Jasper Banner, Volume 4, Number 19, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 8 July 1857 — Talleyrand and Arnold. [ARTICLE]

Talleyrand and Arnold.

Thcrtt was a day when Talleyrand arrived in Havre, on foot, from Paris. It was in the d.T. kest'hour op }fie~FrencU Tc volution Pursuetl'bythe bloodhounds of this reign of terror. stripped of every wreek of prop- j erty, Talleyrnnd secured a passage . to ( An3C'rii , u„iu' a .ship aUoht to sail. He was to he n beggar and a watii dorer in strange land, to earn his i ■bread by daily labor, j. j 1 ‘ Is there any Ameircan staying at your house?” he asked of the landlord ufthe hotel, til am bound to cross the water, and would to see a person of influence in the New Vverld.” i The landlord hesitated for a moment, and then said : “ There is a gentleman up stairs either from j America or Britain, but whether, ; from America or England, I cannot tell.” | lie pointed the way, and Talleyrand — who in his life was a bishop,' : prince, and minietci—ascended the j stairs—Ajß.kemb.le suppliant stood ; before the stranger’s door, knocked, ' and entered. j | In the far corner of the dimly lighted room sat a man of some fifty ; years, his arms folded, and his head i -bo-wed upon liis breast; From a 1 window directly opposite, a Hood ofj light poured upon his forehead. Ilis j i eyes looked from beneath the downcast brows, and upon Talleyrand’s | face, with a peculiar and searching; 'expression. His face was striking i in outline ; the mouth and chin in-; dicative of an iron will. His form,; I vigorous with the snow of fifty, was j j clad in a dark, but rich and distin-i : guished costume. Talleyrand advanced —stated that he was a "fugitive—and, under the: j impression that the gentleman be-1 | fore him was an American, .solicited j his kind offices. lie poured forth his history in elo- j querit French and broken English. } “j am a wanderer—an exile. I; am forced to Hy to the New World \ i without frjynd or home. You arc ’ lan American. Give me then, I be- j seech you, a letter of yours, so that i 1 may be able to earn my bread. A I life of i;J>or would be a paradise to j : a career of luxury in France. You ; will give me a letter to one of your, friends? A gentleman, like you," | doubtless, has many friends.” j The strange gentleman arose. ; With a look that Talleyrand never | forgot, he retreated towards the i door of the next chamber ; his eyes ; looked still from beneath his darken- ! cd brow. j He ’spoke as he retreated backwards—his voice foil of meaniwg: j ‘‘ lam the only man from the New | World who can raise his hand to God and say, I have not a lVietid—- : not even one ijTall America.” Tjtlicyrand never forgot the overwhelming sadness of the look which accompanied these words, i. “ Who are yotf 1 ? ” fie cried, as the strange man retreated to the next j | room ; 2 your name ? ” . i, “'My name,” he replied, with a slnile that had more of mockery ; thanjoy in its convulsive expres-; sion, ’‘my name —is Benedict Ar-f nold.” j _ He was gone. Talleyrand sank ; into a chair, gasping these words: “ Arnold, the traitor ! ” ’ Thus you see, he wandered over; the earth like another Cain, with a murderer’s mark upon his brow. .