THE AMERICAN,
TUP IMAMnCDIMP ftA lib letij r i hm.hl fiH in r. thy l.n wU, mm I ttm . I
riiM-nu nil.
T nigla il U lt il.t ly shliuntf, the
InDiant Ut aie prUing in a Vy f meUn
tholy t alnuo , tliv hti!l whirlings cf louth
f?U.'si!..,jr,,l..! bleak and evil healing arc in.
creasing: w hiding about and bursting into vi.
Unl Masts, with their harsh and hissing guti(
the v arc ping tb height f Monttnattice.
A man is Mainline tl vrry summit of the
hill, lii length ncdidiadow, thrown out by the
in xin' pal Wain, darkens the rocky ground in
tlic distance. Th traveler is purveying the huge
city lying t hi ft t tlio city of Paris from
whose profundities are cast up it tow ers, cupola,
domes, and steeples, in the bluish moisture of the
harbor; while from the very centre of this sea of
tone is rising a luminous vapor, reddening the
slurry a are of the sky ahovc. It is the distant
light of a myriad lamps which at night, the sea
son for pleasure, is illuminating the noi-y capi
tal.
" No," said tho traveler, "it will not ho. The
Lord surely will not suffer it. Twice is quite
enough. Fivo centuries ago, the avenging haml
of the Almighty drove me hither from tho
depths of Asia. A solitary wanJerorer, I left in
my track moro mourning, dispair, ditastcr and
death than the innumerable armies of a hundred
devastating conquerors could have produced. I
then entered this city, and it was decimated.
Two centuries ago that inexorable hand that led
me through the world again conducted mo here;
and on that occasion as on tho previous one, that
scourge, which at intervals tho Almighty binds
to my footsteps, ravaged this city, attacking first
my brethren, already wearied by wretchedness
and toil. My brethren! through me tho la
borers of Jerusalem, cursed by tho Lord, who is
my person cursed the race of laborers a race al
ways suffering, ulwaysdisinhcrited, always slaves,
who, like me, go on, on, on, without rest or in
termission, without recompense, or hope; until
at length, women, men, children, and old men
die under their iron yoke of self-murder, that
othors in their turn then take up, borne from
Hv to H on ',0'r W'M 'nJ? but aching
shoulders. And lice again, for tho third time,
in the course of live centuries, I have arrived nt
tho summit of one of the hills which overlooks
tho city; and perhaps 1 bring again with me ter
ror, desolation and death. And this unhappy
city, intoxicated in a whirly of joys, und noc
turnal revelries, knows nothing about it oh ! it
knows not that I am at its very gate. Hut no !
no ! my presonco will not bo r source of fresh c
lamity to it. The Lord, in his unsearchable
wisdom, has brought me hither across France
making me avoid on my route all but the hum
blest villages, so that no increase of the funeral
knell has marked my journey. Ami then, more
over, tho spectre has left mo that spectro, livid
and green, with its deep blood-shot eyes. When
I touched the soil of France, its moist and icy
hand abandoned mine it disappeared. And yet
I feel the atmosphere of death surrounding me
still. There is no cessation; the biting gust of
this sinister wind, which envelope mo in their
breath, seem by their envenomed breath to pro
pagate tho scourge. Doubtless tho angor of tho
Lord is appeased. Maybe, my presence hero is
meant only as a threat, intending to bring those
to their senses whom it ought to intimidate. It
must ho so; for were it otherwise, it would, on
the contrary, strike a loud -sounding blow of
greater terror, casting at once dread and death
into tho very heart of the country, into tho bosom
of this immense city. Oh, no! the Lord will
have mercy; He will not condemn me to this new
aflliction. Alas! in this city my brethren are
more numerous and more wretched than any
other. And must I bring death to them? No !
the Lord will have mercy; for, alas I the seven
descendants of my sister are at last all united in
this city. And must I bring death to them?
Death! instead of that immediate assistance they
stand so much in need of? For that woman
who, like myself, wanders from one end of tho
world to the other, has gone now on her everlast
ing journey, after having confounded their eue
mies' plots. In vain did she foretell that great
evils still threatened those who are akin to me
through my sister's blood. The unseen hand by
which I am led, drives that woman away from
rae, even as though it were a whirlwind that
swent heron. In vain she entreated and im-
a
plored at the moment she was leaving those who
are so dear to me.
