New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1870-10-13
JOAN OF ARC.
ANNA pIcKrNsoN's NEW LECTURE.

ANNA DICKINsON's NEW LECTURE.
At the New-England Church in Brooklyn,
r. D., last evening, Miss Anna T. Dickinson spent Il
hours delivering her lecture upon Joan Of Arc
before and profoundly attentive audience.
Among the said she, which time shall cOnsign TO
eternity, there is that absolutely stamped
with letters Of gold than that Of Joan Of Arc who ended
strife and won victory for the France that had brought
untold misery upon itself by illegally excluding wo-
from the throne. Joan was born in Domremy,
little village OF Lorraine which them now swept
by contending armies. Her father poor but indie
pendent farmer, whose sheep she tended Her mother
was good and pious woman who taught Jenny needle
work. so good "a hOrsewOman was the future heroine
that she often carried away prize the village tour
naments Friend and foe testify that she gentle and
benevolent. She wOutakc the bread and the cup from
her own lips to give To a beggar at the door, She
was devoted 10 religious exercises, and
might often be found PROSTATE before affairs and
shrines- Her priest said she was the only one
village who missed confession, and the only
one had anything confess. She fond
prOlOng his chimes. While her companions played, she
wandered under the free ssy in silent meditation, and
while they laughed she prayed.
her fathers house she could the great forests
of the VOsges, through which she doubtless often
srayed aud gathered vague inspiration from the solemn
derone of the trees DOmTemy stood at the crossing
OF two great roads, troops oftaycers passed. and
the tales they told of grew sadder and sadder
the years passed by. This girl intensely loyal Her
patriotism part OF her religion See her little face
listens 10 these tales, and mark the shadow of an
awful hope gathering upon 1t as she hears the proyerb
should be restored through girl OF the marshes of
Lorraine. Solitude, and nature, and prayer and faith
fed TINS hope. Jennys childhood went France
staggered 10 its DOOM Her love for her country was u
divine passion She adored France as she adored God
and that feeling beat down all things small and mean
aud base In her In vision she tells US ST. Michael ap-
peared and told her God had chosen her to crown the
King Charles VIZ ana drive out me armies o he VIC
tOriOus English Other visions followed Either these
were Facts they the results of gnatiOn. Who
ever admits themas facts writes hlInsen down deNOut
believer in modern sprtualism. Admit them TO be the
thinker the brayest soldier the %isest statesman and
the abest general Of her time. believe they the
Jenny had a bad time home and uncle who loved
her took her 10 his house, and then went her
ambassador 10 the Governor 70 that his niece
sent by God to raise the siege OF Orleans and crown the
King Fancy such message brought 10 Lincoln! The
sways nightly with the people Of the village
by her passionate love Tor France. she
her vision and says No power can bring help 70 this
unhappy King, but alone" And the young man and
bring her TO him. But meanwhile the king has heard OF
her and sends for her to come she 1Ol leagues
poor court makes itself splendid 10 receive this peasant
girl Alter much questioning she judged to be sent of
The command is given to her, with attendant knights,
and sword and banner stamped with the lilies Of
Them the embodiment of France, and by her faith and
her genius makes them crusaders All veness is swept
Orleans black charger, and clad ia
snowy armor, her face blazing with hope and
the town believed in the woman, great men
always have done. lAppIause.l But the little men
her soldiers Siyy against the enemy They fail and she
rallies the dispited French and leads them 10 victory
The next day Is the Festival OF the Ascension and Jenny
goes 10 pray. Again the little generals rush ont and
fail and again Jenny flies to the front and snatChes VIC
tory nom defeat
Her plan OF campaign was TO fight The next morn
ing, III defiance OF the generals and the council,
ana her soldiers beat 1t down. They attack one OF the
English towers, and fight in vain from till noon. In
An arrow strikes her shoulder and she falls into the
trench The woman weeps with pain; but the
The troops rest and eat and Jenny prays Then they
once more attack the English who look with terror
death the bridge between the towers falls into the river
the second tower is taken and everything is within the
Jenny VIII not night but holds that chahng army still
while the defeated English steal away.
All this has been done In days, and the eighth
they rejoice Then thus 1r With the splendOr Of genius
and the sublmlty OF common sense combined makes
Rheims che captures town after town, defeats the En-
gsh in the open hed, and routs the last remnants OF
the King is crowned, and that day is the crown Of
Jenny's life. All that human grandeur has TO spend
Rheims And them her work completed, she desired to
return home and tend her sheep once more. The King
is necessarily in tears and at prayer Envy and hate
surround her and she foresees her DOOM She goes
ernor cuts OF her retreat by raising drsWbridTe. and
she falls into the power OF her enemies.
Duhc VI burgundy Sells ucF 10 tne EnRlsn, ana
she ia lodged at Rouen. A whole year has passed
since her capture Her king her army her people have
deserted her. she must have thought that even God
ad turned away His face. She is alone utterly. Alone
has us s{ nonym-death She hears the happy Easter
is ana the people singing in the streets. Her heart
pleaks Ana then the pink Of chivalry. Warwick will
nave het NE saved for the King Of England has deter
mat she must die better death. They place her
Oh scanOlh and say, "Recant, be burned" She
SIRIUS n put az last she afXes her mark 10 six lines
prOlisg 10 let her hair grow and 10 wear armor no
more hsh they take away her and leave her only
arO ana se with naught else to cover her lnpocence
puts IL ON ana death with IT, ~ ~ "o4 ANNo'e'o0'
Inty instantly place her in and She rides IN tbe
scanOd through bristng lines of solderv and yelling
mulludes clanOring for her life Al Tho stLo are re-
judges, her murderers, and they preach sernon
accusing her OF every crime She n sient hnt |
they speak against her king and she cres x an
deathIess loyalty, You accuse the nohlns, Win
tlenan In CirstendOm." Then she mountS tSe gen
old. Around her the shouting faitbieSs ui
titudes Her last thought is for France Then ~ ,,
are heap he flames are lighted Hold befors u
the cross she says to the priest her only friend
Nothing Is heard but the cracking fame and hroha
whispers OF prayer. At the last mighty and tr |
unpkant voice cries the OF the Master she Serves
The head drops forward her breast She has fought
the good nght she has finished her she keut
the faith Even through fiery martyrdOm she has won
an immortal crown. For let us keep her In recollec.
ton with that remembrance which s than fame
IA pplause.l