Martinsburg gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1833-1855, 1841-07-08

Etrasel. He appeared ready 10 sink with fatigue,
bo, his countenance was full ofingenuous assurance,
and be showed not the slightest perturbation at the
presence and establishment of the multitude. 90
being asked what he wanted he answered IN bold
voice Il am sent BY the master to build bridge
across the Rhone; wretch burst thou baspheme
even before the altar I And ihe Bishop, who was
wroth at being interrupted in his sermon, ordered
him to be delivered to a magistrate, and punished
mslefactor. The people followed knocking,
but the boy was not embarrassed by this reception
and in the presence Of the magistrate, insisted with
the same confidence, the Truth of his mission.
Miserable shepherd said the vigueur, dosi thou
undertake what Charlemagne himself feared to do,
bu, If thou wilt, there is stone whercwith to lay
the corner il thou carry il TO the river The
boy shoudered the stone with case, which the
strength Of 80 strong would rot have suihced
TO move, and followed by the amazcd multitude,
carried it to the river and deposited it on the spot
where the work was TO be commenced. The peo-
pie aud fret Of all, the Bisbor, fell down upon
their knees and hailed him messenger Of God I;
and Immediately priest and people set about the
work with all their energy Benezet became
saint and spent his life for the realization OF his
noble dream, which however he never lived to see.
The bridge being finished time after his death,
and the people holding in grateful remembrance its
founder named it sfer him, built the chapel 10 his
memory, and deposited therein bis mortal remains.
History ver6es ii all but the miracles. The AVG
noni,es some time in tho 18th century, actual
" induced to commence the work by The eBthusi-
asm Of shepherd boy named Benezet II is 81.
lent however, about the big stone. In this chapel,
masses are celebrated for the souls of those who
perish by water. Here the mothers and wives OF
the mariners to ay for the safety and speedy
return of son or husband, and here when the sun
let's fiery red. and the storm-clouds are gathering
on the horizon /, heard the voice of their supplica-
lions, mngling with the of the mighty river.
! / left Avignon with much regre.. We started al
six in the.evenng, and the next morning at sunrise,
we came in sight of the rock bound port Of Mar
settles and the deep blue waters of the Medterra-
mean. What a change! from land where the
very stones brea,hed of romance, to such den Of
tarpaulins as Marseilles. The fumes of and the
oais of all the nations the earth, dissipst-
cd the poetry which hud inhaled in Provence. A
curious place is the Quai Of Marseilles-s peifec,
Babel as to languages, and with collection of BIZ
ped animals that would enrich menageri-. There
we're swartby Moors, Turks, English, Germans
Russians, Spaniards and Italians. - was gar
| ing a, some Greeks, whose costumes and faces
thought would be fine for picture Of a corssir,
stumbled against bale of cotton. Did lubbe
will fall into the Dock" said sailor. looked W
and saw the starspangled banner floating from tbs
took Of my ha, and salu;ed it. which appeared t,
please Jack amazingly. Ofmy tripfrom Marselle'
to Florence will write some other time. ..