Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1874-04-18
To James A. Garfield.

Ihou who dds ride on Chckamaugas day,
All solitary down the fiery line,
And saw the ranks OF battle rusty shine,
Where grand old Thomas held them from dis
may,
Regret not now, while meaner psgsants play
Their brief campaigns agaIn.t the best OF nIea.
For those spent balls of scandal pass their wsv
And thou shalt see the victory again.
Modest and faithful, though these broken lines
OF party reel and thine own honor bleeds
That mole is blind which Garfield undermires
That dart falls short which hired malice speeds
That man Will stay whose place the state as
And whose high mind a mighty people needs.
CObb's Island.
A favorite Washington watering place Is
Cobb's Island, or, properly speaking, sSand
Shoal," east Of Accomac, Virginia Mr. Chan
dler, formerly resident OF that region, tells me
hat II was purchased by Nathan Cobb, of Cape
Codd, Mass, in 1888, of a man named Billy
Fitchett, better known as Hard Times" cobb
gave either 100 or 80 bushels of Cape Cod salt
ior the island: The deed which Mr.. Fitche,t
ard given by the British government in colo
nial days. Since the war Nr. Cobb has been
O1ered 100000 for the island. They receive
between twelve and fifteen thousand dollars for
summer guests, and make as much more in
winter by fishing and by clans, wild fowl, ovs
tiers, and getting OFF vessels when beached by
storms.
A Convent Legend.
The General Moreau, that pure republican,
Who won at Hohenlinden 50 much glory
And 10y Bonaparte hated, crossed the sea to be
free,
Ard brought to the Delaware his story.
World renowned as he was, unto Washing ton
he strayed,
Where Pichegru, his friend, had contended
And TO Georgetown he rode, in search OF a
church,
To confess what Of good he offended.
The Jesuits' nest beckoned up to the height
Where pious John Carroll had laid il,
And the General knelt at the cell but to tell
His offence; yet or ever he said it,
voice in the speech OF his Bretagny home.
. From within, where the monk was 10 listen,
Exclaimed like a soldier "Ah me mon ami,
Take my place and sinful one christen!'
"For mine was the band that brought exile to
Cadoudsl, the Chouan, my master.
Broke my sword and my heart, and lost when
| crOst,
Both honor and love TO be pastor.
A knight OF the king and my lady at court,
AT the call OF Nendee the despised,
Into Pans | stole with q few, one or two,
AS assassins, to murder disguised.
son the third of Nivose in the narrowest street,
~, And never a traitor one to breathe it,
We prepared TO blow up Bonaparte with cart,
And barrel OF powder beneath il.
he came like a fash, dashing by, but behind
Poor folks and bis escort in feather,
horse,
We've torn all to pieces together.
To the guillOtine both Of my comrades were
sent,
But the Church, saving me for the tonsure
hid me on In the wilds, and my dame, to her
shame,
To be Pere sold me out from Monsieur:
And now abe is clad in the silk of the court,
And in the wool OF confessor,-
HAZE me not, ere hence you 60, Jean Victor
Moreau
And with France be my flames intercessor ~
"Linoelan priest! is 1t you that hear
IN this convent by washington's river?
An! France, how thy children are hurled round
the world,
Like the arrows from destiny's culver!
rake shrit Tor thy crime! Be ye pardoned
with peace,
Poor exile OF Breton, my brother!"
AND the cannon OF Dresden Moreau gave re-
lesse,
The bells Of the convent the other.
ARcTURUs GADABoUT.