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* - * ' * * s - > ? - . - -- . ' ' ??-?- i ii mil LEWIfro^'et!^RIS,r'' Inbtjnttott Jfsnmljj fWospaptr: jor % promotion of % political, JSoaal, ^gritnlteal anb '(Kommarctal $itferots of % Swtjf, ^ 1 1 ' ' 1 ' . '" > ? < VOL. 13. YOEKYILLE, S. C., THURSDAY, AUGUST 8, 1867. * ? ;v ; ?i -| I, j i 'u?as?? MARRYING A CONVICT. I had served twenty-five years on board an East Indiaman, and for the last ten years had commanded the Belle, one of the finest crafts that ever floated. I was an old sea-dog, who had dwelt so long on saft'jvater that I had almost a hatred of dry land. On the 30th of October, 1823,1 reoeived orders 1 to pnt myself in readiness to sail for Cayenne. I was to transport 75 soldiers and a convict I had orders to treat this individnal well, and the letter I received from the Directory enclosed another, with a huge red seal, which I was not to open until ; between 27 and 28 west longitude; that is, just before we cross the line. The letter was a long packet, so well closed upon every side that it was impossible to catch the slight- } est glimpse of its contents. I am not naturally su- : persfcitious, bat there was something in the look of . , the letter that I did not altogether like, though I oould give no reason why. However, I carried it j and ohirtV it under tlifi ?laaa of a ' 1UW UUO VOI/Ulj HUM ?* , . m _ little shabby English dock, which was fastened abore my head. . .. I was busy fixing the letter under the clook, when, whoshould oome into my cabin but the convict and bis wife I This was the first time I had seen either'of them, and I may say, that a more prepossessing oouple I never met The woman was scarcely more than fifteen, and as handsome as a picture'3, while the husband was an intelligent, magnificently-formed man, on whose features nature had never written "villian 1" His crime, to be plain, was the misfortune of being a hundred years ahead of his age. He and others had attempted something which our government called treason, and which it punished with death. It, therefore, occasioned me considerable wonder that he~ should be placed under my charge. Bnt more of this afterwards. He had, ais I said, his wife hanging upon his aim. She was as merry as a bird ; she looked indeed like a turtle dove, cooing and nestling beneath his great wing. Before a month had passed over our heads, I looked upon them as my own children. Every morning I used to call them into my cabin. The young .fellow would sit writing at my table, that is ' to say as my cnesc, wmcu w? mjr uou. nu^u often help me at reckoning, and, soon learned to do better than I oould. I was amazed at his ability. 1 His young wife would sit upon one of the round stools in my cabin working at her needle. ' One day we were, all three, sitting in this way, 1 when I said: "Bo you know, my young ones, as it seems to * me, we make a very pretty family picture. Mind, I don't mean t# ask questions, but may be you ! - have not much money to spare, and yon are, both 1 Of yon, as I think, too handsome to dig in the 1 burning sun of Cayenne) like many a poor wretch . of a convict before you. It's a baa country, take my word for it I, who have roughed through the j tempest, wind and sunshine, till I have the akin of a rhinoceros, ought get along there; but you?I'm ( afraid for you. So, if you should chance to have a bit of foolish friendship for your old captain, 1 why, I'll tell yoirwhat I will da FH get rid of 1 this old brig; she's not much better than an old ( tub after all;' so I'll settle myself down there with you, if you like. You see I have not a living soul in the world to care for, or that cares for me. I 1 want relations, I want a home, I want a family. I i should like to make my home with you, my pretty < ones! What say ye?" - < They said nothing at all, but kept looking at each other, and then at me, as if they doubted 1 whether they understood what I said. t At last the little bird threw her arms around my ' neck and cried Hke a baby. . 1 "But," said she, suddenly pausing, "you have not looked at the letter with that big red seal." I felt a queer creeping come over my flesh as J she said this. "Hang it!" I exclaimed, "it had slipped my J head entirely." I With a cold, dreaded sensation, I went to my * chest to see where we were. I found that we had several days remaining before we should reach the J proper longitude for opening the letter. 1 Well, there we stood, all three of us, looking up 1 at the letter as if it oould have spoken to us. As i it happened, the sun was shining full upon the glass of the clock-case, and fell upon the great staring red seal of the letter. I could not help fancying ] it looked like a great big monster, an ogre's face, ! grinning from the middle of the fire; it looked! i "Could not one fancy," said I, to make them J laugh, "its great eyes were staring out ofitshead." ' ?" wife "if. Innkn litp i XXII, rnjr IVTV) DWU wuw h**vj blood." "Pooh, pooh," said her husband, taking her ' arm under his, "it looks like a letter or invitation to a wedding. Come, leave the letter alone if it ' troubles you so. Let's to our room and prepare : for bed." , ^ . 1 And off they went upon deck, and left me with the beast of a letter. I remember that I kept i looking at it as I smoked my pipe; it seemed to fix its great red eye upon mine, fascinating like the eye of a serpent It was red, wide, raw, staring like the maw of a fierce wolf. I took my great i coat and hung it over both clock and letter, and wentupon deck to finish my pipe. "We were now in the latitude of the Cape de Verde Islands?the Belle was running before a fair wind at the rate of ten knots an hour. It was a splendid night?the stars large and shining; the ?moon rising above the horizon, as large as a sun of silver, the line of ocean parting it, and a long stream of pale, shimmering light, falling upon the waves, which, as they broke, sparkled like jewels. I sat upon the deck, smoking my pipe and watching them. All was quite still, except the footfall of the watch, as he paced the deck?gazing, as I did, upon the shadow of the vessel, stealing over the silent waters. I love silence and order?I hate noise and confusion. The lights should all have been extinguished by this time; but when I looked upon the deck, I thought I saw a little red hue of light just beneath my feet At another time and place this would have made me angry; but knowing the light came from the cabin of my little deporta, I determined to see what they were about I had only to look down?I could see into the