The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1877-02-13
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sai From the Baltimore Sunday News.lI
There was aday when Talleyrand ar
rived in Hare, hot foot from Paris. 4 1t
was the darkest hour of the French rev,
|olution. Pursued by the reign of terror.
stripped Of every syestige of power and
Iproperty,ahe securedla a passageto Amer
ica in 8 ship about to sail He was 60
ling wanderer to. strange land to earn
bis bread and butter. aeil
"Is there an American staying at your
hotel ~ Jhe asked the landlord 81 am
bound across the water, and would like
afetter to person OF influence 8 in the
New World. "s2ats = - .ai"'s.@
The landlord hesitated a moment and
then replied : :, =. = '.'.''1 r - -
s.TRere Is d gentleman up stairs who is
either an American or an Englishman,
but which / cannot tell" .ti',51'i'24 = - ~
! He pointed the way, and Talleyrand,
who in life was bishop, prince and prime
minister. ascended the stairs. A miser-
liable supplicant he stood at the strangers 8
door-knocked and entered. N'''-a 's,...
In The far, corner, of dimly lighted
room sat q man Of some fifty years, his
arms folded and his head bowed on his
tbreast From q window directly oppo
Isite d fool Of light poured, over his fore
thead His eyes gazed into Talleyranl's
face from beneath his downcast brows
with peculiar. and searching expression
His face was striking in its outline; the
Emopth and chin indicative OF an iron
viii his form, vigorous even with the
SHOWS 'of City winters, was clad il rich
land distinguished costume, ~ ssg ~
i-T aaSysaud asavaucediA ohfessed that
he was a fugitive and that, under the i'm
| preston that the gentleman before him
was an American, lie solicited his kind
and feeling offices He poured forth his
history in eloquent French and broken
English. ssN.s - i.'l'4 -
'a'sI am, d wanderesr.2-an exile. 1 am
forced to fly 10 the New World, without
a friend or hope Ypu are an American
Give me, then, beseech you, a letter,
that I may be able to earn my bread l
am willing to toll in any inannerAthe
scenes of Paris have filled me with such
horror that a life of labor would be a
paradise to q career. Of luxury in France.
You will give me letter TO one of your
friends. A gentleman like lyou has
doubtless many friends" 9iijil SUI Frea
The strange gentleman rose With a
look that Talleyrand never forgot, he re
treated toward the door Of the next
chamber, his head still 7downcast, his
eyes still looking from behind his dark
ened brow He. spoke as he retreated
back ward and his voice was full of mean.
ing - 'os 70 1.,oa Us i'An lD2nH
81 am the only man In the New Wond
who can raise his hand to God and say,
have not q single friend, not one, in all
! America DAR ,laf nifG s95IsE 5siiS
Talisyrapd never forgot the overwhel-
ming sadness OF the took which accom-
| paried these words. oj {feeeSs3G u e.
"Who are your, he cried, as the
strange man aretreated toward the next
ifdoor5 as.Y our name r'a 'l2s3Iihs s7a
/ "My .name," said he, with a smile
which had more Of mockery than OF JOY
in its convuIsive expression, 'is Bene-
| diff IArht,fdn saa HjGG ai3! VTsy'
He was gone. Talleyrand sank into
the chair gasping the words: 9asT 2ri
"Arnold, the traitor!"a" yl'ei mo7l
Thus he wandered over the earth-an-
other Cain, with the murderer's mark on
his brow. The last :wenty years of his
life are covered with cloud, from whose
darkness but few CLEANS Of light fash
out upon the page Of history 81 q