The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1879-02-13
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There was day when Tallyrand ar.
rived 10 Nayre, In great haste from Paris
Il was Ia The darkest hour Of lhe French
revolution Pursued by the bloodhonnds
OF The reign Of terror, stripped Of every
wreck of property or power, Tsllyrand
secured passage 10 America and was
about to sail lie was goioR a beggar
and wandeter 70 strange land, TO earn
his bread by bis daily labor.
Is there any American staying al your
house he asked he landlord Of his hotel.
am bound across the water, aud would
Ike q letter to some person OF influence
IN the new world.
The landlord hesilsted moment, aud
then replied;
There is gentleman upstairs, either
from America or Britain; but whether
an American or EngH.hman cannot
tell
He pointed the way aud Tsllyrand,
who in early life was bishop, prince And
aiterward prime minister, ascended the
stairs. A miserable supplisnt, be stood
before the strangers door, Knocked and
entered
In the far corner oi the dimly lighted
room sat gentleman OF so years, his
arms folded aud his head bowed on his
breast. From window directly oppo-
site, food Of light poured over his fore
head. His eyes, looking from beneath
the dow ncast brows, gazed in Tallyrand's
face with peculiar aud searching expires.
sion. His face was striking in It's outline,
The mouth and chin indicating al iron
viii. His form, vigorous, even with the
SHOWS OF fifty winters, was clad In q dark !,
but rich and distinguished costume,
Tallyrand advanced, stated that. he was
fugitive, and under the impression that
the gentleman before him was an Ameri-
can, be solicited bis kind feeling and ofi-
ces, pouring fourth his history IN eloquent
French aud broken English.
am wanderer-an exile am
forced to fy to the New World without a
ray Of hope. You are al American.
Give me, | beseech you, letter of yours
so that may earn my daily bread. am
willing to toll in any manDeT; the scenes
In Paris have filled me with such horror,
that life Of labor would bc ! paradise 10
career of luxury in France. You will
give me letter to one Of yonr ffiendsY
The strange gentleman rose. With a
look that Tallyrand never forgot, be re-
treated toward the door OF the next
chamber, bis head still downcast, his eyes
looking still from behind his dsrkened
brow. He spoke as he retIeated back
ward-his voice was full of meaning
am the only man born In the New
World who can raise his hand TO God and
say, | have not a friend, not one, in all
America!
Tallyrand never forgot the overwhelm-
Ing sadness Of The look that accompanied
these words
Who are you? be cried, as the strange
gentleman relresled toward the next
room Yoar usmeY
Ny name @lh smile that had more
Of oflnockeiy ban joy in ils expression
My name is BetediCt Arnold!
he wa- gone, Tallyrand sank IN q
chair, gaspipg the words:
Arnold, tie frHioI ona who ha. be
trayed his country
Thus Arnold wandered over The car'h /,
another Cain, with wanderers mark on
his brow. Even Ia that secluded room
al that inn Of Ilayre, his crime found him
ont, aud forced him 70 tell bis name that
! name the synonym oi infamy
The last lwenly lears Of Arnold. Ifs
were covered with cloud from whose
darkness but few CLEANS OF light ftsh
out upon the page Of history.
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