cabin through the sky-light The young girl was upon her knees; she was saying her prayers. A lamp swinging from the ceiling lighted her room. She had on a long white night dress, and her fair golden shining hair floated over her shoulders, and almost touched her two little bare feet, which were peeping from under her white dress, so pretty. I was turning away; but pshaw said I, I am an old soldier I What matters it? So I stayed. The husband was sitting upon a little trunk, his head resting between his hands, looking at her as she prayed. She raised her face to heaven, and I then saw her large blue eyes filled with tears.? She looked like a Madaline. As she arose, he said: "Ah, my sweet Laurette, as we approach America, I cannot help being anxious?I do not know why?but I feel that this voyage has been the happiest part of our lives." "So it seems to me," she answered; "Ionly wish it could last forever.'' Suddenly clasping his hands in a transport of love and affection, he said : "And yet, my little angel, I see yon always cry when you say your prayers, and that I can not stand, for I know what causes it, and then I fear you must repent what you haye done.'' "Repent," she replied, in a sad, rebuking tone. "Repent of having come with you. Do yon think because I have been yours only such a veiy, very short time, that I should not love you ? Was I not your wife? How can you be sorry that I should be with you, to live with you if you are to live, and to die with you if you are to die ?" The young man began to sigh, striking the floor impatiently with his feet, while he kissed repeatedly the little hand and arm which she was holding out Ah, Lauretta, Lauretta I When I think if our marriage had only been delayed five days, that then [ should have been arrested and transported alone, [ cannot forgive myself." At this the pretty little one stretched out her pretty little white arms, clasped his head, pressed his forehead, his hair, his eyes, smiling like a cherub, and murmuring all sorts of little woman's fond things. X was quite affected, and considered it one of the prettiest soenes I had ever witnessed. "And besides, we are so very rich?look I" Baid she, bursting oat laughing. "Look at my purse, one gold louis d'or?all my worldly wealth." He began to laugh, too. "Yes, dear, I have Bpent my last half crown. I ?ave it to the fellow who oarried our trunk on board." "Ah, poor," cried she ; "what matters it ?" ? Nobody so merry as those who have nothing at all; oesides I have my two diamond rings that my mother gave me; they are good for something all lie world over; we can sell them when you like, md besides I am sure that captain meant kindly jy us, and I suspect that he knows very well what s in that letter. It's a recommendation to the Governor of Cayenne." "Perhaps so," said he, "who knows?" "To be sure it is," continued the charming wife, fou are so good I am sure the Government has janished you only for a short time?I know they lave no feeling against you." It was high time that the light should be atrichia out, and I now rapped on the deck and called o them to do so. They instantly obeyed, and I heard them laughng and chattering like two innocent school fellows. One morning when I awoke I was surprised not q feel the slightest motion of the vessel. Huriyng on deck I found we were becalmed. Latitude, L degree north; longitude, between 27 and 28 decrees west I waited until night when I desoended into the stbin. I opened the letter with a dull, awful feeing. I held my breath while I broke the great red jeal and read: "Captain Fontainbleau: The convict Antoine Hindsclear, stands convicted of high treason ajainsfc the Republic. The Directory order ^that he )e shot on mid ocean, and you are hereby instruct}d to see that these orders are carried into effect'' I read the letter backward and forward. I rubied my eyes; I could not believe it; my knees imote together. I rose up with a gasp as if I were shoking; I hated myself &? my weakness. Forcing down my emotaqp, I- went on deck.? fhere they were, she looking upon the ocean and le gazing at her with an expression of unutterable bndness. Catching his eye I signed to him to ?me into the cabin. Bidding her good by, he ?me down, his face all smiles. I was bathed in a cold sweat; I felt as if dcathy sick; I handed him the order, and he read it, ogether with the death warrant, which was drawn lp in due form, and attached. He gathered his roice as he finished. He colored slightly, and bowed. "I ask nothing, Captain I" he said in the same jentle tone that always characterized his voice; 'no man can be expected to swerve from his duty; [ only wish to speak a few words to Laurette md to entreat you to take carex?f her, if she should jurvive?but I hardly think she will" "All this is fair, my good fellow," said I. "If pou request it, I will carry her back to France to tier family. I won't leave her until she wishes to 3e rid of me, but I do not think she will survive ;i >? it. He took my hand and pressed it. "Most kind captain, I see you suffer more than [ do in this business?but there is no help tor it [ trust you will preserve what little property of mine is left for her sake, and that you will take sare she gets what her poor old mother may leave her. I put her life, her honor, in your hands.? She b (and how fondly low hb voice became) a delicate little creature?her chest is often affected, Bhe must keep it warm. And if she could keep the two diamond rings her mother gave her, I should be so glad; but, of course, if the money b needed, they must go. My poor Laurette?how pretty she looks." Ib was getting too much for me, and I began to knit my brow. "One word b as good as a thousand," said I.? ' "We two understand one another. Go to her." 1 squeezed hb hand; he looked wistfully at me, and I added : "Stay a moment, let me give you a word of advice. Don't say a word to her about it. We will settle the thing for he#; be easy; that's my business. It shall be managed in the best manner." "Ah!" said he, "I did not understand; yes, much better. Besides thb leave-taking, thb leavetaking 1" "Yes," said I, "don'tbehave like a child; much better, much better. No leave-taking, if you can help it, or you are lost." I kept my seat; I saw them walking arm in arm upon the deck for about half an hour. I called the mate to me, and when he had read the letter, I said, "Garley, this b bad business?bad business. I put it into your hands. I obey the orders, but I remain in the cabin till it b over." "How do you wish the thing done ?" he asked in a nonchalant manner. "Take