The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-12-14
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Storming of the Bastion.

| lies, occurs the IollOWlng description
! If an attack by the French upon the
Bastion St. Andre, during the wars Of
Napoleon. The picture of the event
has no superior in the language for
graphic description and fearfulinterest ;
"This won'tdo, oomrade must 60
| shall attack from your position So
| shall go down the line and bring men
up. Meantime pick up my detach-
ment. Give me a good spice Of vet
Grams. I shall get one word with you
before we go out. God bless you !"
"God bless you, Raynal "
The moment Raynal was gone, Ca
mile beckoned a lieutenant to him and
ordered half the brigade to form a
strong column on both sides of Deaths
Alley,
His eye fell upon private Dard.
"Come here" said he.
Dard came and saluted.
Have you any one at Beaurepaire
who would be sorry if you were killed ? y
eyes, Colonel, Jacintha, that used
to make your broth.
"Take this line to Col Raynal =
You will find him with the 18th bri-
gade."
He wrote few lines in pencil, fold
ed them, and Dard went of with them,
little dreaming that the Colonel of his
brigade was taking the trouble to save
his life because be came from Beaure-
paire.
Colonel Dujardin then went into his
tent and closed the aperture, and took
the good book the priest had given
him, and prayed humbly, and forgave
all the world.
Then he sat down, his head in his
hands, and thought of his child, and
how hard it was to die and never see
him. One sad sob at this-nne only.
Then he lighted candle, sealed up
his orders of valor, and wrote line
begging that they might be sent to his
sister. He also sealed up his purse,
and left memorandum that the con-
tents might be given to disabled sol
diers of his brigade upon their being
invalided.
Then he took out Josephine's let
ter.
"Poor coward" said be, "let me
not be unkind. See, l burn your let
ter, lest it should be found, and dis
turb the peace yon prize so highly
l, too, shall be at peace, thank God ="
He lighted it and dropped it on the
ground, and it burned slowly away
He eyed it desparingly "Ay, you
perish, last record of an unhappy love;
and as you pass away, so | am going
my soul to my Creator, my body to
dust-aye, poor letter, even so passes
away my life, wasted by generals not
fit to command acorporal's guard-my
hopes of glory, and my dreams of love
it all ends to-day, at nine and TWEEN
ty."
He put his white handkerchief to his
yes-Josephine had given it to him.
He cried a little, not at dying, but at
seeing his life thrown away.
When he had done crying, he put
his white handkerchief in his BOSOM
and the whole man was transformed
beyond the power of language to ex-
press Powder does not change more
when it catches fire. He rose that
moment and went like fash of light
ming out of the tent. The next he
came down like falcon between the
lines of the strong column to Deaths
Alley.
Attention !" cried the sergeants,
.'the Colonel. "
There was a dead silence, for the
bare sight of that ersct and inspired
figure made the mems bosoms thrill
with the certainty of great deeds to
come; the light of battle was in his
eye. No longer the moody Colonel,
but thunderbolt of war, red hot and
waiting to be launched 69
"Ofieers, seargeants, and soldiers,
a word with you" a
La Croix-" Attention"
"Do you know what passed here
five minutes ago 2"
"The attack of the bastion was set
tied" cried captain,
1t was; and who was to lead the
assanlt-do you know.
"No!n pr
"A Colonel from Egypt 2"
A groan from the men.
With detachments from other bri
gades.p
All an angry roar
Colonel Dujardin walked quickly
down between the two lines, looking
with his fiery eyes into the mems eyes
on the right. Then he came back OF
the other side, and as he went hi
lighted those mems eyes with his own.
1t was torch passing along a Hne 0
ready gas lights. "'rhe work to u.s.
he cried in voice like clarion, (it
6rad thn hoo rts as his eve had fired I h,