The Evansville daily journal., 1853-05-20

honors offered him by Louis XIV. Thev
spoke especially of his great good fortune in
reaching the rank of Marechal of France.
from being only private soldier and the son
of printer, they could recollect no parallel
case, but they said the vulgar were not afraid
to attribute his elevation to supernatural
causes. -
They said that he had from infancy been
occupied with magic, and that he had made
league with the evil one. And our host. who
was very credulous as we'll as very blunt at
tested with much GOODNESS that at the castle
OF the Duke de c., where Favert died.
black man whom nobody knew. had been seen
to enter thesschamber and return again bring.
ing with him the soul of the Marecaal. that
he had formerly bought, and which of cour,e
belonged t him. and that now again in the
month of May-the anniversary of his death
they had seen in the evening little light
appear carried by the same black man.
This account added to the pleasure of our des-
sert, and We drank bottle of champagne to
the health of the famil;er Of Favert, hoping
he would also appear to US, and help US to be
successfulin battle.
The next day arose early, and lost no time
in reaching the castle of the Duke de c.,
an immense Gothic building, which looked
upon with curiosity mingled with emotion, as
recalled to my mind what had heard the
evening before at the hotel OF the "Arms de
France"
The servant who admitted me thought his
master would not be able to see company.
| gave my. name and was left in sort of pic
ture gallery.
waited long while without receiving any
\ n q N 10 bo hov,
pected glory. | left Disconnected and impa.
tient. / had already counted the portraits two
or three times, and the posts on the platform
as many, when heard a slight noise on the
other side of the wianscot. 1t was door inn
perfectly shut. which the wind had blown
open. l perceived very pretty boudoir
which looked down upon magnificent park
was stepping into this apartment, but stop
ped suddenly at an unexpected sight. A
man with his back turned to The door was
reclining on a sofa; he arose without seeing
me, and went to the window. His ewes were
filled with tears, and deep despair seemed
printed upon all his features. He remained
some time immoveabie, and then began TO
walk hastily across the room, when he started
at Pe'celving me. left ashamed at my in
discretion, and attempted to retire utterug
some words of excuse.
"Who a-e you! what do you want!' said he |
in strong voice, holding me tight by the
arm. 7
IL am the Cheva'ier Bernard, of Roche
Barnard, and came here from Briton"
81 Know understand it," said he. inter-
ruPting and cordially embracing me. He then
seated me beside him, and spoke earnestly of
amy ather and the family. with all of whom
al
"You are NJ. c." inquired I.
He raised himself, and looking straight at
me answered, 81 was him once, now | am
nothing" Observing my asionishment, he
excliimed-"Not another word, young man:
question me no fasiher.'
After long pause, said, "Tf, sir, have
been witness, without intending it, of your
grief, ard fmy devotion, my friendship can
in any way relieve it." ~
"Yes, yes, you are kind: bnt though You
cannot change my lot. you msyreceivc my
last wishes, and my last vows;-this is the
service require Of you" He then closed the
door and fixed his eyes upon me. There was 1
some thing more grave and solemn in his ap-
,earance than had ever beheld in any other
'eisDn, and Itrembled with anxiety while wal,
ing for him TO speak. He was greatly distress 4 i
ed; his features contracted by an ironicai $
smile evidently striving to Conceal his feel
ngs. When he could command himself suf-
iciently, he said: :
"What am going to relate will confound
1our reason. You will doubt; you will not :
believe. At times il is hard for me to realize Ii
he truth, yet there are proofs in all that sur
ounds me, and in my organization; aud there
ire mysteries that we are obliged to suffer
without being able to comprehend"
CONCLUDED ronoRRow.) "