The Arkansas banner., 1847-08-16
A Daei Provoked by rnselsn.e.

number oi years since, the American shlp Lawgiver was lying in the harbor ol Marseilles. The name of the chief Inaie was Moses Dickenson--he was neat built and lrim-looking Yankee, born in village on the borders of Massachusetts Bay. Once he resolved to indulge his fancy by attending the theatre and as Ill luck would have Il, he entered box in which fierce looking, moustached and whiskered French officer was by the side of blooming mademuselle
 It was evident, from the appearance of ihe French officer, from the curl of his lip, and from the scowl which gathered on his visage, tha. he regarded the entrance of Mir. Dicken- son as an intrusion-and was determined to loose no time in picking quarrel with him He saw Mir D. was foreigner. and while the sailor was gazing with intense interest on the charms of the beautiful woman before him, who had attractions of far greater pow CT than the unmeaning balle, which was per- formed, the French officer, whose name was D'Lonne, with ferocious look, and broke en down English, iusolently accosted him with Il demand for why you have de impotence lo look so long upon tha, lady ..1
 "Because," cooly answered Mr. Dicken- son, ''she is pret,y-and ] always love 10 look upon pretty woman"
 "Bui, sare, shall not lei you look upon iha, lady. For Ina. lady have regard mooch-and | will not le, her be insnl,ed by any man, while have the honor to proiec, her. If you please, sare, you shall go oui ol this box very quick"
 '.Don'l put yourself in A passion,'' replied Dickenson, with great coolaess, ''l shall stay where am. had no intention of insulting tie lady, and # my eyes expressed loo plain- ly the admlra,iou which felt while gazing on her beautiful features. l will humbly ask her pardon.r
 "Cerlainment, lsieur-that is all right. And yos shall ask my pardon too"
 "Neverw said Dickenson--''I will ask the lady's pardon, right or wrong. if she wishes n. There can never be any dshonor in hum bling once's self to lovely woman, bu, my poliieness will carry me no farther"
 "You are one great brute--oni, eouchon and if yon will so fal do me the honor to step into de lobby, 1 will pull your noz, that is, your snoui, sare, until il will look like one grand moreeau oEde India rubbero
 @Wilh pleasure, Monsieur" responded Mr. Dickenson, Lowing with much politeness-- "I shall be most happy to oblige youw
 Thus saying he lightly stepped into the lobby, followed by the Frenchman, mou- slaches seemed 10 curl with anger and re- vengs As soon as they reached the lobby, Monsieur D'Lome sought to grasp the prob oscis, and noble one Il was too, of the sus- ceptibIe Yankee--bui d,d nos succeed quite so easily as he expected. Ere his ai,enuaied digiis cos.d close upon he grisly exetesence, he received sturdy kick, which knocks.l him off his balance and threw him oa hts beams end sans ceremony
 He rose in tremendous fury, drew, his sword, and if the bystanaers, and brace o gen d'almes had not in,erposed. would nav, attempted to sacrifice Mir. Dickenson on tht spot. He absolutely loaned with rage, ans performed various antics, which showed thA he was q complete master of attitude and ges ture. as well as grimace was only saiis fed with the solemn promise of Brother Joa athan, that he would meet him early the mex morning on beach north of the city. an, give him an honorable satisfaction with th small sword.
 | sGood night, sare, 1" said Monsieur DI1orm s-To-morrow morning viii have the pleas 1 ure to pick one linle hnle right shrough tn