him out in a boat; out of sight; do it as quick as possible ; don't say anything of this till the time comes." Garley sat five minutes looking straight at me without saying a word. He was a strange fellow. I didn't know what to make of him. He then went out of the cabin without saying another word. Night came at last. I called Garley: "Man a boat; go a quarter of a mile; be quick!" To obey a slip of paper! for it was but a slip after all. Something in the very air must have driven me on. I saw him. I saw the young man kneel down before his Laurette; kiss her knees! her feet! her gown 1 I cried out like a madman: "Part them! part them this ifastant! Part them?curse the Republic?curse the Direotors! I quit the service 1 curse the lawyers 1 you may tell them if you will." She was dragged into her berth, and the boat rowed away in the darkness. Some time after, a dull volley came over the sea to the vessel. It was all over. Fool, madman, how I paced the deck, and cursed myself. All night long I paced back and forth, and all night long I heard the moaning of the pooi i stricken bird. Often I halted, and was tempted to throw my self into the sea, and so end this horrid torture of the brain and heart. Days passed. I saw nothing of Laurette. I would not see her. She avoided me and I was glad of it. I could not bear the sight of that woesfricken face. The mate Garley, how I hated him! He was as cool and unconcerned as though he had no remembrance of shooting the poor wretch. At Cayenne, I resigned my ship. Going to the city, I made all arrangements, and took the steamer for New York. Iplaoed ample funds in the hands of a trusty friend and told him to send Laurette to nje at the end of six months. I could not see her until grief had lost its edge. ' Weary, careless of my fate, I wandered into the interior of the State of New York, and finally purchased a little place, where I hoped I should lie i down and die. i I sent for Laurette. Poor bird, I must see her. I could wait no longer. One summer night I sat in the poroh of my 1 house, smoking my pipe and gazing down the road, i Soon the rumble of wheels was heard, and the i stage halted. 1 The Dext moment a pair of white arms were a- i round my neck, and the heart of the sobbing Lau- 1 rette was upon my bosom. "Oh ! you dear excellent Captain." UTT _1_ - 9>> 1 neavetia i wuu is tutii. ucuuiu vuu t There stood the fine manly form of Antoine 1 Hindsolear, the convict * "What does this mean?" I demanded, hardly knowing whether I was dreaming or awake. "Are you glad to see me ?" "Thank God 1" was all that I could ejaculate. I soon understood it aH The mate, Garley, had read my heart better than I did myself. After leaving the brig in the boat, he arranged the whole affair. The volley was fired, but no bullet touched Antoine Hindsclear. He was smuggled into his < berth again, and took good care to avoid my sight The whole crew were in the plot, and, thank God, I Was duped. , . I sent Garley a thousand dollars as a reward. ^ I am ra old man; but I am happy. My chil- 1 dr?c pud my grand children (I call them nothing < else) seem to think old Captain Fontainbleau is not f such a wretch after alL - < IpiscrMatwflttsi jMicles. ! THE HEROES OF THE LOCOMOTIVE. < A true manhood cannot be developed without K the discipline of responsibility. Let the nurse j carry the child, instead of teaching him to walk, and he will become an overgrown child, but never 1 a man. He is a wise parent who lays a proper ( and genuine responsibility on. his child, and incites ? him to meet it '. ? It is no new remark that persons are transformed ( by the responsibilities they have to discharge. A j delicate and untried girl suddenly ripens into an 1 extraordinary womanhood, through the agency of ? sickness or death in the family, laying on her heavy * burdens to be borne. It may be that she is now 1 the oomforter of the sick mother, and as a mother ( to the younger children. Hence the change; a lit- 1 tie while ago a timid girl, but now a courageous 1 woman. In 1862 a young man from Columbus, J Ohio, was commissioned as a lieutenant in a regi- ' ment then at Camp Chase. He was small in per- 1 son and almost effeminate in appearance; so much I so that it affected me to see him go, very much as ' would the sight of a boy of fifteen. He was with 1 his regiment in several severe 'engagements in ' Kentucky, was at Cumberland Gap, retreated un- ' der Morgan to the Ohio, and was afterward in severe service on the Mississippi He had become * a captain, and the remark was made by those who | were with him that he had become a man?not so I' much in stature as in mien, word, and act He 1 lost his life at Port Gibson, and his men kissed his 1 manly face as fondly as they would a child's. It 1 was responsibility that wrought the change. It may be an admission of weakness, and yet I 1 confess to a high admiration of a class of men to 1 whom a vast burden of responsibility in the matter of human life is constantly entrusted: I refer to ' our railroad engineers. The locomotive in itself is a marvel of ingenuity and power. Compact, per- ' feet in form and adaptation, indispensable to the wants of civilization, it is one of the finest instru- ! ments. The man tfho controls these thirty tons of organized iron which we call a locomotive, must secure both self-respect and self-confidence. I have sometimes stood beside the track when a train has come flying along, and have observed with boundless admiration the man on whose vigilance, skill, and pluck, the safety of that train so largely depended. His left hand on the lever, his right on the reversing lever?if that be its name?his body bent forward eagerly, and his eye keenly < scrutinizing the track ahead, lest the tremendous ( momentum of his train, meeting with some obsta- , cle, should dash itself in an instant into a horrible , wreck. How, now, can a man be weighed down | with such responsibility and not be a stronger and 1 more self-reliant man ? # I Some years ago, with a party, it was my fortune 1 to be on the Erie Railroad when the engineers en- ] gaged in a general strike. I sided with the engi- \ neers, believing them to be wronged. At the , Susquehanna station we found a large body of en- , ginecrs, more than I had ever seen together at one ] time. They were not noisy, nor braggart, nor tip- ( sy; but I then said, what I now believe, that they , were the finest body of operatives I ever saw. In- , telligent, bold, strong, each the manager of such ; a wonderful machine, they found at least one ar- , dent admirer that day. j