Bradford reporter. (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, February 02, 1850, Image 1

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Bide your time!—the morn is breaking,
Bright with Freedom's blessed ray—.
Millions from their trance awaking ;
boon shall stand in stern array.
Man shall fetter man no longer,
Liberty shall march sublime :
Every moment makes you stronger—
Firm, unstirmking, bide your time.
Bide your time!—one false step takes
Peas all you yet have done
Un dismayed—erect—qnsbakerk--
Watch, and wait, and all is woo.
' TIS not by one rash endeavour,
Men or States to greatness climb—
World you win your rights for ever,
Calm and thoughtful, bide your time !
8,,1e your time !—your worst transgression
Were to stnke, and strike in - Vain ;
He whose arm would smite Oppression,
Must not need to smite again!!
?anger mabes the heave man stesily—' -
Rashness is the coward's crime—
Df for'Preedom's battle ready,
When it comes—but, bide your time!
r.. cle7n! apartments of Necker, lighted up
Lys pi,t whh the, genius mid wit of his gifted
•,~_.,•>r..\iadame de Stael, around whom had
•-• .:Pd..the best intellect of the French metmpo
- c, re nlw occupied by the 'republican minister
lie eras a man somewhat advanced in
with a countenance on which the hues of
were deeply traced, but every lineament of
'.-elokelied a stern integrity of character and
. constancy of soul. The minister was a
;:npretending man in appearance, dressed in
, vTle. almost homely republican attire: He was
-t in a hale ante-ehambet apart, with
• behind hitn and 'his eyes fixed
fluor. as though in deep meditation
in mother apartment a table was spread with a
bct neat and elegant repast. Fruits were
:th the richest and most beautiful' flow
and the wine blushed as it sparkled in the
heneath the soft raja of the light *bleb gent
t• 1 I iFeff through the room. Around the
-at •ereral members of the National Assam-
There were the grave and amnion Brjssot, in
Quarter-like dress—the calm, meditative
fouthl Couctereet, with hie high pale fore
and the thin fixed lips—the sprightly and
• LJurct, his diminutive figure clad in negli
.e..; ante The handsome Barbarous was there,
r. I 'wo or three of the youngest deputies at near
!..T. at !he loner end of the board. Among these.
' . .13 a ein:•y, apparently about thirty-torel years of
at a vigorous and compact frame, with a pen
-0.,t, and melancholy cast of countenance, which,
, :.-7. 2 11 not striking at first glance, was yet lighted
r.s he -poke with intellect and soul. Thisguest
•ar-fy imagled in the conversatign and never, save
• ,I•lertly addressed. But when tie did speak
• of voices ceased, and . every ear was bent
'='en - For the most part of the time tie sat
'-.l).r.;.wi:h a banquet of flowers, negligent of
w•ta• pamed around hint, apparently wrapped
• own dreamy thoughts, and lost even to the
• .art conversation of the only female present
• ,o scene, who presided at the head of the
Anl—''ne peerless woman—the vrife of Roland !
Who , hall now. save with a poet's enthusiasm, tin
,ier,ake to speak of that unrivalled beauty, *hose
witchery fascinated the'gaze of the beholder, or of
at matchless intellect aid heroic woman's 40121,
h added new lustre to her charms! She had
caz.sed the first biOom of youth, and ripened into
Lle fell development of mature womanhood.-
1 1&!ame Roland eras thirty-eight. Something per-
•i;s. t;,ere was either in the contour of het high
eiguisaely chiselled features and finely devel
9si form. or in - the sprightly freedom and ori„*sal
tr rt her conversation, which might stride the
rld to of a too bold and masculine character, to
P: - • with that feminine delicacy , which is one
thief ornaments of woman. But this it did
seem to young Barbaroz ; whose eye appeared
”TeT to wander from the lair speaker, save when
:•tance l i for a moment to meet her gaze, then it
vhrie a blush, faint as the rosy tint of the
awn, mounted to his tempters.
%vas Saturday evening the first of September,
r"): Louvet gave a toast: ' •
victory to Dumouries,and the Pairiam army.
