The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1838-05-25 00:00:00

DEATH OF PRINCE TALLEYRAND.

The following short biographical sketch of the deceased Prince
Talleyrand is taken from Galignanis Messenger A com-
plete narrative of Prince Talleyrand would be nothing less than
'the secret history of a most important epoch, commencing with
the first appearance of the ,great revolution of France, and end-
ing only with the present time, when the body of that illustri-
ous statesman is not yet rendered to the silence of the tomb.
AU that we intend to attempt is to give our readers a few of the
• principal dates and events that serve to mark the outline of his
eventful existence, reminding them that those Who are now
young may probably become old before all the secrets of the
prince's the can be expected to be fully before the public.
Charles Maurice de TalleyrandPerigOrd, Prince of Benevento,
in the Holy Roman Empire, was born at Paris, iu 175 I. He
was descended from one of the oldest and •most illustrious
houses in France, which, during the middle ages, were birds of
the district of tbercy ; and at an early age, as a younger bro-
ther, was destined for the church. his ecclesiastical education
was formed at the seminary of St. Siilpice, and his talents for
public business were already so strongly developed, that in 1780
he was named Agent-General for the clergy. In 1788 he was
consecrated Bishop of Autun; and the year 'after was elected
deputy of the clergy of his diocese to the States-tieneral. The
political career of the prince during that momentous period is
well known. Mirabeau perceived the extent of his abilities,
and signalized him as one of the most powerful'and versatile of
the men of genius who then abounded in Europe.' 'He proposed
, several most important measures to the states, among others
the suppression of tithes, and the appropriation of the property •
'of the clergy to the wants of the public treasury. In 1790, he •
was named president, and in the same year officiated at the altar
in the Champ de Mars on the day of the national federation.
Ile subsequently consecrated the first constitutional bishops,
and for this was excommunicated by Pepe Pius VI. His re-
signation of the bishopric of Autun, and 'his election as a mem-
ber of the directory of the department of Paris, followed soon
after. He was left by Mirabeau as one of his executors, and in
1792 was sent into England on a secret mission, together with M.
Chativelin, the ambassador. It will be recollected, that the Eng-
lish administration under Mr. Pitt, after favourablyreeeiving the
French envoys, subsequently ordered them to leave the country
in 24 hours. M. de Talleyrand returned to Paris, the day after the
famous Pith of August, and was indebted to Danton foi a narrow
escape from assassmation. lie then left for the United States,
'and remained there engaged, it is said, in commercial speculations
till 1796, when he was recalled by a decree of the convention.
In 1797, after the 18th Fructidor, he was appointed minister of
foreign affairs, and supported with the most imperturbable sang
froid the attacks made against him by all parties. Two years
afterwards, the 18th Brumaire occurred ; Napoleon became first
consul, and M. tie Talleyrand continued as foreign minister.
In 1803, a brief from Pius VII. released the ex-Bishop of Autun
from his ecclesiastical ties. and he shortly after married Madame
Grandt, of liamburlt. The rivalry of Fouche and M. de Talley.
rand than followed, and to the ultimate advantage of the latter,
who, on Napoleon becoming emperor in 1806, was elevated to
! the rank of Prince of Benevento, and Grand Chamberlain of
the emperor. The next year he was succeeded as minister by
M. de Champagny Duke de Cadore, and was named Vice-
Grand Elector; but from this period his alienation from Napo-
' leon may be dated: he disapproved of the emperor's aggres-
sions in Spain ; and in 1814 was appointed President of the
Provisional Government of France, until the arrival of the
Count d'Artois. We need hardly remind our readers, that he
was French Commissioner at the Congress of Vienna, and that
on the final return of Louis XVIII. in 1815, he resumed the
portfolio of foreign affairs, as President of the Council, but re-
signed before the end of the year, from his disapprobation of
the tendencies of the government. From this period he re-
mained near the person of the sovereign in virtue of his title as
Chamberlain, and ultimately became the leader of the opposition
in the Chamber of Peers. The revolution of 1830 found him,
though advanced to a venerable age, not too old for the service
of his country; and he proceeded -to Loudon as ambassador,
where be remained till 1835. After this time the prince has
rested under the shadow of his diplomatic laurels, ample enough
to include within their branches the treaties of Amiens, of
Lun6ville, and of the Quadruple Alliance. His death and his
reconcilement with the church we have just witnessed. We
will not attempt to make any observations on the character of
Prince Talleyrand, variously estimated as it is, and necessarily
must be for some time to come, by the distorted views of party
prejudice. His detractors say that he changed to all systems
and to all men ; his eulogists; that he remained consistent at all
times, and that he withdrew his support Only when what it was
given to had ceased to coincide with the political system which
be had originally adopted for himself. The truth perhaps lies ,
between the two."

