Daily American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1852, 1852-01-10

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the prayers of stranger for your happiness in
this world and in that which is to come.
A GRATEFUL MOTHER.
| The Late Scenes In Paris.
| The Partisan correspondent of the Charleston
"News' says g / have heard the whistle of the
French bullets, and have seen the fearful effects
of their fire. The French are certainly the most
reckless people in the world, opposing bayonets
with their naked hands, for the people had no
arms and still they built barricade after barri-
| cade, and as soon as one was demolished erected
| another. You can form no idea from the papers
| how many were killed. The government pub
| fishes false representations of everything for,
having taken the entire control of the press into
its own hands, every journal opposed to it is i'm
mediately suppressed. The whole account of the
proceedings, as published by the government, is
unworthy Of credit. The people fought desper-
ately where the standard of opposition was raised
and were only subdued by superior force
Captain William Jesse, of Ingatestone, Essex,
who happened to be in Paris during the late rev.
olution, has published an account of the scenes
which he witnessed We extract the following
graphic account of the horrible massacre in the
Boulevards, on Thursday, the 4th December :
Z" Having written note / went to the balcony
at which my wife was standing, and remained
there watching the troops. The whole Boulevard,
as far as the eye could reach, was crowded with
them, principally infantry, in subdivisions at
quarter distances, with hcrc and there . batch Of
12-pounders and howitzers, some of which occu-
pied the rising ground on the Boulevard Poison
Mere. The windows were crowded with people,
principally women, teadesmen. servants, and chill
dren, or, like ourselves, the occupants Of apart
ments.
''The mounted officers were smoking their cigars
Ia custom introduced into the army, as have
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not very soldier-like one, but at such moment
particularly reassurring, as it forbade the idea
that their services were likely to be called into
immediate requisition. OF the Boulevard des
Italiens l could see but little, ON account of the
angle l have mentioned ; but in the direction of
the Porte st. Dennis could see distinctly as far
as the end of the Boulevard Bonnie Nouvelle.
''Suddenly, and while was intently looking with
my glass OF the troops in the distance eastward
a few musket-shots were fired at the head of the
column, which consisted of about 5000 men. In
a very few moments it spread, and, after hanging
little, came down the Boulevard in a waving
sheet of flame. Soregular, however, was the fire,
that at first | thought it was feu-de.oie for
some barricade taken in advance, or to signal
their position to some other division, and il was
not till it came within so yards of me that re-
cognised the sharp, ringing report of the ball
cartridge; but even then could scarcely believe
the evidence of my ears, for, as to my eyes,
could not discover any enemy to fire at, and
continued looking at the men until the company
below me were actually raising their ireocks,
and one vagabond, sharper than the rest, a mere
lad, without either whisker or moustache, had
covered me.
"In an instant dashed my wife, who had just
stepped back, against the pier between the win
dows, when a shot struck the ceiling Immediately
over our heads, and covered us with dust and
broken plaster In second after placed her
upon the floor, and in another volley came
against the whole front OF the house. the balcony,
and windows.
"The men, as have already stated, fred yolley
upon yolley for more than quarter of an hour,
without any return they shot down many of the
unhappy individuals who remained on the Boule-
ward and could not obtain an entrance into any
house some persons were killed close to the
door, and their blood lay in the holows round
the trees the next morning when passed at IL
o'clock"
DYING LIKE AN ARTIST. An old fiddler, re-
Gently found dead in Paris-from the fumes of
charcoal--on the floor Of his garnet, has left to
posterity the following auto-obitQary, which GER
tainly could only have been written by French
man. II was found near the body, which was in
state of decomposition when discovered
81 had talent once, and have occupied the high
est places in the orchestras of our first theatres.
| remember the greatest days of the opera COM
ique, when, dsdaining the noise of our modern
music, we produced sentimental harmonies which
went straight to the soul and tho heart. have
made q great deal of money, and have lived like
an artist-freely; and so shall die-like many
artists--in misery. You who read the letter Of
the old fiddler, take warning by my case. Young
men of talent, put in practice this old adage that
you must lay up something for a. rainy day
have neglected it, and die in penury. The COM
passion Of my fellow-artists would have doubtless
come to my assistance but had too much pride.
| should have blushed at recalling myself to the
memory of those who had known me in my days
of prosperity. Ipreferred, though could hardly
hold my bow, on account of my great age, to
take TO the streets, and become strolling must
clan. procured by this means the bare neces-
saries Of life, but every day rendered me more
and more incapable. | had counted upon the
kindness of God, and hoped to gain prize in the
great lottery. / had only been able to buy a
single ticket, number 4,947,989. IL it had pro-
cured me even the smallest prize, should have
peacefully terminated my old days; but as God
has decided otherwise, l resign myself to death.
Pray for the fiddler"
The wife of Col. Swan, late Auditor of Missis-
sipp, died o few days ago, in consequence Of
being severely burned in endeavoring to save her
child, whose clothes took fire.