• os hope ihat genius, conrage ty ln e t patriotism,
• bathe the legions of aka .73
`mile lighted up the, kelpies of Mme
lad she replied:
"Tx Thanks of the Roman:Senate were decreed
• irketted general, because he 'did not despair
:he Republic in . as fearful a Onsia as
F "adi do we not ode thatika to Louvet, who
°Orr tat so!! despair of liberty and France!'
Th ea 'Take young Barbara's, his eye kindling
• eath..lasm :
France Rill not fail in this struggle- The . fire
"Le.KY cannot be tranibled out benea th the fart
- 'Se German invaders. What if Bruaswick shall
It li•*"t Ditmouriess al my S What though he cap'
and lays desolate the capitol, and even re
t-es is the throne the prisoner in the Temple—
defeated upon the Seine will retire .behind
Lcite; a cannot be Magnate."
eft , of Madame Boland , wedded as it
:gnt the enthusiastic glance of the topliakeri—
?tacked a'roae bad from a bunch of flowers
ware before her, and her bind, tgan
4e, as she gently threw irtowartis BartalletSP
' /leottiertr.;" said cagtioreet, in his calm, quiet
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way, «it is idle to delude. Oulaehreal . 1*
see that liberty to slisisza • 'te death' 'itz'tgilet 4
Dimouries has costly", geskmaid. military 'skill,
but he has only army of 25,000 men, sod 4liat
can these avail
.agatinaillo,ooo °fibs ter,iit;f 6 Oilits
of Prussia and Auitrial T..00m has 'fallen;—
Verdurn,'our last fiiitMsa, lain‘llSPechq,
tared. Unless some ruiloreseen occident shall in
tervene, Brunswick will in three daysbrmaster of
the capitol. Paris taken, the revolution is:Over
whelmed, and the Republic strangled is its birth.
Messieurs, we can bitt.die bertmeh the ruins of the
capital; the liberties of France will die with , us;
such is the portion of those who daze 'to &time of
the freedom of the world P 2 .
Ail the soul of that queenly woman rnsited to her
lips, as looking round the little group of enthnsias.
tics, she exclaimed :
"No, Monsieur, you mistake, there is hope—
hope - while Paris has men to'send forth. to battle.—
Let the voice of . eloquence go forth from the tri
bune, and come up from the corners of the streets,
rousing all Paris to arms. If the men will not an
swer it, the women will arm themselves with
pikes and march forth to meet the invaders.—
What say you friends, is there no voice here potent
enough in the tribune to marshal a hundred thou
sand bayonets under the walls of Paris? What
say" you, M. de President! France, with a million
of arms, has bet one tongie Tike fours,"
Sbo turned her eye as she 'poke full upon the
pensive countenance of the young deputy, who
sat by the side of Barbarous- Rousing himself
with something of an effort, as. though differentio
the marked compliment, that coming from • those
woukt have thrilled upon the hearts ofothers
there, he answered in the full, deep, and melodi
ous tones of a voice that once heard is never for
gotten : •
" Ah, Madame, the eloquence of which you
speak will be of hide avail now in the will popu
lar commotion. Ii is but the flourish of the trum
pet which is drowned in the blasts of the whirl
wind. Yet, my friends, there is a spell more po
tent abroad to muse • the people to Inns and save
liberty and France. It is a fearful spell—the spell
of terror. The wizard hand of the, enchanter of
kite populace, Damon, has spread it abroad over
taa eq. It is he who wields the popular thun
A slight erpotion of something like displeasure,
for a momeni, clouded the brow of Madame Ro
land. Was it that the name of Denton, an occa
sional, though never a genre' guest in her sabre,
grated harshly at that moment on her ear, or was
it the calm indif f erence of the speaker which mov
ed her He continued—
" The prisons are filled with thousands of the
suspect ; it is the work of Damon. The royalists
are struck with terror; it is the work of Denton.—
The people are blind with the fury of despair, and
to-morrcw they will respond to the call of Damon,
and crowd the Champ-de Mars, eager to be led
against tire enemy. The revolution has f assed in•
to Datiton's bands. Snonld Brunswick scatter the
