CONCLUSION. AND now, my unknown, nameless reader, far more my companion than I have been yours, we part here. We may have differed often, but time will come when you will acknowledge I have told you rightly, for I have ever told you truth. To you I am a stranger-to me you are a friend, and I think lovingly of you, for you have retraced with me the happiest months of my existence. If in one single conscience I have rectified one single error, I am more than repaid for every toil-if, in so many pages, you have found one whereby to gain instruction or wherewith to cheat ennui, do not be without indulgence towards the rest. Did you ever hear an old song of Wilhelm Müller's ?" "Oh! wandern, wandern! meine Lust! Oh! wandern!" It will be my song for many a long day, till you and I, reader, start again on some fresh wandering. Till then, farewell! APPENDIX. No. 1. Verses addressed to the Emperor Franz Josef, by the “Youth of Linz,” and recited to him by a Linzer Student, on the 25th of November, 1849. The times were dark and heavy, and with destruction rife, From land to land thou speedest, thou goest from town to town, All hearts are bounding t'wards thee, all homages are thine, But thou art thoughtful, Master! at many a grey-haired head Yes, Master! it is true, thou hast bound with unsafe chain But see, oh, Star of Austria! the spirit of thy times These are thine own, oh, Master! whatever may betide, Their strength is thine, their labours, their havings, and their life; For thee they'll fight, thy foes they'll quell, or die in desp'rate strife. They who now stand around thee, in youth's bright, brilliant day, Then let no sad thought vex thee, thy heart's horizon clear, In place of Austria's veterans, now count on Austria's youth. This little poem, which has no great literary merit in the original, and far less in my translation, serves to show the spirit which reigns throughout a considerable portion of the Empire. This antagonism of the young and the old may be looked upon as somewhere about the greatest of Austria's internal divisions. No. 2. Letter from the Patriarch Josef Rajacic to General Hrabowsky. Excellency, Karlowitz, Aug. 1, 1849. With a bleeding heart, I take up my pen in order to describe to you the atrocities which, in certain spots where civil war has broken out, have been committed by the Magyar troops. In the Servian town of Futtak there was not one single enemy to be found, when the Magyar troops, commanded by your Excellency, burst into the place, some of them slaughtering innocent children, women, and old men ; *Viribus unitis, the device of Franz Josef. |