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TOM ROWLER'S REVENGE.

(Prom the Sunbeam.)
We were in south latitude twenty degrees, west longitude ten
degrees eighteen minutes, on our passage from the Cape down
to St. Helena; the ship was dashing the splay before her at
the rate of ten knots an hour, the wind was just abaft the beam,
and hardly enough of it to make a spar creak, every stitch of
canvas was set, not a gore of it fluttered—she looked heautiful
as the breeze brought her topside down to the kisS of the lar-
board wave, and the leeward rigging slackened. I looked upat
the bellies of the white sails till I could almost imagine, like
Byron, that I was carried away by a " thing of life." A sailor
can never call his ship it. She is the only pronoun which he
could apply to his " bonny bark." She is a sort of sweetheart
to him. The captain stood on the quarter-deck, exulting at his
well-rigged clipper, his eyes sparkled again as the spray dashed
over the rough-tree nail, and the long wake of eddies foamed
abaft us. Really it was a scene which made one's soul glad.
" Something on the starboard bow !" bawled out Sam Stay-
, sail, with the voice of a stentor. He was keeping a look out on
the forecastle. Sam's voice was of amazing volume and force,
and everything being as quiet as a mummy depot in one of the
pyramids, when he hailed us with his right hand at his lips fora
speaking trumpet, it startled us as much as if old Neptune had
paid us a visit and saluted us in the mild and subdued tone fur
which his godship is proverbial. " Helm a-starboard!" ex-
claimed the captain to.the man at the wheel. She answered her
helm immediately. The sheets were hauled, the sheaves creak-
ed, the sails shivered, and the good ship hove to " in the
twinkling of a marlinespike," asiOne of the crew said, on ob-
serving the adroitness_ with which the evolution had been per-
formed. " Let go the boat and a couple of hands," ordered the
captain. The davits instantly seemed animated, two men were
in' the boat, and the daVit-falls running through the blocks in
less time than is generally occupied in taking a pinch of snuff.
I took a telescope, and, standing against the fore part of the
poop,•on the starboard side, endeavoured to descry the object
which had been the cause of stopping us. • I quickly discovered
something rising and falling with the wave, and approaching
the ship: It was net a beat. As it neared us I could perceive
something alive on it. tiie living thing was a man,' and he
waived something in his hand. I soon discovered that it was a
hen-coop on which the poor wretch floated. " Good heaven !"
Ilhohght, " nothing but the 'Wide' Atlantic. and wider heaven
for this poor creature to gaze upon, •and a hen-coop the only
thing of this world to which he clings to prevent him from
perishipg ; nay, worse; that bee-coop his only baSis in this deiert
of Wafers, and even on that he seems but the prisoner of death,
who,.instead of despatching him with a stroke of 'his dart, is
gloating himself like a truculent tyrant, by gradually famishing
his poor vittitn'ere he .!evours him ! I thought of many of the
horrors of shipwreck which I had heard of, and my blood seemed
to Curdle in my veins. All the passengers came upon deck.
Among them there was a captain of a man-of-war, who, had been
picked up by a vessel that we had fallen in with, his own ship
having foundered under most mysterious circumstances : this
gentleman was going to England in our vessel as a passenger.
He had described the horrors which he endured previous to his
being picked up, and the whole of his direful story rushed vividly
on my mind as I-gazed upon the wretch, who, with the instinc-
tive love of life, and uuder the influence of hope, .(the great boon
of heaven to suffering wretches,) clung to two or three deal
boards, rather than close his miseries by sinking into eternity.
The inen in the boat soon removed him from his Okrilous situ-
ation: I could pel'ceive, as they pulled him into our boat, that
he was too weak to stand. They laid him down carefully in
thestern sheets of the boat, and pulled towards the ship. They
soon came along-side, and, ropes being handed down,ahe tars
kindly' put their jackets round the poor fellow, and under his
arm-pits, and we slowly bowsed him up to the gang-way, and
pulled him inboard upon deck. Famine had battened like
vulture upon his living flesh. He was a mere animated
skeleton. His eyes glared from the recesses of their sockets,
his cheek bones protruded almost through his yellow skin, his
lips were blue, his beard was long, and added to the hideousness
of his ghastly physiognomy. " Water,-water, !" he exclaimed
opening more widely his eye-lashes, the pupils of his eves di-
