Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1851-08-28
VOL. VI,
BATH NAME THURSDAY MORNING.

engaged inquired what mute should follow
to reach the chateau Of the Duke Of c.,
which is situated three leagues from the town.
was told that any one would direct me, as it
was well known to all in that part of the coun-
try. In that chateau had died great soldier
and celebrated man, Marechal Faber. The
conversation fell upon him. Among young
soldiers, this was all very natural. They
spoke Of his battles, of his exploits, and Of hia
modesty, which had led him to refuse letters
patent Of nobility and the collars Of the orders
rendered him by Louis XIV. They spoke in
particular, of the great happiness Of this sim
pie soldier in becoming Marechal of France,
he being nobody, and the son Of panter.-
1t was the only example which they could then
cite of such fortune, and which had during the
hfe-time of Fabert appeared so extraordinary,
that the vulgar could only account for his ele-
va,ion by resort TO supernatural causes. 1t
was said that he had passed his youth in the
pursuits Of magic and sorcery, and that he had
made compact with the devil. Our land
lord, who to the stupidity Of a Champenois,
Joined the creduli,y of our Breton peasants,
told us with great sang-froid, that at the Cha
,eau de c., where Fabert had died. they
had seen black man, who was stranger to
all, enter his chamber and disappear, carrying
with him the soul of the Marechal, which he
had formerly bought, and which belonged to
him, and that even now, in the month Of Nav,
being that in which the death of Fabert took
place, there could be seen in the evening, a
small lamp, borne by a black man. This re-
cital made our supper gay one, and we drank
bottle of Champagne to the familiar demon
of Fabert, praying of him that he would take
us under his protection, and that we might win
some such battles as those of Colloure and
Marfe
The next morning rose early, and took my
way to the Chateau of the Duke of c.. Ii
was an immense Gothic structure, which |
should not perhaps have remarked at any other
time, but upon which now gazed with min
gled emotion and curiosity, as it recalled to me
the tales which had been told by the old land
lord of the Armes-de-Franes.
The servant to whom addressed myself, re-
piled that he was ignorant OF his master being
visible, and could not tell whether or not he
would receive me. gave him my name, and
he retired, leaving me alone in a sort of sale
d'arnaes, decorated with hunting trophies and
family portraits.
waited for some time, and no one came in.
The career of glory aud honor of which have
dreamed, is to commence in this ante-chamber,
said l TO myself; and, already, discontented
snitor, began to experience impatience. l
had two OF three times counted all the beams
wainscoting 1t was that of a door hardly
closed, which had become partially opened.
gazed, and saw a very handsome bondoir,
lighted by two great windows and glass door,
which looked out on a magnificent park. l
made some steps towards this apartment, but
was stopped BY a sight of spectacle which
had no, at first struck my eyes. A man with
his back turned towards the door was about
TO enter was lying on the sofa. He raised
himself up, without perceiving me, and hast
ened suddenly to one of the windows. Tears
ran down his cheeks, and profound despair
seemed pictured on all his features. He re-
mained for some moments perfectly quiet, with
his head concealed in his hands. Then he
commenced walking with great strides up and
down the apartment. l was then close by
him-he saw me and sighed; while |, alarm
ed and annoyed BY my own indiscretion, sough,
to retire, babbling some words of excuse.
'Who are you, What do you wish !, he
said, in high voice, and holding me by the
arm.
Il am the Chevalier Bernard, of La Roche
Bernard, and / have arrived from Brittany
Il know, know he said, and he threw
himself into my arms, made me sit down be.
side him, and spoke warmly of my father and
all my family, whom he had we'll known, Sc
that doubted not of his being the master Of
the chateau.
you are Monsieur C.,' said to him.
He rose, and looked ixedly at me, and then
answered.
Il was him, l am not him, am nothing,'-
and, seeing my astonishment, he said,
Not word, young man, do not irterrup,
me-
If, sir, have, without wishing it, been a
witness Of your chagrin and grief, and if my
devotion and friendship can be the means Of
somewhat alleviating them
Yes, yes, you are right; not that you car
do any thing towards changing my fate, bu'
you can at least receive my last wishes, and
hear my last vows-i, is the only service thai
l can expect of you
He then closed the door, and came and seat.
ed himself by me. who tremblingly awaited his
words. There was something grave and sol.
emn about him. His physiognomy, in partic-
ular, had an expression which have never
seen in that Of any other person. His forehead
which l had atientively examined, appeared
marked by fatality, his face was pale, his
black eyes flashed, and from time to time, hi.
features, although affected by suffering, were
contracted by smile which was at the same
time ironical and internal.
That which am about 50 tell you,' he
said, will confound your reason. You will
doubt-you will not believe-even ] often
doubt still-I wish to do so-but the proof:
are here; and there is in all that surrounds us
in my organization even, many other mystic.