Iowa capitol reporter. [volume] (Iowa City, Iowa) 1841-1855, 1851-08-20

Hoa 1uer 10 divert
the a. troops from what
was a began to laugh and
joke with E who were In his inn
mediate vitS:ity. Look out for that
sharpnel, curater he exclaimed sud-
denly.
Dumanet had no time to cross him
self. however; for the shell, before the
words were out of the commanders
mouth, had struck him. His alright
ed horse reared and plunged, but the
divinity student kept his seat, though
one Of his arms dangled as loose from
the shoulder as the pennon of his
lance from its staff. Without word
Of complaint, or even a grimace OF
pain, the poor fellow rode off to an
abulance near at hand where an
apothecary boy, who had protested
to be surgeon in order to escape
the conscription, sat, surrounded by
the wounded, crying: Not so many
at once. lcan't cut everybody's legs
off at the same time
Dumanet took his seat quietly up
on the wreck Of caisson, and, waited
for his turn. 1t was but short time,
however, before two lancers came up
bearing between them the comman-
der, one of whose thighs had been
carried away by acannon shot. Du-
manet, with extreme politeness, arose
and relinquished his seat to his old
prosecutor.
The sham surgeon was speedily in
attendance upon the officer. After
a long examination of the wound, he
turned, withIe air of great sagacity,
to Rossigni md remarked: you
have lost |ght leg, sir
'ReaR kat's a great piece
of na len you all this
time ton Ut? Ifyou are not
more exp Is in your dressing
than in yod amiration, | shall lose
the other befbfe you get through; for
| see that CURSED curate yonder, and
the balls will be sure to follow him.
Almost as he spoke we heard a
crashing of the branches of little
clump of trees under which the am
bulance had been stationed. A fall
succeeded, and the head of Dumanet
rolled at our feet. 1t was the last
shot fired.
DO you see that exclaimed Ros-
signol, raising himself upon his seat.
Take it away! But no matter; he
has come for me Ill followr And
he fell back corps.
In respect to his rank as an officer,
a grave was dug for Rossignol. 1t
was beneath an aged oak, marked
and SCARED by bullets, upon which
we rudely cut his initials and the ca
gle of the empire. As some of the
men were burying him, heard them
saying among themselves. What
a devil Of a fellow the commander
was, and how he used to abuse the
curate! Let's put them together, and
see if they wont wake up better friends
at the day of judgment And they
tossed the body ofDumanet down up
on that of Rossignol
SCouNDRELIsM.- following is an
extract from an abolition lecture de-
livered at Danvers, Mass, at a late
gathering of fanatics on the sabbath
day by the p, Parker Pillsbury:
George kshington waded in
blood thf wight years war; he
then wsil lsyew rich in sell
lig- Ealing their
freedezs Hin and the
plains o Hand Concord
The vilestn Cow that floats on the
Danube is obler craft than the
proud frigatet onstitution."
Rank treason, for which the author
deserves to be hung, and his pollut-
ed soul turned into He'll with all the
nations that forget Cod
How FRArERNAL.-The SEWARD or
gans in New York let slip no oppor-
tunity to hit the Compromise" Pres
dent, as they sneeringly style Mr..
FILLMORE. Here is the latest one
from the Albany Knickerbocker:
Thank We FOR NorHING.-The State
Register, Rochester American, and other
supporters of the mongrei admins
tration at Washington, are trying to
be satisfied with the endorseme mt
which Fillmore receives from the
Wings of Pennsylvania, Ohio and
Vermont. These endorsements are
very much like the certific ates of char
acter given to poor servants. "You
won't do for me, Biddy. Here's a
recommend, and ! hope you'll get
another place as soon as passible.
A CELEBRATED AgTlsr DEAD.-The
last foreign steamer brings intelli-
yence of the denth If Daguerre, the
1iscoverer Of d Daguerrean art
tie died in Fraf 8, his native country,
On the 18th a = the age of 60.