lating at the same time, " for heaven's sake, water !" His lips
seemed rigid as he. opened them to utter the supplication, and
his lungs groaned, as it were, with convulsion, as be inhaled
the air which was expelled from. them in 'articulating it. We
took him under the awning on the quarter-deck. A little
water in a biggin was brought to him. 0 heaven, I had
uo conception of what thirst is till that moment. His limbS
quivered as the precious, pure fluid touched his lips. And oh,
the expression, the horrible expression, of gratification that dis-
torted his hardly human features, as his parched mouth and
throat were cooled by the delicious draught ! Evety restora-
tive that could be thought of and obtained on board the vessel
was administered to the sufferer, and at length sleep, natdre's
sweet restorer, kindly shed her influence over him. He slept
for two hours. When he awoke I was seated by his side. He
looked wildly around. " What—where—who—where am I?"
he incoherently exclaimed. "Is this a ship—that the face of
heaven, 0 God !" he shut his eyes, and seemed absorbed in men-
tal prayer for a few moments. I took his hand, and, with as
much kindnesses possible asked him if he wanted any thing,
or could do anything for him. He grasped my hand tightly
in his hard but attenuated fingers. "You are not a fiend !" he
exclaimed, gazing on me with a phrenzied look. " No, no, my
dear fellow," I replied, " a friend who wishes to serve you.'
Ile grasped my hand still tighter, and pressed it to his bosom.
I saw a tear roll down his lank cheek. The steward of the
vessel passing at the moment, 1 sent him for a shirt of mine,
and t wo or three articles of dress, enough to cover humanity in
those tropical regions. The steward brought them. I had
given my patient a little wine and water, and sopped a piece of
bread in it, which, with much difficulty, he swallowed. I lifted
him up ou my arm ; the moisture had evaporated from his gar-
ments, and left the salt crystals in every fold. I, with much
difficulty, stripped him; his back had evidently been lacerated
by that accursed instrument of torture, the. cat-o'-nine-tails.
"Is your back painful ?" I inquired. He shook his head in an
agony, and replied "It is, sir, very, very painful." I con-
eluded that he had been flogged for some act of criminality, and
that any allusion to his flagellation would most likely cause a
bitter augmentation of his sufferings. After I had clad him
comfortably, and put him into my own cot, he seized my
hand, and, kissing it, said, " I fear, sir, I am nut long here..
I cheered him, and told him that I could see be was an English-
Man, and that I hoped in • a few• weeks he would see the white
cliffs and green fields of his native land. " Never, never !" he
responded, With a sigh ; " I have seen my poor father, who
died' when 'I was a' boy, and fiends were lashing me with
scorpions• 7ou drove them away ----" was afraid that
he was becoming • delirious, and therefore stopped him ; I
assured him that he had slept and dreamed of those things.
"-No! no! not" he ejaculated quickly, "I know they will
seize me !" I endeavoured to tranqualize him. He seem-
ed grateful for my kindness, repeatedly pressed my hand to his
lips, and wept. At length he said—" 0, Sir, my hour is come
—I am a •murderer " Providence!" I exclaimed, " how
mysterious are thy dispensations !" A murderer thus rescued
from the oblivious grave of the unfathomable deep, to confess
his crime, and perhaps expiate it on a gallows in the country of
his birth!" I involuntary shrank from him, and would have
stood at a distauce, but he would not let go my hand. " Sit
down," he said, in an agony ; " sit down—l will tell you all."
I sat down, my mind at the time experiencing a conflict between
horror and curiosity, which it would require a more graphic pen
than mine to describe. "lam a dying murderer," he groaned,
and seemed unable to proceed. "0, Sir !" he added, "do not
look at me in pity, but promise use you will not divulge my
story." I promisel him that I would not. " But why not r
he said, " I shall be in the deep!" He paused—a conflict of
the most agonising description was evidently passing in his
breast. He turned to me, and seizing me by the arm with his
left hand—his right hand at the same time squeezing mine—
appeared as if he had concentiated all the energy which his suf-
feringi had left him. "I am a murderer, a dying murderer—
but Heaven-7n0,n0, it was revenge—Heaven can never pardon
tevene—never, never—." e I besought him to be calm, and
assurede him that the gates of Heaven were shut only against the
finally impenitent. Ile wept. He then proceeded—' 0, Sir,
I have been the means ofsending hundreds of my fellow-creatures
to their account before their time !"