army of Durnonriez, he will meet Denton at the
head of the people under the walls of Paris,"
Hurskiends in silence listened to the words of the
speaker. The color paled in the fair cheek of the
wife of Roland, and a slight trennslines emotion,
rapid ar an electric thrill, agitated her frame. She
said no more, but, waving an adieu to her friends',
arose and joined her hasband,in the other apart
Bright and unclouded arose the sun, on the 2d
of September, 1792, upon Paris, It was a Sabbath I
morning., but it dawned upon a scene „of wild and
tumultuous confusion. ?very element of popular
wrath and of popular despair was at work lashing
into madness the unchained passions" of a frantic
people: The friends of the late monarch”—and
they numbered their thousands in the city—were
skulked in.hiding places, tortured between the fear
of arrest by the Commune, and the hope of safety
in the triumph of the Prussians, or mingling with
the populace, 'were striving to pass themselves off
as good citizens, by shouting with feigned zeal from
pallid lips— fire la Republique! The patriots were
filled with consternation. The better portion of the
masses seemed sunken in the lethargy of despair;
the worst appeared ripe for deeds of rapine and
blood. Same were crowding the Champ•de Mars
—some were, passing toward , the Assembly—and
other were filling up the old convent of the Jaco
bins. The worst part of the Parisian populace be
gan to appear, mingling with the masses which
thronged the. streets. Vice, with its haggard eye
and tattered garment, crawled not nos* the kennel
and the gutter. Crime, with 'stealthy dace, having
crept from its lurking place, now mingled boldly
among the crowd. Abject 'misery and , pauperism.
in their - mem bidet** forms, **armed through the
Petals Itnyid, begging not for the preservation of
liberty or lite, bat for bread!
' Yonder goes an aristocrat," and a squalid,
bare-headed—man to his compassion, pointing to
* decently dressed citizen, as he harried along - the
Rue St. Honore.
"Look you, neighbor, there is plenty of loom
left for such as he at la Forecand the Bicetre."
" La Force and the Bicetre are 'too good for him;
he sbonld go to the lantern."
The well dressed citizen saw himself observed
and disappeared hastily among the crowd.
" Down with the atistocrats !" shouted a rag pick.
er. "They conspire with the forestallers while the
people are starving."
" Neigbor," answered a voice from a group of
squallid women•., 1 there will be plenty of bread
when the Duke of Brunswick comes to Paris, for
be will cut all our throws and leave sewer mouths
to eat it."
A wild laugh followed this coarse sally, wed the
group swept co toward the Concietzerie.
a Whither so fist s Citizen Dophsin 1" said a man
to his neighbor, who.wasbisrying pivthim aimed
with an old rusty pike.
11.114111ps! !Ir . :Mare* inorguaws easmia.P
'l4itre' o, "ol nigt f t.lirn" ll l -4 •Pfr• "t
go tc r i lfrO,cM te ie.guAs
" Danionnei's u=
4n4 !earl the Masts i! b Iriurdig. oar
Rites mid our c.biklrike " 1 *piked thettrat
4 16 that now, Pierrie," said Citizen Da
Pt 4, c 4 ilo o ,ittee atirTai4nal l 44 care
ci thsyKipt9ersui. It's herd breaking through the
waits the walls of la Fon:e and the Copeimeriei
and if thei,try it, why we have only to run oar.
Pjhes4r92ol them-that's‘ ll.4l Palri9tid
eitiien passed on.
•`-` ir it°- 1 / 1 .4 1 °P4 I /, 11 /!°r?klb° crowd, a l l d.4 l°
°l feV hrri/ ROA° Brat / 1001 / 4 / 901 °I ”79/ on
his l~eyy to 141), AMembly. . idiri, l B34° reglam
throe,rd .
. hroupil him, but his head towered above
all, like Saul's sowing the chiklren of lapel—
There was an sir of proud defiance, of calm cour
age, and *elf confidence, of calm coinage, and
self confidence in his carriage. No shrinking, no
hesitation, no doubt even could be traced upon
those hush and jugged; though bold and striking
features. Men took new courage as they looked
upon. the dauntless front of the fierce demagogue,
and ! felt themselves in preeepoe of the King of the
People, lie chatted and laughed familiarly with
hie Mends as he strode rapidly along.
