble chief. Wherever you go we will go. Allah will protect the right!" was exclaimed on all sides by men, who, as they drew their sabres, swore never to yield.
The fleet approached in a crescent form. The smaller vessels, leading and running in, anch.o.r.ed as close to the land as the depth of the water would allow, presenting the frowning battery of their broadsides to sh.o.r.e. The largest ships followed, while the transports formed in line outside; and, no sooner were the sails furled, than hundreds of boats issued from among them, advancing steadily forward in close line.
Even the heroic Selem felt that it was an act almost of madness to oppose so overwhelming a force; and, for a moment, he hesitated to sacrifice his people's lives in so hopeless an attempt. But his resolution returned, and he determined to risk all, rather than fly.
At that instant shouts were heard in the woods above them; and a band of chiefs--on their journey to the north, at the head of whom came the Hadji and his brother--were seen galloping towards them. There was scarcely time to exchange the warriors' brief greeting with their welcome friends--the number of the whole amounting to a few hundreds only, while the approaching boats contained several thousands--ere the fierce combat commenced.
The band of Circa.s.sians, mostly chiefs and renowned warriors, remained sheltered behind the trees, until the boats came near enough to enable them to take certain aim, when they opened a rapid and deadly fire from their rifles, taking the Russians by surprise, and throwing them into some disorder; but, notwithstanding numbers fell wounded in the boats, they soon rallied and again advanced. As the keel of the headmost boat grated on the beach, Selem and the Hadji, calling to their comrades, drew their sabres, and, with a furious onset, rushed towards the enemy.
Before the first Russian had time to set his foot on dry land, he was hurled bleeding into the sea.
As each of the headmost boats came on, they were received with the same desperate valour; and as, with their lifeless crews, they were thrown on sh.o.r.e, they served as ramparts to the defenders to shelter themselves from the fire of the aftermost ones. Still the enemy advanced in constant succession, like wave upon wave, towards the beach; but with such heroic bravery did Selem and his friends meet them, that the first part of the detachment was completely destroyed, the rest keeping off until more boats should arrive from the ships.