THE YOUNG TYROLESE. BY MISS C. STRICKLAND. AMONG the gallant band of patriots that rallied so bravely round the standard of Andrew Hofer, there was not a more devoted champion of freedom than Gustavus Rosen. Placed by birth and fortune beyond the cares incidental to poverty, and blessed in the society of a beloved wife and two amiable children, Rosen had passed the meridian of his days in tranquil happiness; misfortune had been a stranger to his dwelling, till the invasion of the French army poured the red tide of war with remorseless fury into the once peaceful valleys of the Tyrol. All that was dear and lovely lay crushed beneath the steps of the conqueror; the voice of woe and wailing was heard throughout the land-mothers mourned for their children, children for their parents. The sound of busy, cheerful labour ceased on the plains; the joyous voice of childhood was hushed. The note of the shepherd's pipe was |