The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1874-02-19


AND DEArH.-The Constable of Bourbon
and the Chevaiier Bayard had long been
friends, and the latter now used every effort
to reconcile the hiyh-spiriled soldier with
the many enemies whcn the intrieues of
tn ; vindictive DGchesse d An ,ouleme had
excited against him. Unfortunately for
Fra ce, his etfOr were not successful;
Bourbon was driven to revolt, and joined
the emperor, who Immediately appointed
him to the command of the Army of Italy.
The French, who had again lost Milan,
were led by Admiral Bonnivet, to whose aid
the king sent Bayard; but the gallantry OF q
subordinate could not atone far- tRsss.c..cos- Of
the conmandFr. BOURBON was successful
at all points, and defeated his own country
men ON every occasion. Hard pressed in
the valley OF Aosta, at the pass 'ge OF Sesia,
the French leader was wounded, and re-
signed command Of tine Army to Ba, ard.
Placing himself at the head OF his troops.
he beat back the enemy, but on
approaching the bridge was mortal
tally woui ded by stone shot from an ara
besque. "Have mercy on me, Jesuss' he
exclaimed, and sank on his saddle-bow. He
was lifted from his horse and placed under
tree. his face, as he desired, turned toward
the enemy. and, holding the cro,s-hilt OF his
sword before him like crucfix, he calmly
awaited bis end. Some Swiss soldiers offered
to carry him on their lances, but he declined,
saying that his hour had come, and be wish
ed to pass it TRANQUILITY in prayer. The enc
my, instead of rushing upon their prey, as
was the barbarOus custom OF those semi saw
age days-days which we can not, with
Burke, regret that they are past-iormed,
when they heard that the dying man was the
illustrous Bayard, silent and respectful cir
Gle around him, Tue Constable OF Bourbon
was deeply affected. and expressed great sor-
p m M nil mn in
in so afflictiug situation. 'Grieve not tor
me-" said the hero; Il die In the discharge
OF my duty, fighting for king and country;
but rather grleve tor yourself, who are III
arms against them."
The Marquis of Pescara had tent placed
over him. and priest at bis bedside 10 soothe
his last moments After making his conies-
sion and sending his adieux to his king and
country, ne died, surrounded by weeping
friends and admiring Toes, April 30, 1924, in
the forty-eighth year of his age. With his
fall the campaign was closed. The French
lost every thing-sianIards, ordnance, aud
baggage. 1t was NO longer an orderly Re treat,
but rout, like the light of the French from
| Waterloo. Bourbon said, when Bayards
| death was announce to him, France little
kCows how great is the loss she has sustained
| this day." Like his German contemporary,
| Frousperger, aud many ot1er great soldiers ot
the sixteenth century, Bayard had detesta-
tiOu VI Hre-drlNS, dS IL uc udu preStutiucut
that he vas to fall Dy one. SIT is shame,"
he often said, that brave man should be
killed by miserable porgun against which
he cannot defend himst lf.-JAMEs GRANT
WILSON, in Harpers Magazine JOr March.
REMINDED HIM OF A LITTLE ANEoDoTE-
"A Washington correspondent Of the Cincin-
natl Gazette says that a. lady p and her hus-
band in that city have largely supDorted
Government officials and living on the viands
there provided. Breakfastng ON mush and
milk at their lodgings in a fashionable part of
city, they saved enough by these Iorasing ex-
| pedItions to secure handsome visiting outfit,
| cards and gloves. But theii tricks were at
last found out, and the peripatetic par had
to flee ANONYMOUSLY. TIE story reminds US
OF one told OF an eccentric character in ''Rus-
sells Memoirs OF Tom Moore, who, on be-
ing pressed as to how he got his living, made
this frank avowal: ION Sunday / alw ays
dine with an old friend of mine. where 1 ,at
enough to last me until Wed esdav. Then /
buy some tripe, which hate, and that makes
me so sick that l can't eat anything until
Sunday again.