Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1848-09-06
TaIleyrand and Arnold.

rived in Hnvre, hot foot from Paris.
was in the darkest hour Of the French Rev
olution. Pursued by the bloodhounds q
The Rsignof Terfor,slrippe OF every wrecl
of property or power, Talleyrand SECURE
: b passage TO America in ship about t
sail. He was going beggar and wan
derer to a strange land, TO earn his brea
By daily labor. -.
!, rs there an American staying at you
housel' he asked the landlord Of his, hotel
Il am bound to cross the wafer, and woule
like letter to some person OF influence ir
tho New World
y, The landlord hssitated moment anc
then replied:
There is a gentleman up stairs, either
from America or Britain, but whethers an
American or an Englishman, cannot tell.
He pointed the way, and Talleyrand-
who in his life was Bishop, Prince, and
Prime. Minister-ascended the stairs. A
miserable suppliant he stood before the
strangers door, knocked and entered.
In the, far corner ofa dimly lighted room
sat gentleman of some fifty years, his
arms folded, and his head bowed on his
bredst. From window directly opposite,
a flood Of light poured over his forehead.
His eyes looking Gen beneath the down.
cast browss gazed in ralleyrand's face with
s4peculiar and searching expression. His
face was striking in outline; the mouth
and chin ipdioaifve Of an iron will. His
form, vigorous, even with the SHOWS of
fifty winters, was clad in dark, but rich
and distinguished costume. !.
Talleyrand advanced stated that he
vas fugitive and under the impression
that tle7gentleman before him was an A
merican, he solicited his kind and feeling
Offices. . ..
He poured forth his history in eloquent
French and broken Englishl.
II am wanderer-an exile. am forc-.
ed to nv to the New W World, without a
friend or home. You are an American!
Give me then, beseech you, letter of
yours. so tho, may be able to earn my
bread. - am willing to toll in any man.
ner-,he scenes in Paris have filled me
with such horror, that life of labor would
be paradise to one ofluxury in France.
You will give me n letter 10 one of
your friends. gentleman like you has
doubtless many friends.
The strange gentleman rose. With a
look that Tnlleyrand never gorgot. he re-
treated towards the door Of the next cham
be., his head still downcast, his 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 in the New World,
that can raise his hand to God and say
/ have not friend-not one in all Amer
icaI'
Talleyrand never forgot thesoverwhelm-
ing sadness Of that look which accompani-
Cd these words.
'Who are you?' he cried, as the strange
man letreated towards the next room.-
your nams!'
sMy name'-with smile that had more
of mockery than joy in its convulsive ex-
pression-'my name is Benedict Arnold
He was gone. Tolleyrand sank in a
chair gasping the words
ARNOLD the tratorP
- Thus you see he wandered over the
..vth, another Cain, with the wanderers
mark upon his brow. Even in that seclu-
dad roo,u at that Inn of Havre, his crimes
Eonnd him cut, and forced him to tell his
n.me-that name the synonyme Of infa-
my. r, ,c
The last twenty yecra Of his life are GOV.
efed with cloud, from wSose darkness but
a few CLEANS of light flash out Upon the
,,oa Of history,