Iowa territorial gazette and advertiser. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa Territory [Iowa]) 1840-1846, 1846-02-21

Not as with a mlSer,S care; 81
DUTY e'er should be thy watcbword--
Pity drop'ths balmy tear, VISA
Always toward the fallen cherish, ~ n
'sYah Sympathy and love sincere.
3. -.- IL .
ia From the Philadelphia S,tarday Courier.
BENEDICT ARNOLD. Ie9i' =
A scene from the Lecture Of George Lippords
Esq, on the Life, Treason, and Death Of
Bendict .7enoil, being the third ola series
on the "Romonce of The Rerclution," de-
alirered. bel fore The Hflian Wirt Institute.
st,f 100 IS - Iii Isl sssssta
E There was a night when an awful ago
ny was passing in the breast Of Arnold;
The struggle between ,Arnold's revenge
and Arnold's pride. /"
You have seen that old house, in Sec
ond near Walnut street, which was once
The Home of William Penn. once the Pal
ace Of Benedict Arnold, is now used as q
1nanaAfactory Of Venus De. Modicis and SUI
gar candles. That old house, pictures
one in ruins, with .battleinented walls and
deep-gabied toofs.,a ell ru's gqsgs tpe j,
One, night . gorgeously furnished cham-
Der, in that, house, was. illumed BY the
glare Of a bright wdoA fire. And there,
with his back % that fife there, looking
out upon The western shy, cleaning IN
deep starlight, stood Benedlct Arnold
One hand was laid upon his BREAST, which
throbbed in long deep gasps; the other
held two letters. oaan9E ad q yt'Aii =
! Read the superscription of thes6 leiters,
BY the light of the stars, one is, directed to
General Washington, the other 10 Sir Hem
ry Clinton. One announces his accept
ance of the command of West Point the
other offers 10 sell " est Point to the Brit
ish. .go.ls s5sstssI .tasss3 s-sti ~ 8sse1ea
And now look at that massive face, quiv-
efing with revenge, pride and patriotism;
look attthes dark eye, cleaning with 1i0r-
rernf q, lost SOUL look atstllat barred throat
with. the ,xsins swelling like, cords. ,s,la
That is the struggle, between Arnold
Tie Patriot, and Arnold the Traitor!
isl And there: far back in the room, half
hidden among siiken curtains, silent9and
thoughtful siis a. lovely woman, her hands
elias sped, lher unbound hair sllowering down
over her shoulders, her large blue eyes
glazing wildly upon the fire. Well may
that bosom heave that eye glare! For
now The wife of ARNOLD is waiting for the
Of her husbands fate,l now,
the darkest shadow is passing oyer the
DiaI-plate Of his destiny.
q While Arnold stands brooding there,
while his wife sits trembling by the fire.
without in the aIte-chamber, three pei
sons wait for him. ..sw syad as,l, 4ahls1
One is baserbrowed man clad in the
Blue uniform Of. The Continentals. Turn
that uniform and II IS scarlet. That is a
British SPY He waiting to bear the
letter to, Sir Henry sChntnn.l d ig,ce3o
That handsome cavalier, dressed in the
extreme Of fashion, with embroidered coat,
red heeled shoes, and powdered hair, is a
nobleman of France; the Ambassador OF
the FfeAclr King the Chevalier De- Luz
zsrne. He has come here ito listen 10 the
offer of Arnold, who wishes to, enter the
Service Of the French King.
The third-look! A silent and moody
fed.maii Of The sfofest, an Indian chief,
wrapped npin his blanket; standing there,
proud as king oh his thronesrt f,Aiis
He has. come, from the, wilds Of the for
est. in the faf northwest, to hearken to the
answer Of .AfnoId, tthe DEATH EAGLE, as
the Indians call him, y to their proposition,
by which they agree I'd inake him chief Of
their tribes. -s----
Now look: the door opens; the three
enter; Arnold turns and beholds them.
Then occurs hurried and terrible
scsn6l slfi - s9tisstisa@a' 9a3 - sjAfils /
.siWhile the wife Of Arnold sitstrehbling
there by the FIRE, he advances and greets
the Chevalier De Luzerne. e;.,e3fs.g.',sI !
s..Look ye," he ihutters in quick tones
ssyour King can have my sword, but mark!
| lam in debt, the mob iloot me in the
streets, my creditors are tlainoroa.. I
must have money!, ssh 4. ,ssuass2 ii1 !
This bold tone Of one, used TO cornmand,
little suits the polite Ambassador.
ips.My King never buys soldiers!" he
.whipersi with q sneer, and then bowling,
politely retires.a Is 7a6l smqs due a9ias
!, Stung to the quick with this cool Insult,
ArnoldTturning his, eyes away from the
British Spy salutes -the Indian Chief.
bark! they converse ID the Wild musical
LII bSosfslas are Wiling 70 own the
Death fsElS as their chief, p exelai,ns the
,Indian. IN hYet, theyssare afraid, that he
loyes the pale faces too well 70 sesq
- tsTry my love for the pale faces n
fmutters Arnold with look and sheer
that makes even the red Indian start. s's
!, The, chief resumes: My bsothersi who
are many-their numbers areas the leaves
Of the forest-my brothers who sharpen
their war hatchets for the scalp Of the pale
face. will,ask The Death Eagle 70 l!sls
them on on the towns If the pale face; ,ta