Some of the most remarkable exhibitions of cour- i age have been made by men of this class. A few ! years ago my friend Orsbone, who has driven the i locomotive for the mail train on the Morris and i .Essex Kailroad for twenty years at least, witn Taintless faithfulness, was once delayed by snow on the track for several hours, but received explicit orders from the superintendent?not that splendid officer who has lately resigned his office on that road? "to go ahead," for the road was clear, no other train was on the road. After satisfying himself that he had not misunderstood the order, he left the summit on a steep down grade, and, in rounding a sharp curve came on a train that was ascending the same grade under full head of steam. In an instant he whistled down the brakes and reversed his engine. The noble thing, under such a < tremendous strain, as if fully aware of the danger, obeyed, and threw itself back to avert the catas- ; trophe. Meanwhile the other engineer had done the same thing with his locomotive; but it was possible only to modify the shock. Together rushed those two panting and reluctant giants, their joint weight not less than sixty tons, with the gath- j ered momentum of their following trains. They , rose like two furious animals in fight, standing on end, and in a trice the two splendid machines were i a wreck. The cars behind them were also badly crushed. Orsbone did not leap from his engine; but, never moving his hands from the levers which controlled it, he stood as resolute as a rock at nis i post until the shock came, and then, quick as thought, adjusted his valves to allow the steam to , escape without an explosion. Our war can furnish no clearer proof of the finest courage than that At the crossing of the Morris and Essex Railway and the Orange turnpike, may be seen a flag man with one leg. The other he lost in the wreck I have just described. Had he had Orsbone's ' nerve to face danger, he would have escaped also urihurt Poor fellow! the man who issued the presumptuous blunder that day tried to buy him off from prosecuting the company for the sum of one hundred dollar*?an offer which poor "Bob's" wife met with this quefry; 1 'Mr. , would you sal one of your legs for a hundred dollars?" During the late war an incident occurred on the Pennsylvania Central, which was related to me by an eye-witness. My informant was with a regiment of soldiers going from. Pittsburgh to Harrisburg, in a special train. Between Johnstown and the summit, they were delayed by a freight train off the track, or a part of its cars off. This they learned at one of the stations, and remained there until they should be informed that the track was clear. It was in the night, and most of the thousand men on the train were asleep, unconscious of their danger. Four heavily-loaded ooalwirs belonging to the train ahead had, by accident, become detached, and began the descent of the heavy grade at a speed which soon became terrible. The engineer of the13J>ecial train heard the roar of the descending cars and surmised what was the matter. In an instant he ordered his engipe i. I. -1 -i- -1 J I* a. A !_ J x DC De aeuicueu iivm uie train, auu put uu bi*k*ui to meet the runaway cars if possible, to break their force and save his train. His locomotive was a >? ;ge freight, and he had mo. ed several rods absad when the coal-cars struck him like a thunderbolt, and crashed his engine Lack on the train; but his heroic courage had saved many lives. His engine was utterly demolished, and many of his sure were also crushed; but so had he broken the foroe of the shock that no lives were lost The man's name was Story, and his grateful benefiziaries presented him some elegant silver-plate, with the deed itself and their names engraved on them. When aeked why he did not abandon his train, he replied, "Quick as lightning, 1 thought [ had better die than to have those runaway cars rut clean through my train, destroying hundreds!" [t was a heroic answer. . Let me relate one more incident in the same ine. That part of the Marietta and Cincinnati Railroad, between Athens and the Ohio river, was formerly made famous by the number of its long ind high trestle-bridges. With few exceptions, ihese are now filled up, and the road is beooming me of the best Atone time the company were n great straits, and many of their operatives were jnpaid. Some of the men were desperate, and, is the fact proved, dangerous. Ou a certain evenQg, a train was approaohing one of theso high ;restle-bridges. It was known that the directors )f the road were aboard, and some vilHan had de;ermined to throw the whole train from that bridge. I!he engineer, letting bis train move at the ordinay speed, suddenly discovered that a rail had been lis placed on the bridge. He seemed to know initinctively that the momentum was too great to ?Va1a nn/1 L/\ mrmalla/l kl*<llrna IOYD lUC YTIJUIC uaui | auu uc Oig iih '? n ?|tv WNAVW [own and reversed his engine, to stop, if possible, he cars before reaching the chasm. Then, openng the throttle-valve, his engine sprang forward o violently as to break the connection with the rain, and dashed to the awful leap. The bold nan, as this was going on, ran out of His window >n the engine and opened his escape-valve. Whilst itanding there the engine went over with him; md, marvelous to relate, he, falling under the luge weight, was preserved from being crushed )y the engine-be? at his side. The train, for the escue of which he had exhibited such incredible pluck, stopped just soon enough to escape the lorrible leap after the engine. This bold man's name I have not heard; but he recovered from his wounds, and is still an honored employee of the company. We glorify our heroes of the battle-field and the sea; we stand all agog with amazed admiration if some foolish man or more foolish woman ascends Mt Blanc just for the name of the feat; we talk ibout Alexander and Bucephalus, and Caesar in the boat in the tempest; why may not my humble pen glorify the heroes of the locomotive engine, irho exhibit as noble and praiseworthy a daring as my heroes in other fields? And they do this in the constant service of the thousands of families who eveiy hour of the twenty-four are represented en the railways of the world. All honor to the heroes of the engine, and "ten thousand times ten thousand," if they could, would respond "Amen!" Macaulay has a stanza in his "Horatius" which shows what Borne did for one of its humble but bold benefactors : "They gave him of the corn-land, That waa of the public right, A* much ai two