" At least, 0 Lord, permit me to stay until I
shall have finished mv taskl Onward! A few
days, for mercy's 6ake, only a few days! Onward
Ijleave these whoui I am protecting on the very
brink of an abvss Onward 1 Onward I And
i..t, nUlhi? t . tU ft.tMno. of my own' Ntt 11M II, MlrMntM k I'eam Mtufif l
lift) hrf i-.e tra I. I in I tVt tint the tT. thr tth, prf!illHjt lb .. ) mpb.n,. ft th
spun ! 'in) ttr e ltl up ! t f atf.il rholrta, mi I the mm iMipluaUe jbr(mi,
dangri the. diiH t- Mill nflrsli2 th,w l it prate's and lb trsuH. in JU t til
mi, mv, l id hll U. d.Mfudsuli of my iLlrr ' l ' imilr i idemi.- d inmil th .ild tt
fiijH "tho. .- M.h f.r insy renturir i rll Vnou thftt h ii tb ho!rm fml bi..k
lm i'Pjmi... I mv m.r? Wilt thu purd.m m rut in Pmi, it had tkn n wide and iiuimnml.
In them? Will tii.i-i puni.li mr in them? OhnM lsv. and, n! metoorabk.a inMjr.l wind
lad thrin that they iimv oby tb lt wlh of prevmhd duiing Hi utmost lirrcen"
thrir aui'fMor, tuid ihm that they may join
their hfith) hflri, their powerful Mrenglh,
their bi ll wisdom, nd their lmuieiic wealth,
and wok t'elhcr for th future happine f
mankind, thereby, perhaps enabled t ransom
me from my eternal penalties. Let those divine
word of the Son .f Man, "Love ye one another!"
be their only aim; nod by the assistance of their
all-powerful words, let them contend against and
CHAlint L1V
111 R KSIiAXT IH TH K W AM'KMIN" JW.
That lonely wayfarer whom we hae beard o
pluintively urging to be relieved of his gigantic
iiunlen of misery, spoke of 'his si-ter's descend
ants' being of all ranks, from the working man
to the king's sou. They were seven in number,
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n I u. ,.i l.u.l ii It. a t'nrti 1 VI4' l.in J iii I to I'nrtl ill.
vanquish those fulso priests who have trampled . , , . , ...
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in iIik iii'i.i'iiil tr li)vi fii iii-iire. Mini bono coin-1 ....
mandetl by the Savior, setting up in their stead
the precepts of hatred, violence, and dispair.
Thoso false shepherds supported by the powerful
and wealth of the world, who in all times have
icen their accomplices, instead of asking here
below a little happiness for my brethren who
lave been sillVriug and groaning for centuries,
hue to utter, in Thy name, 0 LordUhat the poor
must alwavs bo doomed to the tortures of tins
The son of the King of Mundi had lost his
father and his domains in India by the iircsUti-
l.ln nt Pti.rliwl. un.1 U'ual 1 .11 1 ill liltn I'lillf'P
world, ami that it is criminal in 1 Inn eyes tliati, . , . . , , . ,1 ,t.n
' . . . . Djalmu. Spite of atlempti to mako Ins departure
distinguished them from others, bearing these
words:
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l'ry f .r im-!
I'tHIK,
Ki-lirusry llm 1Mb tJ
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Nn. 1 liu.. ki, I Ma
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m (1 Imlf jruu
will hr
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l'M rM UK!
they should either wish for or hope a mitigation
of their sufferings on earth, because the happi
ness of tho few and the wretchedness of nearly
all mankind is Thine almighty will. P.lasphe-
mies! is it not the contrary of these homicidal
words that is more worthy of the name of Divine
will? Hear me, 0 Lord! for mercy's sake.
Snatch from their enemies tho descendants of
my sister, from the artisan up to tho king's son.
)o not permit thorn to crush tho germ of n
mighty and fruitful association, which, perhapi,
under Thy protection, may take its phico among
the records of the happiness of mankind. Sutler
me, 0 Lord ! to unite those whom they are en-
leavoring to divide to defend those whom they
attacking. Sulfur me to bring hope to thoso
from whom hope has lied, to givo courage to
thoso who are weak, lo uphold those whom evil
threatens, and to sustain thoso who would perse
vere in well-doing. And then, perhaps, their
struggles, their devotedness, their devotedness,
their virtues, their miseries might expiate my
sin. ies, mine misioriune, misiormuo numt,
made mo unjust and wicked. 0 Lord! since
Thine almighty hand hath brought me hither,
for some end unknown to me, disarm Thyself, I
implore Thee, of Thine anger, and let not me bo
the instrument of Thy vengeance! There is
enough of mourning in the earth these two years
past thy creatures have fallen by millions in
my footsteps. The world is decimated. A veil
of mourning extends from one end of the globo
to the other. I have traveled from Asia even to
the Frozen Pole, and death has followed in my
wake. ' Dost Thou not hear, O Lord ! the univer-
sal wailings that mount up to Thee? Have
Mercy upon all, and upon me. One day, grant
mo but a single day, that I may collect the de-
scendants of my sister together, and save them!