In the tribune of the National Aseembly, stood
the young deputy, with the pensive melancholy fea
tures, who bad sat by the side of Barbarous at
Madame Roland's repast. One would scarcely
have recognized him now, roused from the dreary
indifictence of his last night's conversation, in the
orator, who, with outstretched arms and flashing
eve, and with a countenance irradiated with the
inspiration of genius, was rousing the people to
battle for their country. Such eloquenCe as
had never been heard in that Assembly—never in
France since Mirabeau bad been carried dying
from the Tribune. Nay, aid blirabean himself
ever speak such burning words in such melodious
accents to the people? Did he possess a power to
charm equal with that wonderful voice, desuned„,
alas! while Mirabean, the betrayer of the popular "
cause, still slept in the Pantheon, to be stifled hi'
the axe of the guillotine. It was the voice of
V Eau:mit-1i:
"Citizens, you manifested the ardor of French
men for festivities at the Federation, will you now
allow less for battle? You have sung, you hive
celebrated liberty, will you now defend it You
hate no longer kings of bronze to o.erthrow, but
living kings armed with all their power. Let us
go and wield the spade with our hands in throw
lug up entrenchments to resist the enemy."
It was not a shout merely which went up as
Verginaud took his seat, but a frenzied tumult of
applause. Danton had entered the Assembly, and
was himself carried away with the enthusiasm of
Vergniaud's• eloquence. He sprang into the Tri
bune, and addressed the.people in one of his own
impressive harangues, which though of tremen
dous energy and effect, contrasted strongly with
that of his colleague. Yerginauirs voice was the
clear and melodious call of the trumpet to battle;
that of Dimon was the harsh muttering of the
thunder; but the then ier did not roll harmless over
the beads of the people; it was accompanied by
the electric flash, which scattered the fin, bolts on
every side around him. He urged that only all
Pans, but all France should be forthwith summon
ed to arms—that couriers should be sent forth, and
every citizen s capable of bearing arms, be enrolled
to serve his country in battle.
" The gun which you will presently hear,'' be
shouted at the top of his mighty voice, " is not the
alarm gun. ft is the charges against the enemies
of the country. What need we, in order to con
quer, to annihilate the enemy? Boldness—more
boldness—and boldness forever r'
Did Damon mean to point out the royalitqs of
Paris as the enemy who were to be annihilated 7
Did his eye rest upon the prisons filled with the
suspected, ,and did he then meditate or had he
knowledge of that gigantic crime, the "Septem
ber massacre," which 'cast its horrid stainvportthe
annals of the Reyolution S These questions must
remain unanswered.
Certain it is, toward evening of that same day,
the populace on a sudden impulse commenced
butehenng the priests at the ibbaye. The mama.
area continued at Intervals several days. Roland
and iother ministers spoke boldly against it, though
in vain, but •Danton, the Minister of justice, did
not speak.
A slight and tremulous knock was heard at the
door of the Minion Roland. The video( themin
ister was okras, and a visitor was ushered into her
boudoir. She war a young and bowlful woman,
with thntwiruting takatde air of dignity and game
which proclaimed her at a glance rots of the an
cient rwokerr of capitol. Her toontemance was
the picture of• sorrow and despair t and the truer* 01
Mama ware still rialbko cu her cheeks.
. The girt timidly advanced, *brew back a thick
veil which muffled her Femmes, sank at Melee* of
Madams Roland, and seizing one of her hands,
covered with tears.
"Madame," she sobbed, "they say you are
good—they say yon are kind—pity the misery of
one of your own sex, and save my poor Antoine)"
The wife of the minister gently raised the kneel
ing girl from the floor, and in a kind tow said to
Sit lotto my child—nay, don't clasp coy hand
so tightly-4-sit down and tell me all. Who are you
—who is Antoine—and how can I rem him r,
" I am the daughter of an emigre, Madame.—
My name is Louisa' de Courral. Antoine is my
lover; we•were to be married on Tuesday," said
the gid, with innocent naivete.
