Weekly Trinity journal., 1872-08-10
A PERsEyERING REPORTER,

We do not know what punishment the
council of war will inhict on Marshal
Bazaine, but we do know that, in the
meantime, the defender Of Metz is sub
jected to terrible ordeal. Torturing,
quartering, hot irons applied to the soles
of his feet, in short, all the punishments
of antiquity and the middle ages, were
nothing compared with what M. Bazaine
is condemned to submit to at this mo-
ment.
1t may be called the torn,ents of re-
porterage. M. Bazaine is the victim of
the reporters of the fifteen or twenty Paris
dailies.
At six o'clock in the morning a reporter
presents himself to the Marshal
Excuse me, monsieur, for waking you
so early"
"Do you come from my counselW
mo, monsieur; come in the interests
of lie Rtdre Petrolten; the most enter
prising journal published in Paris. On
your account, we shall publish three
editions to-day, and even fourth if it be
necessary. All, monsieur, you are q
greater success than Troppmann."
The Marshal does not seem to be fat
tered by the comparison.
The chron.eler now began to ask ques-
tions and take notes
"How did YOU sleep last nipht?n
''Very WE'LL"
SPY your leave"
"Whst are you doing 2"
making sketch of your bed. There,
that will suffice, think. Did you
dream7"
"Yes.n
"What?"
~ don't remember"
"That's pity; but I will invent a
dream - something quite remarkable.
You dreamed, for example, that you were
at Metz, and that you were killed leading
column against the besiegers."
"But-"
"You will be satisfied with my inven-
ton, never fear. Did Madame la Mare
chale come to see you last evening?"
eyes"
"Did you kiss her 2"
Certainly"
"On which cheek?"
"What has that"
''Oh, that is very important, monsieur"
"Well, kissed her on the forehead"
Excellent. l am much obliged, and,
by your leave, will call again by-and-by."
About twelve O'Clock, just as the Mar
shal is sitting down to his dejewaer, the
reporter returns.
''Do not put yourself out OF the way,
Monsieur le Marechal, l beg. Go on,
please, as though l were not here. 1 ar
rive in the middle Of your dejeuner.
am sorry"
"Why so?'
II intended to arrive at the beginning"
"In order to breakfast with me?"
"No; in order to know what you break
tasted on"
hi IilO blohOo uiO Sllll OlI Jllc LdDlt.
"IreS 6ten! An omelet, stewed kid
neys, asparagus. All prepared to your
taste?"
'The omelet was little overdone."
"Ah! And how is your appetizer"
"Who cares to know"
"Pardon me, Monsiener le Marechal,
you have no idea how these particulars
interest our readers. When, for exam
pie, we were able to give the bill of fare
Of Troppmann's dinner, VIC could safely
increase our edition ten thousand"
"What are you doing now?"
Making sketch of your dining
ROOM"
At about four o'clock p. NJ. the reporter
calls again.
"How have you spent the time since !
left your"
Walking in the garden"
"Alone?"
"No; with one of my aids s-de-camp."
"Have you read the papers?"
zone only, La Putrte."
81 will make hasty sketch of your
garden. and return at o'clock for the
bill of fare of your dinner"
At eleven o'clock the reporter, in spite
of every obstacle, makes his way into the
Marshal's sleeping apartment"
NJ. Bazaine sits up in bed to receive his
visitor"
"Ah, how fortunatel arrive just at
the proper moment"
"Are you going to poster me long In
this manner?"
"Until the day you are condemned"
M. Bazaine replies with grimaee.
"You will allow me TO sit down in this
chair" says tho chronicler; II will retire
when you put out your candle. En- at
te,,ddnt, will make sketch of your
nightcap."
Were the Marshal's judge / would
condemn him to pass the remainder OF
his life under the surveillance of the re-
porters.
What punishment!-but how richly
he has merited it !-Adrien H1art.
We have It from information that
comes reliably, that L. f. Lane, one of the
candidates on the Democratic Electoral
ticket in this State has withdrawn, and