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Chwiliwch 15 miliwn o erthyglau papurau newydd Cymru

Cuddio Rhestr Erthyglau

35 erthygl ar y dudalen hon

,-(Due foukt Comspntat.

--THE HORRORS OF BEDLAM.

A REAL BIT OF ROMANCE !

A VIOLENT LOVER IN CAMBRIDGE.

THE END OF A POLISH PATRIOT.

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THE END OF A POLISH PATRIOT. Colonel Bechi, a. Tuscan officer, who had taken part in the Polish insurrection, was shot last month by order of General Berg. The evening before his execu- tion the portraits of his wife and children were sent to him. He was heard to say:— Toor Juliet, I am about to leave you for ever. You will soon have to don the raiment of the Polish women. Row well the dark clothing will suit the fair tresses of my bright- haired girl. I leave to my boy and girl a stainless and un- blemished name—a heritage of honour unsullied, but nothing more. Poland will protect you, and adopt you as her own. He hoped-that his wife would forgive him for having brought such sorrow upon her. Writing to his wife, he said: — My poor Juliet,—When you receive this letter your poor Lao will bo no more. He will have been shot by the Rus- sians. I bless you, together with my beloved children. Death has no terrors for me. It is hard, however to die in a foreign country, far away from all thosc whom I love, and unable to embrace them once more. You will now soon be a widow. But I advise you not to many again, unless, indeed, you are led to do so through consideration for the imperious interests of our children. Soon will those chil- dren be orphans, and thh through my fault. May God have mercy upon my soul I I forgive all my enemies with my whole heart. My Juliet, my _Guido, my dear Elisa, I shall see you no more. Farewell, farewell! Embrace Fanny, our mother, Arthur, Massimo, Fanny's children, and your father; and bid all kind friends a farewell for me. I die because I have stood firmly at my post, when nearly all the other chiefs had dispersed abroad. I have given my blood for Poland, May Poland not abandon my family to destitution I I send you a lock of my bair, which is damp already with the dew of death. I hope you will receive my watch, my ring, and the locket I wear with your hair in it, which I leave as an heir-loom to my dear Guido, together with my military decorations. I have now but three hours to live. Take courage, my Juliet; we shall doubtless meet in heaven, Meantime, pray for my soul. My tost thoughts are with God, and with yourself. May the blessing of an innocent man bring you happiness. Farewell, farewell; a thousand and a thousand tender kisses to you, my dear Juliet, to my darling children, and to all my relations."

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