The state rights democrat. [volume] (Albany, Linn County, Oregon) 1865-1900, 1870-12-16
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JOAN OF ARC. ra rms
PERSONAL APPEARANCE OF THE MODERN
HEROINE or FRANCE.

no0 Deoru RoOo many fumofo o.
the ridiculous modern "Maid Of Or.
leans, Joan Of Arc" who has Just up.
peared here, but did not see her til
yesterday, when / was meekly coming
up from little shopping in the town.
/ heard o good deal OF shouting In the
distance, and presently came upon 8
crowd which was thronging round thii
young woman. The people were
shouting q good deal. but she man.
aged TO make herself heard as she ap-
parently possesses good lungs. She
was standing on q doorway raised by q
fight Of s.eps above the crowd, and
leaning on banner, after the attitude
Of her celebrated prototype in pictures
Of the coronation Of Charles VII. a
She is o very handsome, tall young
woman. with the flashing eyes, white
teeth aud cheek Of Italy. She might
he pretty Italian boy, dressed up TO
act girl, but Tor the masses of dark
hair. She was dressed fancifully, sf-
ter joan of Arc. She wore sort Of
hamlet, breastplate. short, full, pet
ticoat. just like the pictures you see OF
La Pucelle or Of the other lady war
ior, Jeanne de Monfor, and altogether
she made quite o striking picture
When she spoke TO the people it was q
clear ringing voice, that sounded some.
how ~ all sounds do on q bright frosty
day. ! give you -
THE YOUNG LADY's SPEECH.
Ny countrymen-as nearly as I can
remember her words, she said-My
countrymen, I cry to you with the
voice Of the past. Listen TO me, and
through the perils Of to-day you will
hear still the old glories and the old
sorrows Of France. Once more our
country is insulted, polluted, massa-
cred by the presence OF the stranger.
Once more she is profaned by brutal
force-trampled under brutal feet
MORE Francel' "Notre belle Francer'
But once more, as in the days Of old.
she rouses like a noble lioness to cast
these miserable foreigners from the
land they have stained with blood
Once more she rends open beneath
their feet the dark abyss Of her majes-
tic wrath. and points to them that
there Is but one step more for them
Fl ON their glories TO their graves
Once more q weak voice, o woman q
voice Chat was her modesty. her voice
was about as weak as an Aberdeen
fish wife's") cries TO the sons Of France
TO rise as their fathers rose and fight
as their fathers fought. What shall
strangers enter our France and con-
quer. aud 60 forth TO tell their tale?
No! thousand times no! Stifie their
boastings in their hearts blood. Let
their last act OF hostility to your land
be to bite its dust in death. Oh, my
countrymen, to arms! to arms! Let
every hand be hero's, every man q
warrior. every weapon q thunderbolt
to crush some Prussisn foe. must
to our soldiers; must lead them under
this sacred banner; / must lead them
on to victory. I believe no more in
defeat. There is no defeat for pat
riot fighting for his country; for II he
dies his death is victory, and he will
not live unless he lives conqueror.
Oh, il our land must fall, she shall
fall like Samson. crushing each enc
my's life out in the noble DEATH To
arms, my countrymen! to arms! and
may the blight of shame slay off each
Frenchman who fears the Prussians
or who shrinks from Death!
ENTHUSIASM.
Perhaps this seems to you, as you
read it, only some ordinary French
talk, bu: the peculiar enthusiasm, the
good looks and romantic appe arance
Of the speaker. produced great effec,
upon the bystanders, who cheered her
and applauded her vociserously. Be.
sides, she had at least that most strik-
ing quality in an orator, an apparent.
ly intense belief in herself and hez
own words. - - % '''' :
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