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ands； and the fathers of those who listened to their talesthose dear ones who were； perhaps； now stretched upon the battle…field。
But on this bright day no one in the village gave a thought to the beauties of Nature； for a new misfortune weighed heavily upon the hearts of the unhappy inhabitants。 They were no longer the subjects of the hero…king； who was so worshipped by all； under whose colors their fathers and sons still fought。 The French army； led by the Duke de Broglie and the Count de St Germain； had taken possession of all that part of the country； and held it in the name of their king。 It was declared a French province； and the inhabitants； helpless and forsaken； were compelled to acknowledge the French as their masters； and to meet the taxes which were imposed upon them。
It was a most bitter necessity； and no one felt it more deeply than the old shepherd Buschman； the father of Charles Henry。 He sat； as we first saw him； on the slope of the field where his flock was grazing； guarded and kept in order by the faithful Phylax。
His eye was not clear and bright as then； but troubled and sorrowful； and his countenance bore an expression of the deepest grief。 He had no one to whom he could pour forth his sorrowsno one to comfort himhe was quite alone Even his youngest son； Charles Henry； the real Charles Henry； had been compelled to leave him。 The recruiting officers of the king had come a short time before the French troops had taken possession of the province； and had conscripted the few strong men who were still left in the village of Brunen。
But this time the men of Brunen had not answered joyfully to the demand。 Even old Buschman had wished to keep his son Charles Henry with him。 Had he not sent six sons to the field of battle； and had they not all died as heroes？ Charles Henry was his last treasure； his one remaining child； his grief…torn heart clung to him with the deepest devotion。 To be parted from him seemed more bitter than death itself。 When the recruiting officer came into the hut of Buschman and summoned Charles Henry to follow him as a soldier； the eyes of the old man filled with tears； and he laid his hands upon the arm of his son as if he feared to see him instantly torn from his sight。
〃Captain〃 he said； with a trembling voice； 〃I have sent the king six sons already； they have all died in his service。 Tell me truly； is the king in great need？ If so； take me as well as my sonif not； leave me my son。〃
The officer smiled； and extended his hand to the old man。 〃Keep your son；〃 he said。 〃If you have lost six sons in the war； it is right that you should keep the seventh。〃
Buschman uttered a cry of joy； and would have embraced his son； but Charles Henry pushed him gently back； and his father read in his countenance a determination and energy that he had rarely seen there。
〃No； father；〃 he said； 〃let me golet me be a soldier as my brothers were。 I should have gone four years ago； when I was prevented； and Anna SophiaAh； let me be a soldier； father；〃 he said； interrupting himself。 〃All the young men of the village are going； and I am ashamed to remain at home。〃
The old man bent his head sadly。 〃Go then； my son；〃 he said； 〃God's blessing rest upon you！〃
Thus Charles Henry went； not from a feeling of enthusiasm for the life of a soldiernot from love to his kingbut merely because he was ashamed to remain at home。
He had now been absent several months； and his father had not heard from him。 But the news of the lately lost battle had reached the village； and it was said that the Prince Royal of Brunswick； in whose corps Charles Henry was； had been defeated。 The old shepherd remembered this as he sat in the meadow this bright summer morning。 His thoughts were with his distant son； and when he raised his eyes to heaven it was not to admire its dazzling blue； or its immeasurable depth； but to pray to the Almighty to spare his son。 The peaceful tranquillity of Nature alarmed the old manshe speaks alone to those who have an ear attuned to her voiceshe says nothing to those who listen with a divided heart。 Buschman could endure it no longer； he arose and started toward the village。 He longed to see some human beingto encounter some look of loveto receive sympathy from some one who understood his grief； who suffered as he did； and who did not wear the eternal smile that Nature wore。
He went to the village； therefore； and left the care of his flock to Phylax。 It comforted his heart as he passed through the principal street of Brunen and received kind greetings from every hut he passed。 He felt consoled and almost happy when here and there the peasants hurried toward him as he passed their huts； and begged him to come in and join them at their simple mid…day meal； and were quite hurt when he refused because his own dinner was prepared for him at home。 These men loved himthey pitied his lonelinessthey told him of their own cares； their own fearsand as he endeavored to console and encourage them； he felt his strength increasehe was more hopeful； more able to bear whatever God might send。
〃We must be united in love；〃 said Buschman； 〃we will help each other to bear the sorrows that may come upon us。 To…morrow is Sunday； in the morning we will go to the house of God； and after we have whispered to Him the prayers which He alone must hear； we will assemble together under the linden…tree in the square and talk of the old times and those who have left us。 Do you not remember that it was under the linden…tree we heard of the first victory that our king gained in this fearful war？ It was there that Anna Sophia Detzloff read the news to us； and we rejoiced over the battle of Losovitz； And I also rejoiced and thanked God； although the victory had cost me the lives of two of my sons。 But they perished as heroes。 I could glory in such a death； and Anna Sophia read their praises from the paper。 Ah； if Anna lived； I would at least have a daughter。〃
He could speak no more； emotion arrested the words on his lips； he bowed to his friends and passed on to his lonely hut。 His little table was spread； and the young girl who served him； and who slept in his hut at night； was just placing a dish of steaming potatoes before his plate。 The old man sat down to his solitary meal； he ate only to sustain his body； his thoughts were far away； he took no pleasure in his food。 In the middle of his meal he started up； a shadow had fallen across the window； and two loving； well…known eyes had seemed to look in on him。 Buschman； as if paralyzed with delight； let fall his spoon and looked toward the door。 Yes； the bolt moved； the door opened； and there stood the tall figure of a Prussian soldier。
The old man uttered a cry and extended his arms。 〃Oh； my son； my beloved son； do I indeed see you once more？〃
〃Yes； father； I am here； and God willing； we will never again be parted。〃 And Charles Henry hastened to the outstretched arms of his father； and kissing him tenderly； pressed him to his heart。
〃The thought of you； dear father； has led me here；〃 he said； 〃but for you I would not have returned to Brunen； I should have wandered forth into the worldthe world which is so much greater and more beautiful than I ever dreamed。