Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1881-09-14

from the insults OF the savage eololeiy,
and she and her two children with the
servants were sent down the nvef In Q
boat, and overlook her husband at
Louisville.
Blannerhassett was q ruined man. He
was arrested by the United States au.
thorities, and confined in the Richmond
jail to await trial. It was at this triai
that William Writ achieved his greatest
elories as an orator. He was counsel
for the State, and while he Numbered
against Burr, he yet pied for BANNER
hassett with an eloQuence 50 pathetic,
20 persuasive and 80 over-bearing, that
the tribunal Of justice was moved 10
pity. GAN the beautiful and grand
said Writ, "were the decorations oil that
peaceful isle before the destroyer came.
A shrubbery that Shenstone might have
enyied blooms around him. Music
that might have charmed Calypso I'M
her nymphs is his An extensive IL
brary spreads its treasures before hin;
Peace, tranquility and innocence shed
their mingled delights around him.,
Soon came the change, for Burr had
been there, and Blannerhassett had
been BETRAYED into the wildness oil am
bilious adventures. "Greater objects
have taken possession of his soul. dis
imagination has been dazzled by visions
OF diadems, of. stars and OF titles oil
nobility. He has been taught to burn,
with restless emulation, at b names Oh
great heroes and conquerers. dis en-
chanted island is destined soon to re-
lapse into q wilderness; and, IN q lew
months, the beautiful and tender part
ner of his bosom, whom he lately per
mitted not the winds Of summer to visit
too roughly, we find shivering, at mid
night. on the winter banks OF the OHIO,
and m~ingling her tears with the tor
rents, that froze as they fell"
Burr wal acquitted, and, OF course,
Blannerhassett being only an accom-
plice, was set at liberty. But he was
ruined. The security which Burr had
given for borrowed money had falled.
He was q poor man, and, as such, resio'
ed for a while on a cotton plantation IN
Mississippi, but afterwards moved 70
Canada. where he practiced Jaw. In
1922 he went with his family to Eng.
land, and finally died on the island OF
Guernsey at the age OF 6S. Mrs. Blan.
nerhassett and three children returned
to America, where she died in 1877 at
the residence Of her son in New York
city.
To some people the isle OF Banner
hsssett NAV not be of interest, but, to
one who is acquainted with its history,
and who can sympathize with the great
and good man whose name 1t bears, IL
is surely worth a visit. There Is little
left to tell what it formerly was. The
gravel walk from the mansion to the
river, which was overshaded by arbors
and clusters of vines and ivy, is now
utterly destroyed. The mansion was
burned down in 1872, but the cut stone
steps TO its doors are yet TO De seen.
The we'll is also remaining, n IS NIFTY
four feet deep and eighteen in clrcum'
ference, walled up with shingles taken
from the Ohio river. A rough dlshgur-
ed locust which is mentioned as having
stood at one corner OF the dwelling IS
pointed out. A large sycamore
growing out OF the cellar OF the mansion
is standing, and affords the traveller an
opportunity to cut a cane as a memento,
which opportunity We all made use OIL
Although the island is under cultiva-
ton, it seems lonely and forsaken. Deep
stiffness impresses the visitor with a
OF melancholy. Lord Byron
once said that the greatest honor that
could be done him was to repest his
on the banks oil the Ohio. He
was honored on that August evening,
for l could not but repeat to myself
these lines from Don Juan, describing
the home OF Haidee, on one OF the Cy-
clades islands, to which Blannerhassett
island may be compared:
THE isle Is now all desolate and bare:
Its houses down, It's tenants pass away"
When the sun was going down, we
returned up the river. AS my COM
rades rowed the skiff and sang songs to
the music, 1 looked back toward the
now bathed in the gorgeous
splendors OF the setting sun, and as the
light skif tilted over each little billow
and PLAYED in the water as 1t flashed
and glowed and danced in the sunshine,
I thought Of all the checkered annals OF
that beautiful island, and remembered
again the lines OF him who wished his
poetry 10 be read on the banks OF the
Ohio:
"Such In the aspect OF this shore
IT'S Greece, but living Greece no more!
So colby sweet, so deadly fair,
We start, for soul Is wanting there"
HU MAXWELL.