utrong oxen Could plow from morn till night; And they made him a molten image, And set it up on high, And there It stands unto this day To witness if I lie." THE VOW OF THE SOLDIER. A TRUE INCIDENT. One beautiful Indian summer day, in the Autumn of 1844, a stranger appeared in the streets of Hanover, N. H., whose garb bespoke the utmost poverty and destitution. As he staggered ilong, he was surrounded by a crowd of villageboys, who amused themselves by insulting him with coarse jests and personal indignities. He bore their abuse with exemplary patience, and begged them to wait till he felt a little better, and be would sing them a fine song. His voice was thick with unnatural excess; and he was too weak to protect himself from the rude jostling of the crowd; yet he smiled on his tormentors, and exhibited no other sense of his helpless and forlorn condition than a look of grief and shame, .which, despite his efforts and smiles, would occasionally overspread his countenance. Late in the afternoon, the writer, then a student, passed him in company with a friend, when our attention was directed by a voice of unusual power and beauty, singing that favorite national song of France, "La Parisienne." As he proceeded, a great number of students from the college gathered around him, and at the conclusion an involuntary expression of delight broke from the entire mass. He was en-! thusiastically encored, and afterwards the Marseillaise was called for. The same rich, clear voice rang out that wild melody in the very words which are wont to arouse the spirit of the French soldier to frenzy. The admiration of the poor inebriate's auditory was now raised to the highest pitch.? Despite his tattered and filthy garments, his squalid beard and brimless hat, now that the fumes of liquor had subsided, his form appeared symmetrical and manly, and his face glowing with the sentiments of the patriotic song, and flushed with excitement at the unexpected praise he was winning, assumed an expression of intelligence and joy that beautifully set off his really fine features. "What, and who is the stranger?" was the universal inquiry. ' 'His singing is incomparable, and his French and English are both faultless." "Yes," said he, dropping his eyes, "and I can give you German, or Spanish, or Italian as well, or Latin or Greek, either," he added, carelessly. In reply to the many questions that were showered upon him, with the coin he so much seemed to need, he at length said, in a sad tone, and slowly endeavoring to push his way through the crowd: "Gentleman, I am a poor vagabond, entirely unworthy your kind sympathy. Leave me to my rags and wretchedness, and I will go on my way." But our curiosity was too much excited to allow this, and amid loud cheers we escorted him to a room, where he was furnished with water and an entire suit of good clothes; the barber's art was put into requisition, and after aa incredibly short time he re-appeared upon the college steps, smiling and bowing gnoefiilly, a man of fine appearanoe and noble bearing as ever eyes beheld. The delight of the crowd at this transformation was in tense, and repeated shouts rent the air: "Give ui La Parisienne!" echoed from all sides; and ai soon as silence could be obtained, again that clear rich voice uttered those inspiring words: "Peuple Francalie, pfiuple de brave*. La Liberie t'oavre let bras." He was conducted to the spacious chapel, anc there, for two hours, he held an audieflce of on< thousand people spell-bound by one of the most in teres ting autobiographies that it was ever our lot to hear. Born in Paris, of wealthy parents, h< had in early life been thoroughly educated at th< University of Wittemberg, and received the mas tor's degree. He soon after joined the fortunes o1 Napoleon, and, with the rank of lieutenant, was with him during all the campaigns in Egypt, in Italy, in Austria, in Russia, and at Waterloo. H< had been engaged in more than seventy battles.? His account of the soenes in these battles, and his description of plaoes and cities, were expressed ii choice, graphic terms, and on being compared with history, were found to correspond in every particular. He related many unwritten and curious incidents in the life of Napoleon, which had corns under his observation, and finally closed with s touching account of his own career after the battle of Waterloo. Tn the terrihle ront that followed that memorable event, bis detachment was chasec by a body of Prussian hussars, and becoming scattered in the night, he wandered about three dayf in the woods and by-places without food or drinlc. The chase being at length given over, the pooi Frenchman sank down, sick and weary with hu wounds, and ready to die by the roadside. A humane Dutch girl, discovering him, brought hini refreshments and cordials, and among these aflasl of brandy. "Here," said the old soldier, "wap the beginning of my woes. The angel of mercy, with the best motives, brought me in that flask a deadly foe. which was to me more potent for evil than all the burning toils of the Egyptian campaign, or the in tolerable frosts and snows of the Russian; more fatal than the cannon of seventy battles, whicl created in me a thirst more insatiable than thai which forced me to open my veins on the desert sands of the East. Till that day I had never tasted strong drink. I had uttered a vow in my youtl to abstain from it, and to that vow I owed my life, for not one of my oomrades who indulged in th( use of iti survived the horrors of the Egyptiai campaign. # "But, as I lay in angnidb, longing for death, anc momentarily expecting Ids approach, a sweet face appeared to me, wearing an expression of deep pity and sympathy for my sufferings, and I conic but accept^without inquiry, whatever she gave me. She gently raised my head, and wiped witl her handkerchief the dampness from my brow, and administered the oordial to my lips. It re vived me. I looked around; my courage, my love of life returned. I poured forth my gratitude ii burning words, and called down the blessings o: heaven upon her. Ignorant of what it was that s< 11 1 1 - ? A J suddenly inspired me, as suuu as my pyiriio ua^a I called for more. I drank again and again. Foi three weeks her loved voice soothed me, and hei kind hands administered to my wants. v ""As soon as my strength was sufficiently rocov ered, fearing that some enemy might still be lurk ing near; I bade her adieu, with many.thanks anc tears, sought the sea-side, and embarked as a com mou sailor on the first vessel that offered, andhav* followed the sea over