Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1841-1853, 1845-05-08
BY G. A. & ]. P. CHAPMAN.


something which General Potemkin commanded me
to give you on parting"
The packet contained the other glove of the Prin-
cess Zumovsky. Cheglovsky trembled under the in
luence ofvolent emotion; bat summoning from the
recollection of his love the courage which had nearly
forsaken him-s.Well SIR" said he, ''tell General
Potemkin that fear Siberia. less than esteem his
present. This gift viii render me happy during my
exile
The feldjagger bowed, and mounted the teleque,
which rapidly drove off. Cheglovsky watched its de-
parture with the despair that would take possession
of lonely explorer of the catacombs should he see
the lamp die out which toguide him back to life
and daylight. Sixty-eight years elapsed-sixty-eight
long years, spent amidst prlyations dangers, mise
mes of every kind
In, 1912, a Russian officer, sent to Tobols1 on a
government mission, accidentally discovered the
once gay and handsome Major Chegovsky, then near
ly centenarian. Having been made acquainted
with his extraordinary story he communicated 1t to
General Cherenlchev who himself related 1t to the
Emperor. The injustice had been secret; the repa-
ration public. The exile was conveyed from
Siberia to ST. Petersburgh and the Emperor Nicholas
the presence of twelve regiments mustered on the
Admiralty Square, addressed to him the following
gracious words =
Be assured, Major Cheglovsky, that had l earlier
known your misfortunes, they should long ago have
terminated Remain for the rest of your life in st.
Petersburgh, and pension of 1000 roubles shall be
settled upon YOU The Emperor will pay it,
Chegovsky has carefully preserved the uniform
which he in the middle of the eighteenth centu-
~. Though ninety-seyen years of age, he is
s.onally seen walking on the Newsky Perspective.
He holds himself erect his counenance is placid and
serene, and he appears to gaze with establishment
the population of St. Petersburgh who have of
changed not little in the space of nearly seventy
years. He speaks with enthusiasm unsubdued by
age and suffering, of the Empress Catharine, the
Prince de Linge, the Count de Seugar, and Alexis
Oroff; and he almost to fancy that those per-
sonages sn live and move in the saloons of the Her
nitage and the gardens of tire Taurida Palace.
On his arrival In the Lussan capital, Cheglovsly's
first task was to make his will. 1t contained only
two lines, which are to the following effect-I re-
quest the last favor that be rendered to me,
that | may he buried with the gloves which will be
found fastened round my neck by black ribbon"
WOMAN WORTH HAvING,--BIrs Seba Smith is
known to the public one of our best female
writers. She is a native of Portland. Of her early
history, JOHN NEAL has given the following Sketch !:
80 When Miss Elizabeth Prince = mere
child = married Mr.. Seba Smith, who had been
writing for the newspapers of the day nobody
knows how long, had she been asked if she ever
hoped to equal her husband, to contribute In
any way to his reputation a literary man,
she would have laughed you in the face-apd long
after that years after she had begun to hazard little
scraps prose and poetry for her husbands newspaper
which he carefully corrected for her. if she had been
questioned she would have acknowledged that so far
from dreaming of what has since occurred she would
as soon think of existing for drummer boy, of
digging clans at the halves, either at Cape Elizabeth
Booth Bay, of earning dollar by the pen. Yet
such has been her willingness and her energy, such
her steadfast determination to do ali that might
become a woman for the help of her husband, who
has had every thing to struggle with since he removed
to New York, and for the support of her little family
that she Is regular, and we hope well paid
contributor to some of ceverest and most popular
journals. and has won for herself most desirable
reputation She a child but the other day, with
no sense of her strength; and after she became
woman, her countenance you could not see for her
veil, and her wings were hidden by her shawl. But
the rains beat upon her husband her little
and the winds blew and the floods came, and 10 the
veil and the shawl disappeared like the mist of sum-
mer; and the highest nature of woman broke forth
like sunshine, and her wings were molted, and her
feet planted upon rock sure and seadfast. She no
longer tremhles when you look into her heart try
to read her eyes, neither shawl nor veil is wanted
now. The woman is no longer ashamed or anxious
to hide herself when called to by her heavenly Father.
She feels her own worth, and looks out, answering
and selfdependent upon the storms about her. What
the girl and the bride unequal to, the wife and
the mother delight to grapple with"