The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1847-10-12
Benedict Arnold looked his last upon his
childhood's home.

my tIIouSu HIS ears lDlO his nedTl-ARNOLD
THE TRAIToR,
When he stood beside his King, in the
House of Lords-the weak old man whis-
pering in familiar tones 10 his georgeously
attired General-a whisper crept through
the throDged Senate, faces were turned,
fingers extended, and as the whisper deep
arose and stated, that he loved his Sovereign,
but could not speak TO him, while by his
side there stood ARNOLD THE TRAITOR.
He went to the theatre. paradng his war
rior form amid the fairesl flowers Of British
nobility and beauty. but no soonsr was mis-
visage seen, than The whole audience rose
the Lord in his cushioned seat the vagrant
of London in the gallery-they rose togeth
er, while from the pit to the dome, echoed
the cry-'ARNoLD THE TRAITOR
When he issued from his gorgeous man.
sion, the liveried servant that ate his bread.
and earned it too by mental Offices. whis
pefed in contempt, to his fellow lacqueys, as
he took his position behind his masters
carriage-ARNoLD THE TRAITOR.
One day, in a shadowy room. mother
and Two daughters, all attired in the weeds
Of mourning, were grouped in the sad circle.
gazing upon picture shrouded il Grape.
A visitor was announced The mother took
his card ffomthe hands of the servant. and
the daughters read his name. Sop said
that mother, rising, with flushed face, while
a daughter took each hand: Go! and tell
this man, that my threshold can never be
crossed by the murderer of my son-by AR
MOLD THE TRAIToRp
Grossly nsulted in public place. he ap-
pealed 10 the company-noble Lords and re-
nowned men were there-and breasEng his
antagonist with his fierce brow. he spat full
in his face. This antagonist was a man Of
tried courage. He cody wiped the saliva
from his cheek. You may spit upon me.
but can never pollute my sword by killing
ARNOLD THE TRiToR.'
He left London. He engaged in com
merce, His ships were on the ocean-his
ware honses in Nova Scolia-his plantations
in The West Indies. One night his ware
house was burned TO ashes. The entire
population OF St. John's-accusng the owner
Of acting the part OF incendiary to his own
property, in order 10 defraud the insurance
ompanies-assembled in that British town
in sight of his very windows, they hung an
effigy. inscribed with these words-ARNoLD
THE TRAITOR.
When the Island OF Gaudaloupe was re-
taken by The French, he was among the
prisoners. He was put on board of a French
prison-ship in the harbor. His money
thousands Of yellow guineas, accumulated.
through the course OF years-was about his
person. Afraid of his own name, he called
| himselfJoh Anderson: the name once as
sumed by John Andre. He deemed him
self unknown, but The Sentinel, approaching
him, whispered that he was known and il
great danger. He assisted him 10 escape
even aided him 10 enclose his treasurer in ar
empty cask, but as the prisoner. gliding
down The sides Of the ship, pushed his raf
| toward the shore. that sentinel looked afieI
him. and in broken English sneered-'AR
MOLD THE TRAIToRr
There was day when Talleyrand ar
rived in Harvre, hot-foot from Paris 1t wa
| in the darkest hour OF the French Revolu
ton, Pursued by the blood hounds of the
Reign of Terror, stripped of every wreck oil
property or power, Talleyrand secured a
passage 10 America. in ship about 10 sail
! He was going, beggar and wanderer
to a strange land. to earn his bread by daily
labor
is there any American gentleman staying
at your house? 2 he asked the landlord oil his
hotel-I am about TO cross the water. end
would like letter 10 some person ofinfiu-
ence 10 Inc New w 0rld-
The landlord hesitated for moment and
then replied:
There is a gentleman up stairs, either
from America or Britain, bot whether Amer
lean or Englisbman, l cannot tell
| He pointed the way, and Talleyrand-
who in his life was Bishop. Prince, Prime
iiinis er-ascended the stairs. A miserable
suppicant, he stood before the strangers
door, knocked and entered.
In the far corner ola dimly-lighted room
sat gentleman OF some fifty years, his arms
folded and his head bowed on his breast -
From windo, directly opposite, a flood
Of light poured over his forehead. His eyes
looking from beneath the downcast brows
gazed in Tallevrand's face, with peculiar
and searching expression. His face was
striking in its outline; the mouth and chin
indicative of an iron will.
| His form, vigorous even with the SHOWS
of fifty winters, was clad in a dark but rich
and distinguished co-tume.
| TaIIeyrand advauced-stated that he was
a lugi.ive-and, under the impression tina
the gentleman before him was an American
he solicited his kind Offices.
He poured forth his story in eloquen
French and broken English:
Il am wanderer-an exile. | am forced
to fly to the New World, without friend OF
hope. You are an American? Give me
rhen beseech you. a letter OF Introduction
to some friend Of yours. so thatI may be
enabled TO earn my bread. 1 am willing tC
toll in any manner-the scenes of Paris have
filed me with such horror, that life of labor
would be Paradise 10 career of luxury ir
France You will give me letter 10 one @
your friends? A gentleman like you has
doubtless many friends
The strange gentleman rose. With &
look that Talleyrand never forgot, he re
treated toward the door Of the next chamber
his head still downcast, mis- eyes still looking
from beneath his darkened brow.
He spoke as he retreated backward-his
voice was full of meaning.
4 am the only man born in the Nelo World
that can raise his hand TO God and say
HAVE NOT ONE FRIEND-NoT oNE-M ALI
AMERICA
Talleyraud never forgot the Overwhelming
sadness Of that look which accompanied thes'
words.