Southern Argus. [volume] (Columbus, Miss.) 1834-1842, 1841-04-14
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long haired French terrier dog.
"Where did you find this mani" said the
Recorder, addressing the Captain of the Guard,
and referring to Fourier.
ale was sleeping in the Cathedral" said the
Office, sand his dog had well nigh bit me when
/ went to arrest hin"
"What brought you into the church," said
the Recorder, speaking to Fourner, "why
were you sleeping therel"
"Ah!" said the Fourier, 81 went TO pay my
respect-my devoir TO the. memory of le grand
Emperor great sheneral! mighty manl'' and
his lustreless eye was for a moment lit up by
his enthusiastic recollection OF the hero of a
hundred fights.
"What did you know Of the GeneraIt" said
the Recorder.
"What know Of hint" said the little vete-
ian stumbling his shoulders, aah, Mon Dieug
Mon Dieu' know'd all of him; | much wild
him; mess wild him; l fighl wild him: I re-
treat wild him from Moscow; die wild him.
He be one very little, big, great General!'
"Bow owl owl" barked the little dog that
lay at Fournier's feet, looking up wishfully in
his masters face, as f'he intuitively had learn
ed thai. he was in difficulties.
"Ah, poor doggy said the Frenchman, and
his eye, "you is de only one friens old Four
nier has left. De French Republic gone
Bonaparte gone--wile gone--son goLe--daugh-
ter gone--a be gone but you. You stick to
old Macenat whether he have house, or wheth-
CT he have nothin'. Doggy! master have nc
Hospital Of Invalids to shelter him, and when
he die you have no one to give you de crust Of
bread, and yDu die too. Ah, Mon Dieu! Mon
DIeu"
"IIave you belonged to the imperial army!'i
said the Recorder.
@Oui, oui," said the little Frenchman, SINE
'bliged to sell my medals, but there be my GER
tfcate of sevice." pointing to a sabre would
on his jaw, to another on his head, and to gun
shot wound on his leg, "dere, derc. dere!''-
Here the little deg barked again, and the
Frenchman patted him affectionately on the
back.
allow long have you been in this country!"
said the Recorder.
Twenty and one two years." said the
Frenchman.
eWby did you come to this country!" said
the Recorder
"Ah, that be too much sorrowfui to tel"
said the Frenchman. "Wy sheneral, the brave
Nepolean, he be sent to st. Helena, my wife
she die, my son and my daughter-fine boy!
fine girle!-dey come to dis country ofliberty;
de imperial army be disbanded, and poor Ma
cenat have no friend in France but his dog, and
he come after his children and take his dog
wild him. but he nevare find dem, nevare, nevare
-dey die, and leave hmIand his Jog alone in
strange country. Ah, Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!'
"Then you went to the church, suppose"
said the Recorder, "to witness the funeral GER
emory of your hate Emperor"
"Oui, oti." said the war-worn soldier, sine
had no friend to give me the entree; but me de-
termined to be there or to die, so | sep there
all night, and my good dog he watch for me-"
'Well, take this" said the Recorder, and he
slipped a Mexican casting into the hand of
Fournier, ego and get thee some wine, for
there will be no funeral service to-day"
A crowd of conflcting passions rushed into
the countenance of the old Frenchman, but
whether joy at receiving the gift, pleasure at
beng released from durance, or sorrow that he
could not crafty his feelings bv assisting in the
funeral celebration of le. grand Emperor, PIE
dominated, the most discerning physiognomist
could not discover.
He left the officer, making divers bows and
gesiicuIatons of gratitude, and his dog mutely
seconded bis motions by sundry studded frisk-
ngs and wags of his TAIL