The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1859-12-21

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words. Those who were present de-
scribed the scene as singularlv impress
sive and affecting. The three old mer
sat near him as he spoke; and the
emotions of that hour Of trial were Sc
/ wildly Reproduced in their minds
that, at the close, they laughed and
wept as they had done on the same
day fifty years ago.
In conclusion, the speaker referred
to the officer whose humane stratagem
had preserved their lives. "Since
that day." said he, "I have never
heard of him. / did not even learn
his name but he is ever remembered
in my prayers. Most probably he died
a soldiers death on one of the many
fields of slaughter which interviewed
between Jena and Waterloo; but if he
should be living, it would cheer my
last DAYS on earth if | could reach
him with single word of gratitude.
In the same year there lived-and,
no doubt, still is living-in LYONS an
invalided and pensioned captain of the
Napoleonlc wars. After life of vi
cissitudes, he found himself in his old
age, alone, forgotten, poor Men no
better and drawer than he had achieved
distinction by some lucky chance for
time had come to Others, and others
had begotten children to cheer and vi
talize their declining days. Him the
world had passed by, and for years he
had been living a quiet, silent, pinched
life, by the aid Of his scanty pension.
His daily resort was cafe. where he
could see and read the principal Euro
pean journals, and perhaps measure the
changed politics of the present time by
the experience of his past life.
One dav in November 1856, he en-
tered the cafe as usual, took his ac-
customed seat as he was wont to do,
and picked up the nearest paper. Il
happened to be the Augsburg ALICE
meme Zeitnng but he had spent some
wears in Germany, and understood the
language tolerablv. His attention was
attracted by a letter dated Jena.
Jena !" he thinks-"I was there too;
what is going on there now ?" He
reaks a little further celebration at
Waldorf. Waldorf The name is
familiar; where have I heard it ?" AS
he confines his perusal, the old cap
tain's excitement so unusual circum-
stance. attracts the attention of all the
other habiues Of the cafe T" Grand
Dieu, Davoust Waldorf the ten
men-the pastors son Did I dream
such a thing, or is this the same ?"
Forgotten for years and years -effaced
by hundred other military adven-
tures-o7erlaid and lost in the crowded
stores of soldiers memory, the scene,
came to light again. Ike pastors son
still lived, still remembered, and thanked
the preserver of his native village |!
Many long year had passed since
such glow warmed the chambers of
the old mans heart.
That evening he wrote to DIR. -,
in Leipzig. He was i'll, and but few
months distant from his last hour; hut
the soldiers letter seemed like Prov
idential answer to his prayers, and
frightened the Pickering close of bis
life. A manly and affectienate cores
pondence' was carried on between the
two while the latter lived. The cir
cumstance became public, and the deed
was officially recognised in way most
hattering to the pride of Capt. La
motto. The Grand Duke of SAKE
Weimar and the King of Saxony con-
ferred upon him the orders of their
respective houses, which were followed
soon afterward by the cross of the le-
gion of honor from Louis Napoleon,
and an increase of his pension, which
assured him ease and comfort the rest
of his life. A translation of the doc
tors narrative, published in the French
papers, drew attention to him, and he
was no longer neglected frequenter
Of the cafe. He was known and hon
ored, even without his three orders.
Cast thy bread upon the waters,
and thou shalt find it again after many
days"