sfhce. My fatal thirst ha ever accompanied me and cursed me; in port anc on deck this foe has debased me, and kept m< from all chance of promotion. Oh I how oftei have I in the depths of my heart wished I hac died on the field of Waterloo, or breathed out mj life in the arms of my gentle preserver I Six weeki ago I was wrecked on the packet-ship Clyde, of New Brunswick. I have wandered on foot througl Canada and New Hampshire, singing for a fev pennies or begging my bread, till I met your sym pathy to-day. How do these college halls and thif noble band of students recall to my recollection the scenes of former days 1" The emotions of the stranger, for a moment, overcame his voice; whou he resumed, the tean still coursing each other down his checks: "I know not why God should direct my steps hither; but, gentlemen, this shall be the beginning of a new life to me ; and here, in His presence, apd that of these witnesses, I swear, as I hope tc meet you in heaven, never to taste a drop of alco hoi, in any form, again." Prolonged and deafening cheers followed these words, and I noticed many a moist eye. A collection was immediately taken, and more than fifty dollars were put in his hands. As he ascended the coach to take his departure he turned to the excited multitude who surround ed him, and said: "It is but justice that you should know my name, t am Lieutenant Lannes, a nephew of the greai Marshal Lannes. May God bless you all?fare welL As these youths thoughtfully returned to thcu accustomed pursuits, not a few resolved that tem perance and virtue should ever mark their character, and that the soldier's vow should be theirs. HOW TO TAKE A WHIPPING. The Western Morning Nines, an English journ al, has the following fresh version of an old story: Mr. Dickens, in one of his books, is very satiri cal on American journalists. He represents then: as turning every incident into a report with a sensation header, so that even when the editor gol thrashed for personalities, he at once brought oul a special edition with the flaming announcement ' 'The Editor Cowhidcd Again." It is not, I think, generally known that Mr. Dickens was referring tc an actual case, which is tolerably notorious in A merica, and is told with great glee by the persor most deeply interested. That person is no othei than the notorious James Gordon Bennett, of th( New York Herald, and it is thus he tells his storj to his friends. The Herald had for some time via lently attacked a certain actress. One day the la dy's husband, himself an actor, came to the Her aid office, walked up into Bennett's room and said. ' 'Are you Mr. Bennett ?" "I am," was the reply; "take a seat" "No, sir, I will not take a seat; you have insulted my wife." "Who is your wife ?'1 Name mentioned. "Never heard of her." "Bui your dramatic critic has insulted her." "That if his affair." "But I hold you responsible;" anc thereupon the angry husband took the proprietoi of the Herald from his chair, flung him on the floor, kicked him in the rear, rolled him over, kicked him again, clutched hold of his throat, and lefi the office. What did the victim do? He called upon one of his employees, wrote out an account of the affair, caused sensation placards to be strucli off?"Fourth Edition?Attrocious Assault upor the Editor." "Fifth Edition?Further Particulars of the Atrocious and Cowardly Assault upor the Editor;" and soon all New York was buying the Herald. "But," said Bennett, "I added a lit tie garnish which was not strictly true." I said: "We would have pardoned this unmannerly, cowardly assault upon an unarmed man, but "for one circumstance. This despicable wretch, not content with ferocious violence, had the unspeakable meanness to take up a quarter dollar piece which wae lying upon our table, and to pocket it'' The next day when the actor appeared upon the stage, he was greeted with cries of "Who-stole Bennett's quarter?" and whenever he appeared the same cry greeted him, until he and his wife were driver off the stage and ruined. "That," adds Bennett, "was my revenge." A RUSSIAN INCIDENT*, , . 1 s A young Russian recently had the misfortune, 1 i while promenading the streets of St Petersburg, 1 , to step upon a lady's dress which was trailing on i the walk before him. The woman turned, aud, in 1 language more striking than elegant, applied the < [ terms "clumsy," "loutish," to the young man.? , The latter preserved his politeness, and sought, as . best he could, to appease her wrath, but in vain. , i. The beautiful amazon waxed more and more an- ^ , gry, and applied such epithets that he felt at last , obliged to .reply in her own language, and remark. ed that if animals persist in dragging their tails up- , p on the ground, they must expect to have them trod, den upon. This inflamed the woman to such an . extent that she demanded the way to the justioe , court, and oompelledAhe unwilling criminal to ao. company her. Once there, she demanded one , hundred'roubles for the injury done her dress. It , was observed, however, that the dress was not ve j iy new, and that fifty roubles would cover the orig- ' inal cost, and this amount the young man was sen. tenced to pay. The woman was walking off in trinmph, when doubtless a remembrance of Portia k and Shylock flitted across the young man's mind, , and he said: "Wait a moment, young lady; you [ have my fifty /oubles in payment for your dress, I but the article itself you have not delivered. Will you have the goodness to hand over one part or the other of my property." Blushes of shame now overspread the countenance of the female Sbylock, and she turned again to the-justice for advice.? There was no help for her there; the young man's claitn was good, and the money or the drees belonged to him. With a courage worthy of a better cause, the woman sent for a hackney coach, went into an adjoining room, removed her dress, and again attempted to leave amid the shouts of the spectators. But her opponent was remorseless.? He now indicted her on the charge of foul and abusive language on the street; the facts were proved by witnesses, and the unhappy and mortified crea-, ture was sentenced to pay a fine of one hundred roubles. She gave back the fifty lately received in ^1,a mnnAVf ftnrl TTftlnftVvloa ol>A VlO/J k UlUUljjilj auu Oil tUC UiUllOjr auu t cuuui/iuo ouu uau j [ with her, and withholding only enough to pay her ? coach fare home. " ' l WHERE DID THE BOOTS COME FROMf s A young man of Detroit who did not, up to a y 5 day or two since, have much faith in the superoat- 1 1 ural, has beoome filly satisfied that therefore * ghosts in existenoe. He is married, and hixtiseljf 1 and wife occupy rooms in the second story of a 1 5 boarding house. The young mart is in the habit 1 J of being out late of nights occasionally, and amus- < ing himself about town, leaving Mrs. to her * 5 own company. He came the other night quite 1 1 late, and entering his bed room, said nothing; paid ( ?