Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1860-01-18
StOrming of the BastiOn.

In one of our concluding chapters of Char
les Reade's great story, ''Whi Lies" occurs
the following description of an attack of 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 aud fearful interest:
'.This won't do comrade must CO. L shall
| attack your position So l shall 90 that line
and bring men up. Meantime pick up my
detachment. Give me good piece of vet
Grams shall get one word with you before
we go out. God bless you.'
''God bless you. Raynall''
The moment Raynal was gone, Cammille
beckones, a lieutenant to him and ordered
half the brigade to form a long column on
both sides of Deaths Alley.
His eyes fell upon the private Dard.
.'Come here" said he.
Dard came and saluted
''Have you any one at Beaurepaire who
would be sorry if you were killed."
Eyes, Colonel Jacinth that used to make
your BROTH
Take this line to COL Raynal You will
fiud him with the 18th Brigade"
He wrote a few lines in pencil, folded them
and Dard went off with them, little dreaming
that the Col. of his brigade was taking the
Beaurepaire.
Col Dujardin then went back to his tent
and closed the aperture, and took the good
Book the priest had given him.. and prayed
humbly. and forgave all tire world.
Then he sat down, his head in his hands
and theasht of is-child, and how hard it was
to die and never see him.
One sad sob at this-only one.
Tbar, h. t.,J a oao,rdla sa,IaJ ~ L. -
ders of valor.and wrote line begging that
they might be sent to his sister He also
sealed up his purse and left memorial that
the contents might be given to disabled SOL
diers of his brigade upon their being inva-
lided
Then he took out Josephine's letter.
.'Poor coward" said he, ''let me not be
unkind. See. burn your letter, lest it should
be found, and disturb the peace you prize SO
highly l too. shall soon be at peace, thank
Godl'' He lighted and dropped it on the
ground; it burned slowly away; he eyed it des
pairingly. LAY, you perish, last record of
unhappy love; and as you pass away, so am
going-my soul to my creator, ny body to
dust-aye, poor letter. even so passes away
my life, wasted by Generals not fit to COM
mand Cpyporals guard-my hopes of glory
and my dreams of love-it all ends to-day, at
nine and-twenty."
He puts his white handkerchief to his eyes
had given it to him. He wept
a little, not at dying, but at seeing his life
thrown awav,
When he had ceased weeping, he put the |
IN his bosom, and the whole |
man was transformed beyond the power of
language to express. Powder does not change |
more when it catches FIRE. He rose that mo-
nent and went like fash of lightning out OF !
he tent The next became down like a fall |
ION between the lines of the strong columns
o Deaths Alley.
''Attertion.'' cried the sergeants, ''the Col |
mel !"
There was a dead silence, for The bare
nght of that erect and inspired. figure made
he mems bosoms thrill with the certainty of
,rcat deeds to come; the light of the battle
vas in his eye. No-longer the moody Colon
i, but thgader bolt of war, red hot and
eady to be launched.
Officers. seargents, and soldiers, word
nth you"
LA Croix-''Attention"
'sDo you know what has passed here FIVE
ninutes ago?"
1.-The attack of the bastion was settled"
ried captain
ut was; and who was to lead the assault
o you know?'
"Eo.''