The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1876-07-27

sure " mike u personal enemy OF every
Judge before whom he pleaded He had in
deed most incapable and prejadiced bench
arrayed against him. He got into the hot
test kind of a personal quarrel with Wis
count and Lady Monck, who neither Oh,
tanned, merited, nor indeed sought to
achieve the popularity so well won and
worn by the Earl of Dufferin and
his charming wife. At last he drifted into
a lawsuit which became cause celebre
One Brown built dam that flooded the
Coloners land, whence, invaitbly, a lawsuit.
The judcs were certainly wrong, and the Col
onel naturally exaggerated their hostility
and ascribed it to sinister motives, relieving
his mind by pamphlets and personal attacks.
1t was for many years an even thing
whether Gugy vs.. Brown would ruin the
plaintiff or defendant first. All the colonial
courts were against the Co;enel, but the
indomitable old man carried his case to the
foot of the throne, aud crossing the ocean
trice pleaded it in person before the law
lords in his seventy sixth year-and won
Colonel Gugy was thrice married. By each
of his first and second wives he had one
daughter; these ladies subsequently married
one with distinguished lawyer of Hamil-
ton, another with an advocate at Montreal
His consuming ambition was the birth of
son to succeed to the family name, and on
the death of his second wife he vowed never
to marry another woman till she had borne
him an heir. An episode as romantic as
that in the life Of MIR. Lewes and .'George
Eliot" and oil the more romantic because
Of the excessive ''morality" of Canadian so>
cial life, followed. The old man-old only
in years, however, found woman to accept
him on these terms After the birth of two
daughters the desired son was born, where
on the marriage was formally celebrated
and the other children duly legitimated.
The bog, who inherited his ancestors brill
liancy and high temper, received some
months ago severe but unsupported injuries
through the kick Of q horse. When at last
it was discovered that he had been gravely
injured he was sent to Bermuda, but last
month the steamer brought his remains
back to this port. The blow undoubtedly
weakened the old man, though he did not
show it, and last week. after conducting his
usua! business, visiting the city and taking
hearty meal, he turned to his estate at
Darnoc laid down and died suddenly and
painlessly, as be6tted man who, for
over sixty years, had led the stormiest of
existences, and had burnt faringly the can
die at both ends, engaging in physical and
mental strife necessarily, and often from the
mere desire to drink the delight OF battle.
His name dies with him; but the strain Of
fearless combativeness, immence vitality,
keen intellect aud intence Toyism that lasted
through three generations, deserves com
memOrati0n.
Colonel Gugy was devoted lover Of
children and horses and considered
riding the only exercise it beftted gentle
man to take. 1t may be imagined that amid
a simple, fervent, patriotic people, such as
that with which he resided, apart from the
prejudices which attached to his political
and military career, the terrors of his free
thinking won for him tremendous reputa-
tion-such as it was. History said that on
one occasisn he had ridden his horse in ut
the church door and up and down the aisles,
concluding his sacrilege by letting the ami
NAL drink at the receptacle Of holy water.
Whether or not this was true-and, to judge
from the daredevil spirit and splendid
Craftsmanship Of the Colencl, it probably
vast earned for him the name among the
simple country folks of LIE Diable, and af-
ter each thunder storm the old mans re-
appearance was greeted with sort Of won
der, rs if the devil had forgot his own,
at least for space. When he was seen
riding down the road, erect as boy, pious
mothers made all haste to get their children
n-doors before the devil could cast the evil
eye on them. The little ones, however, did
not share in this panic, and invariably ran
to the roadside to be noticed and perhaps
lifted to the saddlebow and treated to ride
The passion that the old man had for
horses seemed returned by the dumb ami
mails. Had he been veritable Orpheus
they could not have thronged around him
more eagerly. Almost the last occasion on
which the writer saw him was when he was
mounted. with baby belonging to some one
Of the neighbors on his knee, and dozen
colts nosing round him for their dole Of
cake, or apple, or, at least. patting. "Af>
ter ALL" said lie Diable, mo matter what
they say Of me, cant be so bad if the
horses and the babies like me-"