Memphis daily appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1847-1886, 1868-06-01
nEMPHIS APPEAL
A wOMAN's PERSEVERANCE,.

Boston. One day, whilst crossing the
market-place, he was compelled to stop
by a long row Of wagons, all loaded with
vegetables. Thewily courtier, generally
SO dead to emotion, could not but look
with a kind of pleasure at these wagons
and the little wagoners, who, by-the-by,
were young and pretty eouhtry-women.
Suddenly, as the vehicles came to a
stand, the eyes of NJ. de Talleyrand
CHANGED to rest upon one Of the young
women, who appeared more lovely and
graceful than the Others. An exelama-
ton escaped from his lips. 1t attracted
the attention of the fair one, whose
country dress and large hat bespoke
daily visits to the market. As she be-
held the astonisbed Talleyrand, who she
recognized Immediately, she burst out
laughing.
What is it your" exclaimed she.
Yes, indeed, it is I. But you-what
are you doing here ?"
IL" ssid the young woman, am
waiting for my turn to pass q / am
going to sell my greens and vegetables
at the market"
At that moment the wagons began to
move on, and she of the straw hat APP
piled the whip to her horse, told NJ. de
T~alleyrand the name of the village
where she was living, and requesting
him earnestly to come and see her, dis
appeared, le4zing him as if riyeted to
the spot by his ssnge apparition.
Who was this young market woman ?
Madame la Comtesse della Tours-du-Pin,
fMademoiselIe de Dillon, the most ele-
CANT among the ladies of the court Of
Louis XVI, King Of France. and whose
moral and intellectual worth had shone
with such dazzling lustre in the society
Of her numerous admirers and friends.
At the time when the French nobility
emigrated she was young, lively, en-
lowed with the most remarkable talents,
and, like all the ladies who had held
a rank at court, had only had time to at
tend to such duties as belonged to her
highly fashionable and courtly life.
Let any one fancy the suferings of
that woman, born in the lap Of wealth,
who had breathed nothing but perfume
under the gilded ceilings of the royal
palace of Versailles, when all at once
She found herself surrounded with blood
and massacres, and saw every kind Of
danger besetting her young and beloved
husband and infant child. They sue
eeeded in fleeing from France. 1t was
their good fortune to escape from the
bloody land where Robespierre and his
associates we're busy at the work Of
death. Alasl in those days Of terror
the poor children themselves abandoned
the parental roof, for no hiding-plaee
was secure against the yigilant eyes Of
those monsters who thirsted for innocent
blood. The fugitives landedin America
and first went to Boston, where they
found the fashionable and pretty lady,
spoiled from infancy by loud and con
tinued praises of her beauty
Monsieur de Ia Tours-du-Pin was ex-
t-ravagantIy fond of his wife. At the
court Of France he had seen her, with
the proud eye of a husband, the object
of general admiration. Indeed her con-
duct had always been virtuous and ex-
emplary but now, in a foreign land,
and among unsophisticated republicans,
QT93) what was the use Of c%ourtly re-
fnements? Happy as he was in seeing
her escape from all the perils he had
dreaded on her account, still he could
not but deplore the future lot of the
wife Of his bosom. However, with the
prudent foresight of a good father and a
kind husband. he nerved himself against
despair, and exerted himself to render
their condition less miserable than that
of many emigrants, who were starving
when the little money they brought over
with them had been exhausted. Not a
word of English did he know, but his
wife spoke it huently and admirably
well.
They boarded at Mrs. Muller's, a
good natured notable woman, who on
every occasion showed the greatest re-
spect and admiration for her fair boarder.
Yet N. de Ia Tours-du-Pin was in con-
slant dread lest the conversation of that
good, plain and well meaning woman
be the u Of great eaam to his
lady. What a contrast to the society of
such gentlemen as N. de Norbonne, N.
de Taleyrand, and the high minded and
polished nobility Of France ! Whenever.
thinking of this transition, Especially
when absent from his wife and tilIing the
Of the cottage they were going to
inhabit), he felt such pangs and heart
th~robtiags as to make him apprehensiye,
on his seturn to Mrs. Muller's, to meet
the looks Of his beloved wife, whom he
expected to see bathed in tears. Mean
the good hostess would give him
a hearty shake Of the hand, and repeat
to him Happy husband happy hus-
band p
At last came the day when the fugitive
left the boarding-house of Mrs.
to go and inhabit their little cot
-age, where they were to be at least ex-
smpt from want, with an only servant, a
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gardener, footman and cook--the last
junction NJ. de la Tours-du-Pin dreaded
most of all to see him undertake.
1t was almost dinner time. The emf
yrant went into his garden to gather
iome fruit, and tarried as long as posi-
BE. On his return home his wife was
ibsent. Looking for her, he entered the
litchen, and saw a young eountrywoman
With her back to the door, kneading
her arms of snowy Whiteness bare
o the elbows. NJ. de La Touis-du-Pin
the young woman turned round,
Z was his beloved wife, who had ex-
hanged her muslin and silk for a coun-
ry dress-not as for a fancy bali, but to
,lay the part of a real farmers wife. At
he sight of her husband her cheeks
rimsoned, and she joined her hands IN
suPplicating amer So my love
aid she, " don't laugh at me | am as
as Mrs. Muller"
Too full of profound emotion to speak,
lie elasped her to his bosom and kissed
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