And uttering these words, the wanderer fell upon
lis knees, and raised his hands to heaven in a
suppliant attitude
Suddenly, the wind howled with redoubled vio-
once; its sharp whistlings changed to a tempest
Tho wanderer tremblod, and exclaimed in a voice
of terror
"0 Ijord ! the blast of death is howling in its
. . . i i i . .. i
rugo. It appears as uiougu a wninwinu was
lifting me up. Lord, wilt Thou not, then, hear,
mv nravcr? The snectro ! 0 ! do I behold tho
r I
spectre? Yes, there it is; its cadaverous coun
tenance is agitated by convulsive throes, its red
eyes are rolling in their orbits. Itegono ! begone !
Oh ! its hand its icy hand has seized on nuno
Mercy, Lord, have mercy ! 'Onward !' Oh,
Lord ! this scourge.lhis terrible avenging scourge
Must I, then, again carry it into this city, must
my poor wretched brethren bo the first to fall
under it though already so miserable? Mercy
mercy ! 'Onward !' And the descendants of my
sister oh, pray have mercy, mercy ! 'Onward !
0 Lord, have pity on mo I I can no longer keep
my footing on the ground; the spectre is dragg
ing mo over the brow of the hill; my course is as
rapid as the death bearing wind that whistles in
my track; I already opproach the walls of the
city. Oli, mercy, Lord, mercy on the tho de
scendants of my sister spare them ! do not com
pel mo to bo their executioner, and let them
triumph over their eucmiesK 'Onward, onward !'
The ground is fleeing from under me; I am al
ready at the city gate; oh, yet, Lord, yet there is
time; oh, have mercy on this slumbering city,
that it may not even now awaken with lamenta
tions of terror, of despair and death ! 0 Lord, I
touch the threehold of the gate; verily Thou wili
est it so, then. Tis done Paris! the scourge is
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from the east delayed until after the period when
10 could have obeyed tho medal's command, he
tad reached Franco by the second month of 1 S32.
Nevertheless, the results of shipwreck had de
tained him from Paris until after that date. A
second possessor of this token had remained un
aware of its existence, only discovered by acci-
lcnt. But an enemy who sought to thwart the
union of these seven members, nau srui
ier up in a mad-house, from which sho was re
eased only after that day. Not alono was she in
imprisonment.' An old Uonapartist, Oeneral
Simon, Marshal of Franco, and Duko de Ligny,
ad left n wife in Kussian exile, while ho (un
able to follow Napoleon to St. Helena) continued
to fight the Fnglish in India by means of Prince
Djalma's Sepoys, whom ho drilled. On the lat-
ter's defeat, he had meant to accompany his
young friend to Kurope, induced the more by
finding that tho latter's mother, a Frenchwoman,
hud left him such another bronze medal us he
knew his wife to have hud.
Unhappily, his wifo had perished in Siberia,
without his knowing it, any more than he did,
that she hud left twin daughters Hose and
Blanche. Fortunately for them, one who had
served their father in the (Jrenadicrs of the
(luards, Francis Baudoin, nicknamed Dagobort,
undertook to fulfil the dying mother's wishes, in-
pired by the medal. Saving a check at Leipsic,
where one Morok the lion tamer's panther had
escuped from its cage and killed Dugobert's horse,
and a subsequent imprisonment (which the VVun-
lering Jew's succoring hand had terminated; the
soldier und his orphan charges hud reached Paris
in safoly and in time. But there, a renewal of
tho foe's attempts had gained its end. By skill
ful devices, Dagobort and his son, Agricola, were
irawn out of the way while Hose and Blanche
Simon were decoyed into a nunnery, under the
eyes of Dugobert's wife. But she had been
bound against interfering by the influence f the
Jesuit confossionsl. The fourth was M. Handy,
a manufacturer, and tho fifth, Jacques Henne-
pout, a drunken scamp of a workman, who were
more easily fended oil', the latter in u smugling
house, the former by a friend's lure Adrienne
de Cardoville, daughter of the Count of Bennc-
pont, who had also been Duke of Cardoville, was
tho lady who had been unwarrantably pluced in
the luuuetic asylum. The fifth, unawaro of the
modal, was (Sabriel, a youth, who bail been
brought up, though u foundling, in Dugobert's
family, as a brother to Agricola. Ho had en
tered holy orders, and more, was a Jesuit, in
name though not in heart. Unlike tho others,
his return from abroad hud been smoothed. He
had signed away all his future prof peels, for the
benefit of the order of Loyola, and, moreover, ex
ecuted a more complete deed of transfer on the
day, the 1 3th of February, 1832, when he, alone
of the heirs, stood in the room of the house, No.
