Freeman's champion., 1857-08-13
Arnold the Traitor.

or power. Talleyrand secured pas
sage to America in a ship about t
sail. He was goinga beggar and
wanderor, to o strange land to carr
his daily bread by labor. ss,.
"Is there an American staying d
your house 2" he asked the Landlord
of his hotel---"I am bound to cross
the water, and would like to have 6
letter to some person Of influence il
the new world" ~
The landlord hesitated a moment
and then replied: ell 1u, aa .o
"There is person up stairs either
from America or Britain, but whethel
an American or an Englishman,
cannot tell. % '''.' .""' '.''
He pointed the way, and Talley.
rand--who in his life was Bishop,
Prince and Prime Minister--ascend.
ed the stairs. A miserable suppliant,
he stood before the strangers door,
and knocked and entered. t.a
,nIn the,far corner of adimly lighted
room, sata gentleman of some fifty
years, his arms folded and his head
bowed on his breast. From win.
dow directly opposite, food of light
poured over his forehead. His eyes
looking from beneath the downcast
brows, gazing in Ia lleyrand's face
with a peculiar and searching i'm.
preston. His face was striking in
its outline the mouth and chin in
dicative of an iron will.
His form, vigorous even with the
SHOWS Of fifty winters, was clad in q
dark, but rich and distinguished cos.
tune.
Talleyrand advanced-stated he
was fugitive, and under the impress
sion that the gentleman before him
was an American, he solicited hit
kind, feeling Offices.
! he poured forth his history in elo'
quent French and broken English
&C. am a wanderer-an exile.
am forced to fly to tho New World,
without friend or hope, You are al
American? Give me then, | be,
seech you a letter of yours, SO that
| may be eble to earn my bread.
am willing to toll in any manner
the scenes Of Paris have filed me
with such horror, that q life of labor
would bc Paradise to career o.
luxury in France. You will give
me a letter to one Of your friends
A gentleman like you has doubtless
many friends. s." 1.."
The stranger gentleman rose.--.
witha look that Talleyrand never
forgot, he retreated towards the door
Of the next chamber, his head still
downcast, his eyes looking from be.
meath his darEcned brow, He spoke
as he retreated backward; his voice
was full Of meaning;
"l am the only man born in the
New World who can raise his hand
to God and say-Ihave not one tyteno
--,not onc---i@ all Anerica !" grl
Talleyrand never forgot the over.
whelming sadness of that look which
accompanied these words,
" Who are you? he cried, as the
strange man retreated towards the
next room. Your name ?"
| "My name, with q smile that
had more of mockery than Joy in its
convulsive expression-'My name is
Benedict Arnold." .'A -.s'.
o Ho was going. Talleyrand sanl,
into the chair, gasping these words
| Vi" arnold, tic Zraitor"
| Thus you see he wandered over the
earth, another Cain, with a murder
cr's mark upon his brow. Even in
the secluded room at that Inn at
Havre, his crime found him out, and
forced him to tell his name-that
name the synonym of infamy.odI
Va The last twenty years Of his life
are covered with o acloud, from whose
darkness but a few CLEANS Of light
flash out upon tho page Of history
1.-The manner Of his death Is not
distinctly known. But we cannot
doubt that he died utterly friendless
that his cold brow was not moist!
ened with one farewell tear--that re,
morse pursuodliim to the grave whis.
pering John Andre l9and in his ears,
andrthatl the elmemory OF his course Of
iglory gnawed Like, cpnker at his
Thoart, murmuring forever True 10
Iyopr country, what might you have
been, q Arnold, the traitor?" NAE
iwWho shall dcpict the closingscene
|of thislwild dramaI2osWith a,tremr
i bling hapd, and hushod breath wo drop
| the curtain, and turn away from the
1aoath bed 'ofBehediA A,mcId. Noei
--TT-ry-ee-' -'-'s--rfiis od I
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