The lady scoiled . and maimed her waiter to pro
" Madame moat know that Antoine wits aft OR
cm of the National Gourds, with Mandel, M the
Path*, smiths 10thof Augdst,and refused fa .filOit
agairtatihe kiug, orio jolt the pulls !I they
mordsmal theliwies. Lad sight- they entered, his
house under preterme-of searchkgild anus; they
■;;tared hisras a royalist and carried Min to la
Force. Alt, Abstains, they tell me the primmer,
are not safe. The peoples have just killed the priest
at the Atirlaimildriummem miziimM-way.4o the
Carmelites. They mean trr - kill all the prisoners,
and poioi Antoine wilt die. He is no conspirator
Madame—be would fight with Dummies against
thetPrussAms, but not nabs*, Swim. He h a
patriot, Madame y I am yule they would not have
put him in pram, only. , on my ectromu. They
knew tils.was to be married to me, and Jibe dad*+
ter of kre
• liereihs girt gave way to a bust pmeismate
grief. Madame Roland shuddered; she had not
yet heard of the madame. Pacifying the girt as
well as she was able, she asked
" And how can I assist Antoine, my child',"
" Are yon not the wife of the Minister Roland!"
inquired- the girl artlessly.
" Yes ; but Roland is not here, and if be were I
fear his ward would not go far with the keeper of
la - Force, who holds his prisoneneby warrant of the
Commune. Were he but Denten."
" And you cannot save him, Madame," sobbed
the poor •girE, " lie is no conspirator, Madame,
but . he wil l die because he is my lover, and t the
daughter of an emigre."
" De not despair my child," said Madame
land tend y, " Antoine:Aidl not die if Roland
can save i int. But in these times, who can an
swer for °tees life, even of his dearest friend,
ny, or of bis own, amid the fury of the people,
goaded to madness by the wrongs of their oppress
ors? Ido not say your lover shall be released—
that I cannot promise—but I will do what can be
done to save him."
The hope which began to beam in the eye of
the young girl died away •a the wit', of the minis
ter ceased speaking, but suddenly staining wp , she
eagerly inquired :
Did- Madame say Citizen Denton would ease
Antoine P' •
" I did not say he unutd," answered the lady,
" bat perhaps, he has the power fa be chooses to
exert ii. He has great influence at the. Commune
and over the committee of arrreillaare. His word
twill open the doors of any prison in Paris. Nay,
it is nor improbable that Datum will do it cook)
the wile of fLiland so far humble herself as to re
quest it as a boon. Violent and terrible as be is at
times, Danton is generous and has a heart open to
the feelings of compassion. Roland may tail to
procure year lover's release, my child, but w won
from Danton will effect it, and trust me that word
shall not tail to be spoken through any dainty sc:it
ple of mine.
Ere Madams Roland ceased speaking, the girl
had glided from the room, and the next moment
her retreating footsteps were heard in the street.
ruz war. 01 Vauros.
In a handsomely furnished room in a small house
in the Cour de Commerce, sat the still beautiful
and youthful wife of Denton. The night wearing
late,. but Aiello.*** wets noisy and unquiet, and
the lady ever and anon, stepped anxiously to the
window and cast a glance without into the street.—
Two infants lay slumbering upon a pallet in an ad.
joining room. The lady gli led through the half
open door, and bent down her head to listen to the
linrathism of the sleepers. There were upon the in
fantile features of the tiny slumberers distinctly to
be traced, amid their childlike beauty and inno
cence, the bold striking peculiarities of visage,
the high cheek bones and prominent forehead,
which bespoke them at once the sous of Denton.—
As the lady turned from the pallet and re entered
her mom, she suddenly found herself in the pres
ence of a female, muffled in a thick veil, whose
entrance in the house had been so quieter' to have
been entirely unnoticed.
Madime •Denton started, but the low, sweet
tones of the womcn's voice re-assured her.
" I seek the Minister of Justice," said she, at the
same time drawing back the veil and revealing the
sorrow4aricken, though beautiful features of Louis
on tie Conceal.
" Citizen Denton has been from home since
morning," was the answer. "If your business
with him be of • public nature and amen; youcan
enquire for him at the Council of Ministers. If not
entrust it to me and he shall know it before he
sleeps to night."
"Alas, Madame," said Louisan, as the tens
mauled from her eyes, " I had hoped to meet him
hers--seherst else can my boon be granted if not
here under t h e roof of Denton—kneeliag at his feet
and in your pteserce t At the Council, or among
his comrades, he will not design to listen to the
daughter of an emigre."
