The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-01-26
TALLEYRAND AND ARNOLD.


vas ia tie darkest hour of the French
Revolution. Pursued by the bloodhound.
Of the Reign of Terror, stripped Of every
wreck Of property or power, T"lleyrand
secured a passage to America in a ship
about TO sail. lie was going y beggar
and a wanderer TO ange land, to earn
lis bread BY daily labor.
| lis there IN American staying at
your houses' he asked the la,diord Of his
hotel j am bound to cross the water,
and would like letter of some person OF
lnhuence 10 the New World
The landlord hesitated for moment,
and then replied,
/ There is gentleman up stairs, either
from America or Britain, but whether an
American or Englishman, | cannot tell.
lie pointed the way and Tale, rand
who ~ life was Bishop, Prince or Prime
Minister, sscended the stairs. A miser
able suppliant, he stood behre the stran
gers door, knocked and entered.
10 the far corner Of the dimly lighted
| room, sat a gentleman of some ffly years,
his arms folded AMI mis- head DO " ed OH his
breast. From a window directly oppo.
s,'e, food Of light poured over his fore
mead. HIS eyes, looking from beneath
the dow meas, brows, s,gaze ed in Tale and s
face with a peculiar and searching ex-
preston. His lace was striking in its
/ outline; the inohth and chin indicative OF
an IRON viii. HI. form was vigorous, even
With the SHOWS OF 6fy winters, was clad
| fn dark bu, rich aud distinguished cos
t,ihe.
Taliel Rand adSahced-s'a,ed that he
Was a tugitive; aud Under The impre,s on
that the gentleman before him was Am
offices.
lie poured forth l,s history in eloquent
French and broken English.
4 am a wshdeie,--an .x,le. attn
forced to fy TO the New World, without
"A friend or hope. loh are an American!
Give me. then, | beseech you, a latter OF
yours 81 that tiay bs able to earn my
bread. am willing to toll 10 any mau.
ner-lhe scenes Of Patis have filled me
with sHch hbrror, ,hat A life Of labor
would Ue paradise to a career OF luxury
IN France. You Will give me a letter to
one Of FOUR friends. A gentleihan hke
you. has, doub'less many friehd,.'
The strange gentleman rose. With a
look that Talleyraud never f.rgo', he re-.
iieated towards the donr Of the next
chamber, his head still aowncast; his ey
looking still from behind bis darkened
brow. He spoke as he retreaiel bacR-
wards; his voice Was full Of meaiihg,
Il am the only Han born in the New
World who can raise his hand to God aud
America
Talleyrand never forgot the oter&hel-
ming sadness Of that luuk which accom-
panied these words.
who are you" lie cried, as the strange
gentlehiaH retteated to&ard the next
room. Your name!
wy 6ame, ,'--with a smile that had
more o. ntockery than JOY in its convuI.
live exprss,iou,-My name is Benedict
Ainodp
lie was gone; TalIeyra nd sank ID d
chair, gasping the words.
'Ardolu, the traitor!'
Thus you see lie wandered over the
earth another Cain, with a murderers
mark upon his brow. Even in the seclu-
ded room at that Inn Of Hasre; his crime
found hlm out, and forted him 10 tell his
nane--tlIal name the synonyme Of lnfa,
my.
The last twenty years of his life we're
covered with cloud, from whose dark
ness but few CLEANS Of light fash out
upon the page of history.