The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1874-12-06

your bloodthirsty enemies. Disguise your
selves, and mount your horses then II and my |
servants will leave the house by the principal
entrance and while thus draw off the atten- |
ton of the butchers myself, you may be
able to make your escape along the walls At
the Smiths Gate there is o breach through
which it will not be difficult for you to gain
the open country, and your horses will secure
you from being overraken."
De Chatillon and Van Gistel joyfully en-
braced this last hope. The governor-general
put on the clothes of his castelar,, and Van
Gistel those of one of the meaner servants;
the thirty remaining Frenchmen led their
horses frsm the stables and made them ready,
in order that they might fly with their COM
mauder.
When all were mounted, De Mortenay and
his servants issued forth into the street, in
which the butchers lay, as it were encamped.
The latter, having no suspicion of deceit, stood
up, and regarded with careful scrutiny all
those who accompanied the encouragement.
But soon the cry, "Tbe Lion for Flanders!
Whose is French is false! strike home! to the
death~ resounded in another street, and the
| gathering hoofs of horses at full gallop were
| heard round the corner. In the greatest haste
the place whence the sound had come; but it
was too late. De Chatillon and Van Gistel
had escaped. OF the thirty men who accom-
| panied them twenty were struck down, for
they were assaulted by the foe on every side;
but fortune was propitious to the two knights.
They fed to the city-wall, and reached the
Smiths Gate then they sprang into the moat,
and swan across it at the peril of their lives.
De Chatillon's groom sank with his horse, and
was drowned.
The butchers had pursued the flying French
men as far as the gate; but when they saw
the enemies they most detested disappear be-
tween the trees in the distance, they ragged
and yelled in baffled wrath; for now their re-
yeuge seemed to them unsated. After remain
ing some moments gazing on the spot where
De Chatillon had disappeared from their view,
they left the wall and returned to the Friday
Market-place. Soon another tnmult arrested
their attention. From the centre of the city
arose shout of mingled voices, filling the air
with prolonged sounds of rejoicing as though o
prince were making his festal entry. For
some time the butchers could not distinguish
the triumphant cries. for they came from toe
great q distance; but by degrees the exalting
crowd drew nearer aud nearer, and the shouts
became intelligible:
.Long live the Blue Lion! Long live oul
Dean Flanders is free"
An innumerable multitude, consisting of al
the Inhabitants of Bruges, poured ltsel
= through the streets 10 dense throngs. The &C
!, CARNATIONS of the liberated Flemings echoed
. Back from the houses, and filed the city a
. with the booming of thunder. Women AM
= children ran confusedly amongst the arme'
=. guildsmen and the joyous clapping of thei
- hands mingled with and barmonised the unin
terrupted shouting, "Hail! hail to the Blu
, Lion !"
From the midst of this crowd rose whit
;, standard the waving folds of which wa
~ wrought, in blue silk, lion rampant 1t WI
the great banner of the city of Bruges, whic
- had for 30 long time disappeared before I'll
m lilies of France. Once more 1t came forth fro
az its concealment into the light Of day; now
-, waved over the PROSTATE bodies of its foe
- and the resurrection of this holy standard VI
greeted with ton thousand shouts of rejoicin
mr. A man of small stature bore the banner, al
or with his arms crossed over his breast pressed
to his heart, as though IL inspired him wi
Ter the deepest love. Abundant tears flow
on down his cheeks--tears of love Of fatherla
a min gled with tears of 10Y and sadness; and
"a unutterable expression of happiness. beam
7 from his every feature. He who had shed
tear for bis greatest personal misfortunes, n
I'M. wept when no brought back the Lion to
~. city of his fsthers-to the altar of freedom.
pe All eyes were turned towards this man; a
" the cries, along live Deconinck! Hail to
tho Blue Lionw were echoed and re-echoed @
las. louder and louder. AS the Dean of the Clio
workers drew near to the Friday Market-pl
Van holding aloft the standard, an inexpressi
oh hoy filled the hearts of the Butchers; they,
non swelled the exulting shout of victory, 6
my ciappea 1nelr nanuS WIN AN III
hen purst Oh love- breS uei fusue" o"sotiS W AZ
the banner, and stretched his impatient ha
I be towards the Lion. Deconnck resigned ii
Won him, and said:
"There, my friend, this hast thou this
an won,-the palladium of our freedom" Brey
onararad nothinu-hie heart was too