Something - there was in the loot or secants of
the seppriant, or in the hopeless grief that agitated
her delicate frame, that touched the that heart of
Madame Denton. She look the girl by the hand,
led her frt a seat, and listened with a Moistened
eye as Lciaison related her simple Amy.
"And so Antoine is your lover," she said, after
a pause, " and you were to be married on Tues
day—and he is in prison ! Ah, me ! and you
came to Denton to save him. Men call my ens.
band blood-thirsty and pitiless: do you think he
will save, your friend Antoine !''
" And why should be not,Madamer answered
Lonisoo. "Why should Citizen Damon wish poor
Antoine to be murdered 1 Antoine never injured
him, and besides he is no conspirator; be is a pa
triot, and it let ote of prison wool*l march with Do
monriez to help kill the Prussians.
The wife of the minister smiled through the. tears
which were fast filling her eyes. Gently pressing
the girl's Land, and drawing closer to her side, she
spoke to her with all the confidential gossip of a
friend, mid yet with a child-late feeling of pride:
"Lack, yea now, the aristocrats call my husband
- -
ricuetead teletellese ; so he may be to the enemies
of the country, Lw Denton is agoodpatriot ; but be
haspo,pnvaral enersies,end.if Yogi Antoine had
donshiot fify wrmrss, be would just as Wen open
hia.prison doors, especially for one word of mine.
Do you see, Mademoiselle, a was but yesterday
be set Monsietir Avueve free, who used to strive
bitterly ageinlAititn• at the Jacobins, and Qupost,
and Laureue, too, and otttersrins told me so Lim
self this asimissig...sed when was Denton ever,
known to be aughibuknoble.and nee tohisfriends.
Ab, Mademoiselle, if Antoine bad only been Dna,
ton's/fir:od, it wouldnotfiava been the, committee
of serveilksw., DOC the win* Commtms toge&er,
with Mary tt the head of it, this would have tom
him away, even from the daughter of an.anigre—
Ret Antoine shall be released. Be comforted my
dear, Denton shall set him free ; 6e Phan receive,
no injury."
The poor girl wept with joy as she kissed the
band of her kind benefactor.
J Ah, Madame, how good you are ! bow can I
thank you I"
1, We shall see when Antoine is released. And
now my dear, you are tired. Blest here to nk;ht,
.and to-morrow Denton himself shall tell you that
your friend is true."
Louismi slept soundly that night, notwithstand
ing her wief and anxiety, and dreamed of Antoine,
The rays of the sun were streaming,. tuU M at the
window before the awoke.
Laterhat night the heavy tread of Dan on was
heard entering his dwelling. There was an air of
wild and fierce excitement visible, upon his fea
tures, which he io vain strove to conceal under an
assumed gayety. His wife flew . to meet him. He
clasped her tenderly in his arms, gently parted
back her raven hair from her forehead withlis large
hand, and thrice kissed her brow with fste passion
ate ardor of a young lover, Madame Datiton rela
ted her story of Louvet de Courval, and her hus
band, looking with fond tenderness upon her, smil
ed the while, as though he had
_fiirgotten that at
that very moment, ISaillard and his hellish crew
were sacking the prison and murdering their in
mates. She saw in his countenance that her re
quest was granted before it was made. M. dune
Damon banded her husband a letter which the cou
rier, in baste had left at the dpur late that -evening.
He broke the seal, and read as follows :
"Crrizes tans - rEa,—
" A young officer in the National Guards, called
Antoine—his other name is not known to me—is
confined in Is Force. The o.tly crime <1 which he
seems to be accused is that he is to be married to
the daughter of an emigre. The wile of Roland en
treats Citizen Wilton, as the first boon she has ever
asked at his bards, that he will aid in affecting the
young man's release. Roland joins with me hearti
ly in the request..?
banton Cast fiye - Tetter negligently upon the table
Profuse, prodigal, even careless in his generosity,
he hesitated not for a moment. •
" h needs not this," he remarked pointing to the
letter, " though I would cheerfully gratify the ca
price of our lady minister in a graver matter. Your
request, sweet," addressing his wife, "shall be
obeyed. Antoine nungrbe set at liberty though he
were a fugitive emigre himself; Mallard's judg
ment tribunal will have victims enough without
Thus speaking. he turned to the pallat where lay
his sleeping children, and bending over them a mo
ment, he kissed them tenderly. What a scene was
that ! Danton, the revolutionist, the man often-or,
bending with a father's affection over the couch of
the sleeping innocence ! With a hasty step he left
the tiwelling and his wife heard his retreating foot
steps died away in the distance. In about an'bour
he again returned, and throwing himself upon his
couch Danton slept.