3, Hue St. Francois, claiming what was a vast
surprise for the Jesuits, who a hundred and fifty
years before, had discovered that Count Marius
de llennepont had secreted a considerable amount
of his wealth, all of which hud been confiscated
to them, in those painful days of drugoonings,
and the revocation of the Edict of Nantes. They
had bargained for some thirty or forty millions
of francs to bo theirs, by educating Gabriel into
resigning his inheritance to them, but it was two
hundred and twelve millions which the Jesuit
representatives (Father d'Aigrigny and his secre
tary, Rodin) were amazed to hear their nursling
placed in possession of. They had the treasure
III ll.f if bait l, In f t, bf n a i man i.f Mrang - f
Ml If mil) ha I in) tMiiith- tntffrd
wlnrr tb will ! I en I, s I li I a
lf l the Ht tai v It m o,1im!, duU .Itaan
Up and Mnt I, defrttiftf: the r lf)ljt h f th
Ir.Ui iri.t until the ftt d ) f Jiliie the M'tif
year The Jeaoiti tip. I fno.i the h ' in fi
a id Ititfn disappointment, father d'Alfifiny
was Miipified hr th defeat, that h ad hit
itUty writ at rin l Him, that the Heituf
p nt iithttitame had rtpd thrill, and hopra l
i it gaiu wi utleily it an end. lpti
thi. im revolted, and ahowtd thai he had au
thority to command, where he had, - f.ir, inol
humbly obeyed. Many audi spies hang about
their superior's heels, with full powers to become
the governor in turn, at a moment's nti.
Thenceforward, he, B liu, had taken the busiuss
into his own hands. He had let Bos and Blanche
Simon out of the convent into the r father's arms.
He had gone in person to release Adrienne de
Cardovillo from the asylum. More, having led
her to sigh for Prince Djalmu, he prompted tho
latter to burn for hci
He let not M. Hardy cs'-ape. A friend whom
the latter treated as a brother, had been shown
up to him us a mete spy of the Jesuits; tho wo
man whom he adored, a wedded woman, alas!
who had loved him in spite of her vows, hud been
betrayed. Her mother had compelled her to
hide her t-hamo in America, and, as she hud often
said "Much us you are endeared to me, 1 can
not waver between you and my mother!" so sho
had obeyed, without one farewell word to him.
Confess, Ilodin was a more dexterous man than
his late muster! In tho pages that ensue farther
proofs of his superiority in baseness and satanic
heartlcssncss will not be wanting.
CHAPTER LV.
THE ATTACK.
On M. Hardy's learning from the conli lcmial
go-between of tho lovers, that his mistress had
been taken awuy by her mother, he turned from
Rod in und dashed awuy in u post-carriage. At
the sumo moment, us loud as the ruttle of the
wheels, thcro arose the shouts of a bund of work
men and rioters, hired by the Jesuit's emissaries,
coming to uHuck Hardy's operatives. An old
grudge long existing between them and a rival
manufacturer's Baron Tripeuud laborers,
fanned the flames. When M. Hardy had left the
factory, Rodin, who was not prepared for this
sudden depurture, returned slowly to his hack
ney-couch; but he stopped suddenly, and started
with pleasure und surprise, when he saw, at some
distance, Marshal Simon and bis futher advanc
ing towards one of the wings of the Common
Dwelling-house; for an accidental circumstance
had so far delayed the interview of the father
and son.
" Very well !" said Rodin. "Better and better I
Now only let my man have found out and per
suaded little Rose-Pompon!"
And Rodin hastened towurds his hackney-
couch. At this moment, tho wind, which con
tinued to rise, brought to the eur of tho Jesuit
tho wur song of tho approaching Wolves.
Tho workman was in the garden. The Mar
shal said to him, in a voice of such deep emotion
that the old man started, " Father, I am very un
happy."
A painful expression, until then concealed,
suddenly darkened tho countenance of the mar
slial. " You unhappy?" cried Father Simon anxiously
as he pressed nearer to tho murshal.
' For some days, my daughters have uppcared
constrained in manner, und lost in thought.
During tho first moments of our rc-union, they
were mad with joy and happiness. Suddenly,
all has changed; they ure becoming more and
more sad. Yesterday, 1 dotected tears in their
eyes; then, deeply moved, I clasped them in my
arms, und implored them to toll me tho cause of
their sorrow. Without answering they threw
themselves on my neck, and covered my face
with their tears."
"It is strange To what do you attributo this '
alteration?"
"Sometimes, I think I have not sufficiently
concealed from them tho grief occasioned mo by
the loss of their mother, and they are perhaps
miserable that they do not suffice for my happi
ness. And yet (inexplicable as it is) they seem
not only to understand, but to share my sorrow.
Yesterday, Blancho said to me: 'How much
happier still should wo "bo, if our mother were
with us!"
"Sharing your sorrow they cannot reproach
you with it. There must be sonio other cause
for their grief."
"Yes," said the marshal, looking fixedly at his
father; "yes but to penetrate their secret it
would be necessary not to leave them."
"What do you mean?"
(To be continued.)