* no attention to the bed, and after raising the win- 1 dow fronting on the street, half undressed himself * 9 and sat down in the dark room placidly smoking, j ' watching the passers-by, and thinking, we suppose, 1 1 on his happiness as a married man, well to do, and < i located on a pleasant street An hour or two slip- 1 ped by, and he was just about going to bed, when 1 r a white object, between five and six feet high, ? r flashed by him, disappeared through the window, J with an exclamation that sounded like vulgar Eng- J ' lish, and lit on the side walk with an audible 'thud.' 1 ' It disappeared in the darkness, and was heard pat' tering down the street with its garments fluttering in the wind. A search was instituted in the dim ' ' light, and the wife was awakened and told of the 1 3 circumstances. She couldn't explain, of course, 1 * but the inquisitive young man struck a light and 1 1 hunted his room over and over without finding ( J anything to lead to the discovery of his unceremo- j ' nious visitor. The belief began to take possession ' 7 of him that he lived in a haunted house. Sudden- 1 3 ly he espied on a chair, in a dark corner, a suit of 1 ' men's clothes that he knew never belonged to him. 1 1 A further search revealed a pair of boots, a hand- J ' some necktie, and other little trifles he hadn't seen 1 " before. He can't believe that some mysterious ' 3 spirit has made him a present, and don't think 1 5 burglars are inclined to have valuable dry goods, 1 and sail out of windqws like white bats, and would, " therefore, like to know "Whos'h been here since ' 3 ish been gone ?" Will some savan tell him what ' it was? * i ? ? , t r Our Colored Fellow-Citizens?How they t , are Sworn in.?Meantime, however, the work i > of registration is going on throughout the whole t . State, and to-day I had an opportunity of seeing i the process in practical operation at the Atlanta > Courthouse. The Board is composed of two white men and one black, and during my stay I saw sev- ? ; eral scores of both races made into voters. After t several white men had been sworn individually, a i ? ill ii.J ! i T> r , batch ot seven Diacxs was caiiea up, auu r umpcy, . Caesar, and Crassus, were made citizens in the 1 lump. It was a curious spectacle, and one oalcn- 1 , latcd to stir many reflections. Standing in a row, 1 t they listened very attentively to the reading of the t . oath, some bending forward and others with hand 1, to the ear, the better to catch each word. The f r reader threw in for their benefit a running exege- j . sis of the oath, causing them to guffaw by a droll f . look when he recited that part of it which makes t them swear that they never held "executive or ju- t dicial office in any State," while, when he came to j read the prohibition against registering by those f who have been disfranchised for felony, and explain- t ' ed "felony" by the gloss, "such as cow stealing," s they were so struck by the drollery of the interpre- t 1 tation, that their bodies swayed in uncontrollable 1 " merriment 1 Throughout all the recital their countenances c showed a desperate mental effort to keep their 1 "holt" of the meaning, and during the reading of 1 the main body of the oath, the effort was measur- ( ' ably successful; but when the registering officer t came to where the formula speaks of "an act supple- ( ' mentray to an act," the poor fellows became per- < [ fectly flabbergasted. Like Twemlow, they found i J their intellects giving way under the severe strain, 1 7 and they lapsed into mere outer darkness and col- 1 lapse. When I afterwards talked with them on < the Courthouse steps, I could not find one who 1 had the faintest idea of the meaning or purpose of ^ ; the thing, and the brightest of them all only knew i | that it was something?he knew not what?that ? | was "de best forde oountay."?From Svrintoria t Atlanta Letter to the New York Times. t r. vr:? - . i 8 ^ ^ ^ i Ex-C<nwn??WHAT THEY ARE ABOUT.?Gen- g I eral Braxton Bragg, President of the New Orleans t r "Water Workft oonfines himself closely to business, t ! has nothing to do with politics, and bears the ap pearance of a man of iron. General Hood is mer!; chandising. General Longstreet, of the firm of I I Longstreet, Owen & Co., remarked the other day \ i that he was disgusted with politics. It seems that 1 : generals with whom he used to associate have giv- c i en him the "cold shoulder," and now when seen t on the street he is generally alone. Personally he I i is thought as much of as ever, and spoken of in c ; extolling terms, but his political course isuniver- c sally condemned in the South. Jeff. Thompson is c not worth mentioning; he has a store here. I un- f derstand that General Loring left a few days ago L ! on a visit to some friends in the West General o ; Beauregard, President of the Carrolton Eailroad t Company, is up to his eyes in business, and al- a i ways appears to be in a hurry. Gen. Dick Taylor o ; is chief direotor of affairs pertaining to the new e s Basin Canal, but I am told most of his time is ooi cupied in visiting and driving. Gen. Wheeler is i a successful lawyer of the New OrleAna bar. Gen. I i Buckner has been connected with the Craceni in 1< , an editorial capacity, is President of the St Louis y Mutual Life Insurance Company and also a prao- e icing lawyer, He left here fbry<^cfty a Aort ime ago on bashes. There are hftbi oity afotit lumber of Colonels and subordinate, officers o^the ate Confederate army.?N. 0. Cor. LauuviSe Courier. . ' . , J c , ',1,, v v A Reminiscence of the ChabjJbbtom CohyinriON OF I860.?The Charleston Cburier relates>r 'Wc recollect on one ooc^son^hhg, with Mr. ^allandigham, daring-the session of the THliw ratio Convention of 1860, in this*afy. ItmSfr Mt he period when the delegates from' the Sonth lad intimated their intention to witfidhwfrom hi leliberations. Secession, although often broached is a contingency, had not yet assumed the shlpe vhich forced itself upon the conviction as a leafey. knd even by those, who spojte most unreservedly if it as a remedy, it was always acooftpanied with he remark that it would be peaceful, and woqfrl lither result in the security, by constitutional