The night of the 24th of September, 1792, was
long remembered in Paris as a night of terror and
crime. Such a scene had never before been wit
nessed in France. A group of furious monsters, in
tolicated with, wine furnished by the Commune,
and frantic as blixslberinds with the taste of blood,
were murdering the captives in the prison.
At the Hotel de la Force a young officer of the
National Guards, amid a crowd of other captives,
was watching out the weary hours of the night. It
was Antoine Boudry. - Sleep had been a stranger
to the prisoner. The noise of the frightful tumult
in the street had dinned in the ears 'lithe prisoners
of la Force incessantly since nightfall, and full w II
they knew what frightful scenes were then enact
ing, in the ether prisons iu Par:s, for the crowd with
out boasted openly of the deed,—and taunted and
threatened the wre:cbed inmates. The fearful *ago
ny of suspense—the cold, dead, death-like chill of
apprehension carried a more poignant terror to the
hearts of the prisoners. Every moment they deerti
ed the walls of their own prison were about lobe as
sailed every group of men who rushed by about
irg with drunken fort, or sending forth yells of
blind and furious rage, they thought were the exe
cutioners about to wreak open them their bloody
An universal, death-lile chill of terr rr seemed to
set like a pall over the inmates of la. Force. It wa•,
perhaps strange that Antoine Boadry, amid the gen
mat panic, felt for his own personal safety little
alarm, at that fearful moment, or rather felt within
his bosom the cou&lence of some unforseen delis
prance. Antoine himself did not perhaps as•ribe
this lightness of !wank) the right cause. Lave that
night the jailor had whispered his name, and call
ing him to the wicket, placed a slip of paper in his
hand : "Take this," said he, "It comes from one
who wishes to befriend yoo—but resort to it only in.
the last emergency."
The jailor disappeared before he could ask him
a question, and Antoine had in vain attempted by
the dim and Bickering , light, which straggled with
the darkness of his dungeon, to decipher the coo-
lents of the paper, or eau the
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Length, Mit Italia Of morning was
about to break upon Paris, a lee den( from a'
group rapidly marcbmg upon the prism attracted
the attention of the national Guard. fie clambered
up to the naterkwin!law,,arni coded. ael 4. 1 09 , er
a company of some fifty or sixty murderous 7 blood
thttsty lookineruffiatia entering MeMurcyanic At
their haul Wrfsetitetl !tali iswordi.
who -Seemed \Maling with ~ i 4l9XlC:4tictA-744i,
shiriift.e4s roiled co t abate kw 14,614 4" lite;
borer and weitt l etei4erfiiidr thied.-:
Theyieisttied. pilterikisciroptviiber
Lights danced smong - thafrea. n -stli d, sll
altogether the scene resentbleltrirrbat it has treeri. fit
ly styled, lb* 4 8siontalitiref ffeflt'A •
Aloud mice was heatifiQ.ling epotehip. keeper
of the prison—and the bustle of hasty preparation .
followed. A' table - was provided, 'at the bead of
which the leader of the gang,. seateiLltim
self as flap, his elbows resting upon it, and a list
of the prisoners, famished by the keeper, spread
beldre him. One • by one he coiled out the names
of the prisoners, who were harried instantly be
fore him and in a moment &Her the captiies with--
in corrld either hear. the death groans of the victims
in the court yard, as they sank beneath the pikes
of the ruffians, or the loud shout of rice la nation,
which announced their acquittaL , Antoine's turn
came at last. Wixh s bold countenance he met
the steady gaze of l‘laillariLand the dozen cr twea- .
ty savage faces which dm:mged . the table.
r. our name," growled one or these men in a
Fourth voice.
