The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1881-07-07

kept burning night and day. Although no
more of the gay scenes of former years
were enacted in the house it was still open
to all corners, who were welcome to food
and lodging. She gave advice with the
same willingness as ever, and never ceased
IN her eudeavors to accomplish good. She
| had through her practices acquired some
money, which she invested in property. tho
revenue of which, and the contributions Of
| people she had befriended. served to sup
port her in her declining years. She lay In
her bed during many long days, bealing
ill-wil to none, listening to the converse
ton of the unfortunates who crowded her
yard, for they had but to push open the
gate and enter, and we're never disturbed.
Marie always remained true to the people
ct her section, and during the war of the
ebellion she did all in her power to assist
the southern interest, hiding and caring
for the devotees of the lost cause and
their property at the risk of her own goods
and liberty. Before her memory became
weakened by age and illness, she was full
relate 10 those who understood how to ques-
ton her. A favo1ite subject with her was
the life of her father, to whose picture she
would refer her auditor. He was greatly
honored and served in the legislature of the
state. She spoke of visit of his to San
Domingo, and breakfast which he gave
there upon which he expended thousands
of dollars. She alluded in touching terms
to Governor Claiborne's young Tennessee
bride, who died soon after her arrival here,
and was carried with her dead babe upon
her bosom to lonely grave in the corner
of the Old American Cemetery. Mazereau.
the man of brilliant eloquence and dissolute
habits, was favorite Of hers, it being said
by some that he was one of the most ardent
of her youthful lovers. Sometimes she told
of the strange little mar, with the brie ht gilt
tering eyes, Aaron Burr, who spoke 80
pleasantly, while yet 80 dangerous. He
sought her out and enlisted her sympathy
the day after he come ashore at the levee,
and though she thought him a strange, bad
man, his future history always concerned
her, and she eagerly sought news Of his
movements. She was proud of her inter-
view with Lafayette, who, when he visited
New Orleans, over fifty years ago, called
at her house and impaired warm kiss up
on her forehead at parting. Mary Laveau
was one of the band of colored people who
escorted to the tomb, long since dismant-
led, in the old Catholic cemetery, the re-
mains of the scared and grizzly French
general, Humbert. The hero of Castlebar
was often visitor at her house, and she
was rich with an anecdote concerning him.
The pious Father Antoine, of blessed mem
ory, met her often at the bedside of the
dying, she to ease their sufferings during
their last moments in this life, and he to
give hope of salvation in the life beyond.
Marie Laveau, one of the most wonderful
woman who ever lived, passed peacibly
away. Her daughter, Nine. Philomel Le-
gendre, the only survivor of all Captain
Glapion's chi .dren, who possess many of
of the characteristics of her mother, and
Nine. Legendre's two pretty daughters,
lninistered to the old lady's last wants.
She died without struggle, with smile
tightening mp her shriveled features. She
was inferred in her family tomb, by the
side of Capt. G.apion, in the old st. Louis
Cemetery, and with her is buried the most
thrilling portion of the unwritten records of
Louisiana. Although Marie Laveau's
history has been very much sought aft er,
it has Dever been published. Cable has
endevored to portray her IN the character
of Palmyre, in his novel of the "Grandis-
simes." The secrets of her life, however,
could only be obtained from the old lady
herself, but she would never tell the small
est part of what she knew, and now her
lips are closed forever, and, as she could
neither read or write. not scrap is left to
chronicle the events of her exciting life.