anendment, of the rights of the South, or that the icparation of these States would be witho<>'?toGet. The Presidential efectionhsd' not oommep^ Tlifl WAmtwAAfl maim nA^ nnt #1nk>?uitft)wk ivvu xug uvuiujggo vveio uuv/cv voivio iuo j^uwih Mr. Vallandighanrfbse at the table, and with nreat depth of feeling and earnestness of manner, aid to thoee around : "Gentlemen, if tho Bfji undelegates withdraw from the Convention, the )emocratio party, the onty stay of -the Union, wffl ? disrupted, a sectional President will be elected, he accession of the Southern States wffl follow, nd there will ensae one of the most terrible and iloody civil ware on record" Geo. M^eraaad, rha was at the table, said ?, "Sit down VaBfimar' mm, you are always prophesying." Upon jftfctpl le responded: "I speak earnestly, becauseX feel arnestly, and if we live you wffl bearwUoess ts fulfilment" _ M ; - ?i _: ii .V-W Cost or a Pound-o? Tka.?It is'instrtcfl^e ind sometimes profitable, as wdl is anions, "to imine the way in whioh the oost of a" commodity is oiled up between producer and consumer by reights, handling, duties, exchange, and ttaoofenisfflons and profits of middle-men.. .-Teajflfci^imple, is sold by the grower in China and Japan it various prices, from about fifteen- to thirty cents i pound. With freights dSded, it is said to cost, vhen laid down in any of our principal seaports, an iverage of fifty cents in gold, a pound, for superfor jrands or "(hops." Taking this as a starting mint,' the additional charges before it rea^WN^e able of the consumer are said to accumulate tsfollowB:. Original oost of tea, imporfed/60aK; liscount on currency to pay for it, "20 oentSf "4iity n gold, 25 cents; discount on cnrreUeytemakSTg) he gold, 15cents; contingencies 10 cents; profit >f importer, 12 cents; profit of jobber, 13 cents; jrofit of retailer, 29 cents. Total, $1 T4?. Oftlus, illy tour cents are comprised in three profttMhfry-fivo cents in exchange for gold, - twenty-five eta. n duties, and-ten cents in eontingenoiee; is ill, me dollar and twenty-four cents, in addition tothe soast on board ship at our wharves. Before the rar the cost would have been as fbllows: Origxnd cost, imported, 50 oents; ten,per.cent for-coningencies; profit of importer, 5.cents; profit-of obber, 6 cents; profit to the retailer, 14 cents. Seal, 80 cents. a ; ? Co-operation in ohe. South.--Jhe editor sof he New York Boating Rxt says he hasconvezsed vith a planter from the Lower Misnsarot, who, ifter trying foirly last year the wages system upotf \ Cotton plantation of several thousand acres, has . ?me to the conclusion that a system of shareis^ or ^-operation between the workmen and-the capfcniat, promises, if fairly administered, the best and nost certain results to both. This system he4ha idopted the present year, and with satisfactory rnccess so far. He gives each workman a fHJtire jo live in, a garden phd small field for his own fQage; he hauls the fhjhrood and furnishes the food; his much represents the monthly wages; then he / jives them one-fourth of the crop beside*. The workmen and women are divided into gangs of" ;wenty, each with a negro foreman, who is Qflfcof he twenty^. This foreman reports to the^eneral >verseer the cases of absence-or idleDjgg- ^ an iccount being kept of these fhulte^g^^pj or Absentees lose at "five end of thes^n a certain potion of their share of the J^otton; but this share s divided among the rtfSfeder if tha gang,*) hat there is no teaqpQian-fir the capitalist to nake wrong de<iu^k?ns. v ' . ' I > V ' ??? Story with a MoraiI General Jack- -' J son was moving on to strik.e MoClellen's flank on he Chickahominy, he cam A/to a Stre&m trhjch had 10 bridge, and oould not hrfVcroesed without ope. the General had brought wify ^ fi^m the valey, a rough uneducated man, VuD of energy, who lad served him in emergencies, Jq ufam he lad the utmost confidence. Howp^+in'n man, aU htm fhaf ofwoom wtnof hn hwJ/I i ' Uliu wu?w ouvout iiiuov w ITTlTTlftniHJB7; the regular engineers were also a^y^ of ^ act In a short time the rough carpenter and Jhe jolished men of science were at the efcreiiw- the ormer had his plan, the latter theirs; he wu^ed 0 go at the work at onoe without drawings, bu^t hey objected until they could perfect'the phuns" on >aper. The engineers retired to their tent toper- .. ect a paper bridge; the carpenter took his men rnd went to work at onoe to make a real one. In 1 very short time he appeared at the General's cut, and reported briefly thus: "General, that nidge is done, but them piatnres ain't oome yet" [his story has a moral that &11 our readers can disiover.?Christian Advocate. ???"*'. . A Beautiful Thought.?I was reading the )ther day, that on the shores of the Adriatio Sea, ;he wives of the fishermen, whose husbands have jone fhr off upon the deep, are in the habit, at sventide, of going down to the seashore, and singng, as female voices only can, the first &ntfc of a >eautifal hymn; after tbey have sung it they will isten till they hear, borne by the wind acroeathe lesert sea, the second stanza sung by their gallant lusbands, as they are tossed by the gale upon the vaves, and both are happy. Perhaps, if we listen, ve, too, might hear on this deserl world ofours, iome whisper borne from afar, to remind us that - ' here is a heaveu and a home; and when we sing * .he hymn upon the shores ot eartn, perhaps we ihall hear its echo breaking in the music upon the ands of time, and cheering the hearts of those hat are pilgrims and strangers, and look for a city hat hath foundation.?Dr. John Oummingi.' Composition of Com.?The gold coin of the Jnited States is formed of gold, ninety parts; siler, two and a half; oopper, seven and a half? Che silver coin is composed of si fag, ninety, and opper ten parts. A new alloy, wfjfth promisqMto >e useful for small coin, is just announced by M. kL de Roulz and de Fontenay, of .Paris, and is ailed by them Tiers-argent or tri&tifBt. ?It is omposed of S3 per cent, silver, 2$ to 30jfer oent f nickel, and 37 to 52 per oerMof copper. j The hree metals when melted form a oompdund which i not homogenous, and it is only by a secret proess that a malleable metal is produced. In oolor he alloy resembles platinum, it takes a high polish nd is not affected by exposure to the atmosphere, r by any but the roost powerful re-agents, and is 167* Susan a Eodsa, the de?|^| wood* of Kentucky, has never been known teremain awake anger than ten minutes at a time&t the last ten h ears. If some of the Radicals would follow her ; xaaple, th? oouafcy would soon be at peace. '1