" He shuddered as he uttered this, and fixing his eves on va-
cuity, his lips quivered, his tongue moved, but he uttered not a
word. I thought he communed with the Almighty Parent of
universal humanity, and I dropped on my knees, and besought
my God of his infinite mercy to pardon him. His abstraction
terminated. He resumed—" I served on board his Majesty's
brig , under Captain —; he was a cruel tyrant, but that's
no excuse—he will appear in judgment against me—Heaven
forgive me!" He trembled as he uttered this. I thought his
imagination wandered, and would have terminated his dis-
jointed narrative, but he prayed to hear the remainder. "0,
Sir', he flogged me for merely looking at hire, sciircely anything
else did I do. I looked at him in a manner which displeased
him; he ordered the to have three dozen. I writhed under
the bloody thongs—l fainted—l was scoffed at—hooted-0 !
Heaven—l—l sought a revenge that a fiend would shrink from
—I—I took an auger, bored holeS in the pumps first, and then
through the ship's buttons-0, oh—" Ile fainted I mois-
tened his lips, and burned rags - under his'hoStrils. lie resus-
citated. I entreated him not to resume his.striry, but he replied
—" I pray you, Sir, to hear me, toy soul is already much re-
lieved. The hip went down—l did intend to drown with
the rest, but love of life was too strong for me. I clung to a
hen-coop. I heard some shriek. I heard some struggle. The
water gurgled in the throats of some. 0, saw some of their
looks as they sank—l saw my messreates thatl had murdered—
() Heaven ! save, save, save—lT Is HIM !—save, save—" tie
vociferated and swooned. The Captain, of whom I have before
spoken, had come to my side, when the poor wretch exclaimed,
"it is him "Good heavens!" the Captain exclaimed, "it is,
it must be, Tom Rowler!"

"Do you know him, Si,?" I inquired.
The Captain looked at his arm, and seeing the mark with
which it was tattooed, replied—" () yes, Sir, 1 know him well
enough—he was one of my own men."
"Indeed, Sir," I replied; "then there are other marks by
which he may be identified," and I indignantly showed him the
poor fellow's back. He colourerl—htimined a tune—tried to as-
sume an air of nonchalence.

" 0 he deserVed what he got," said he.
" Monster !" I muttered to myself.
" He will be glad enough to see me on terra forma again, I as-
sure you, Sir," said he. " Poor devil, I thought he had made a
shark's supper!"
The poor fellow revived, but seemed afraid to open his eyes,
he covered them with the palm of his bony hand. I stepped
aside from him, and asked Captain -- if he could account
for the foundering of his vessel.
" No !" he replied, with imperturbable coolness. " deuce take
me if I can account for it. We found the water making very fast,
the pumps would not draw a tea-cup full, it seemed as if some
infernal spell had seized the ship. However, down she went
like a pig of kentledge. Sauce qui peat was the motto of all
hands. I got into the long boat, and was picked up as I have
already told you. This poor devil got quarters among the cocks
arid hens, it appears "
I was rejoiced to perceive that he did not know of the atrocious
crimes which the wretched being before him had committed. I
again approached the poor creature, took his hands, and asked
him if he felt better.

"Yes ! yes ! yes !" he replied convulsively, as if out of breath
with the tumult within him.
"Hoy, Howler!" unfeelingly bawled the Captain.
The wretched man sprung up from the cot at the sound, opened
.his eves, as if frantic, uttered a horrible shriek, and exclaimed,
"It is bins ! save me!—save, save----." Convulsions
seized his whole frame. It was with much difficulty that we held
him down to prevent him destroying himself . The fit left him
in a state of extreme debility; delirium and fever ensued; two
days after, death, from whom we hoped we had rescued one vic-
tim, seized his prey. We sewed up the body in a hammock, a
shot was tied to it to ensure its sinking, and we committed it
to its deep grave of water, without a coffin or shroud, but not
without a prayer. I never sat at the same table with the Captain
afterwards.

LARGE PADDLE. SHAFT.—Our attention was attracted by a
lorry passing along Castle-street on Monday last with an im-
mense piece of round iron upon it, which, on inquiry, we found
was a paddle-shaft for a steam-engine. It was made of beaten
iron, at the Mersey Works, at the south end of the town, and
was on its way to Messrs. George Forrester and Co.'s engineer-
ing establishment. The weight inscribed upon the shaft was
6 tons 142 cwt, ; its length was 23 feet, the greatest diameter
181 inches; and we were given to understand that it was the
largest piece of wrought iron ever made. It seemed to excite
considerable interest as it went through the streets.—Courier.