°No muter for chat, citizen," ejaculated Mail
lard. '.lle is a conopirator, else why is he here at
la Force.!'
``l know him: says another, "he was with the
villain Mandat, on the 10th of August, at the pal.
ace. lie refused to tura against the king when the
Swiftsfired against the people—and besides he is
to marry the daughter of the emigre and traitor,
Monsieur de -Cooreal."
"Let biro go forth to meet justice from the peo
ple," said Maillard.
Field, Messieurs," said Antoine, struggling be
tween two of the ruffins who were hurrying him
from the room, and suddenly recollecting the pa
per in his poeket—"tCad this"—and beheaded his
piper to Maillard. -
The p identighineeilart it a moment—" Antoine
13oudry," fie muttered. “parrheu—but I had for
gotten ! This from Citizen Danton—and I have in
my pocket a charge, too, to look to this young man.
This raustriot be. Stay citizens ; not so hasty "
And Maillard drew a paper fitim his pocket while
the men let go their bold upotrAntoine.. •
."Citizen Botalry is no traing, Messieurs, hem is
a good voucher:" .And Maillard read—
" Set Citizen Antoine Dculdty free. He is faith
ful and true to the nation and not one of the. con
spirators.. Dssvoit."
. A about of Via /a Nation! rim Denton, went
up from the lips of those who thronged that fearfitt
judgment seat. The men who lead seized Antoine
for the purpose of thrusting him oat to meet the
vengeance of the people, now threw their arms
around him in a transport of joy, and even shed
tears, as they conducted him through the Woody
pikes and uplifted axes of the ruffians who thron
ed the gates of Is Force. Antoine shuddered as he
beheld the mangled corpses of the . victims *rho
sieved the coed-yard. And as he turned from the
frightful scene, while terror lent swift wing, to his
tootsteps—right there—lull before him—upon an
uplifter pike—he met the bloody head of the bosun.
MI Princess Ze Lam belle!
Paris was saved. The genius and skill of Darn
ourier baffled the Prussians. That great soldier
seized upon the pass of the forest of Argonare--the
Thermopyle of France--' : and with the aid of the
levies which Danton sent for. from Paris, succeed
ed iq roiling back the tide of war over the frontier.
In 'the brilliant cannonade of Valmy. under Kell
ermann. a young Aief de battallion distinvished
himself at the bead of his column for his conduct
and daring intrepidity. Kellermann made him it
colonel on the field of battle. Under Dumetwieuk,,
at the splendid victory of Sarnappea; this sem&
young, officer charging. at the head of a republicao,
squadron routed a regiment of the enemy, and woo l
carried, desperately wounded; fro& the field of baii;;,..
' Antoine Bonary, the young hero of Valmy aft_
lemapoeit, eifabled from active service in the field"
returned to Paris. lie found Foniaon de Courtrai
an inmate al the hospitable mansion of Denton.—
Bni the days of terror were Sun stealing- ever the
capitol of France. Antoine, with his yOung bride,
the emigre, dAnnhter. retired to the protinces, and
it was not until the star of Napideon hiui risen that
he again returned to Paris to meet with hitt wife
around the board of the once poneribed, but now
restored P.migre de Coursal.
On Stemet. entering a coffee recta at York, a MI-
A., starinalim full in the Lace, said : "Eis hated a
parso.n. " Vpon which Sieme rejoined: "And so,
sir. does my d 0.7, for, as tam as I paten oryttiarn
and eoe■nek, he falls a backing." "'lndeed," repli
ed A., " bow loop, has he done an ?" Ever-since
be was a puppy,air,"answered S. "and I stiff loot
opon him as one."
"sonny, I don't see anything growing oboist
here, what does your father raise on this land r ,
"Wall ; he raises hackmt hick grasshoppers, hop
toads, tumble-bu t * and some other wege.tables.—
'Yesterday he raised a.double-brerstedpig pea riatit
under the window, and mother raised Cain.",
" Was, will you take my anal"
"La, xlek,and you too:'
"Can'tsgure bot the arm, hastily replied
the os,d . bsertilur.
isruta l epn't take it, as my Met
to ie to go the a sae:* beg' or noor."
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