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CHAPTER VIII,

in others that have followed, and the first part THE SPY OF THE MISSISSIPPI.
of this canto is taken from the ninth in the edi-
tion of 1723. As in an epic poem respect is

By Mrs. C. M. Sawyer.
rather had to the order of design than to chro-
nology, the States of Paris are placed immedi-
ately after the death of Henry III., though in
fact they were not convened till four years

The course of our narrative now takes afterward.

us to the interior of one of those caves In the truth of history, Henry IV. besieged improvised by the inhabitants of Vicksmonth of April. The Duke of Parma caused burg during its siege for the preservation him to raise the siege in the month of Septem- of their lives. Those within the city itber. The League, long after, in 1593, convened self were generally comfortless places the States to elect a king in the place of the Cardinal of Bourbon, recognized under the

enough, narrow and low, consisting of name of Charles X., and who had been dead one room barely sufficient in size to contwo years and a half; and in the same year, tain the unfortunate occupants, close and 1593, in the month of July, the king abjured at St. Denis, and only entered Paris in March,

suffocating, and, after all, not altogether 1594.

safe ; for let the entrance face which way 2 They that bloody tribunal, etc. The Inquisi- it might, it was exposed to the danger of tion, that the dukes wished to establish in mortar and Parrott shells and every imFrance.

3 Then Potier, etc. The same spoken of in aginable projectile from some quarter, our fuurth and fifth cantos.

bombardment from river or fort and army * In their bosom, etc. In the war of Flan in the rear nearly surrounding the devotders, under Philip II., bombs were used for the first time.

ed city. The life led in these caves was 6 A prison of State, etc. It is well known deplorable. Anxiety and constant terror, and Mazarin shut up in Vincennes. While the hunger and unwholesome food, wore away Henriad was being written, the Secretary of the strength and spirits of the beleaguered State, Le Blanc, was a prisoner in the castle, inhabitants. The impossibility of preand he afterwards shut up his enemies there. (End of Notes to Canto VI.)

paring food in their caves often compelled

them to remain without eating for a long WHOEVER goes

time, and it was only when à lull in the to law

goes into a glass bombardment enabled the poor creatures to house, where he understands little

or noth- sally out from their bombproofs and make ing of what he is doing ; where he sees a

a fire under the banks in which the caves whole matter blown up into afty times the size of its intrinsic contents, and through opportunity to perform the necessary cu

were always dug that they could have an which, if he can perceive any other ob- linary operations preparatory to a meal. jects, he perceives them all discolored and Sometimes during an entire day their prepdistorted; where everything is too brittle arations would be every few minutes into bear handling; where, as in an element of fire, he frets, fumes, and is drain. terrupted, when the sound of a shell ed at every pore; and where whatever

screaming through the air would send he buys he buys out of the fire, and pays ter its explosion, they would gather cour

every one, terror-stricken, to shelter. Affor according to its fictitious bulk. It had, perhaps, been better for him to have age to hurry out again to their fires to be, been contented with an earthen vessel.

perhaps, in another minute, again driven back.

We can little imagine the state of mind Rev. T. B. THAYER has consented to the long-continued terror of such scenes edit another volume of the Universalist must at length produce. The perpetual Quarterly," and it is hoped that the roar of the bombardment, the screaming friends of the cause will show their ap- of fiery missiles, the loud explosion of these preciation of his efforts by sending a large shells, perhaps in their very midst, the number of new subscribers to the pub- unwholesome atmosphere of the little lishers.

caves, hunger, and the disgusting viands

to which they were at last reduced, formed GREAT difficulties, when not succumbed a total of horrors which must have made to, bring out great virtues.

the days and nights of the unfortunate

inhabitants a weariness, and life itself a bers, lay the wounded young Federal ofburden.

ficer, Carleton. A method for ameliorating the condi- He was dreaming. The perilous jourtion of the most favored was at length ney through the mountain caverns still devised. It was no less than living on followed him in his uneasy slumbers, and the battle-field itself. Outside of the played a conspicuous role in the distorted first lines of intrenchments they had am- vagaries of his imagination. Now the ple room and well-wooded steeps, and here wild, shrill music of the giant wind-harp they built caves of considerable dimen- floated fitfully through his brain, awakensions and far greater comfort than in the ing wonder and alarm; now their torches city; and here it was that Florence Mc- were extinguished, and in terror and disAlpine's was situated.

may they crept on in unutterable darkness The way to this cave led through wind- along narrow and endless crevasses withing paths and bowering vines, and by hun- out a clew and without a guide, and now dreds of dwellings, like swallows nests, they dropped down fathomless gulfs into sunk in the banks and hillside, and was, shoreless seas, whose black and stirless in itself, as lovely and picturesque to the waters had lain hid in the bowels of the sight as possible. It was very much earth ever since time began. Then his larger than most of the underground companions disappeared from his side, dwellings in its vicinity, and built in the their voices dying away in shrieks in the strongest manner. Hollowed deep into hollow windings of other and distant cavthe steep hillside, its roof was built of erns, and he felt himself borne along that solid logs supported by huge forked trees dréad wave on and on, it seemed to him, which, planted in rows, divided the cave for hours and days, until he was stranded into several compartments, and covered on the verge of a ragged and frightful first with branches, leaves, twigs, and cliff, and he lay helpless and alone. Sudfinally with three feet of earth, well trod- denly, strange, uncouth forms came mouthden down and nicely sodded over with ing and mowing around him, who bound greensward, to prevent its leaking during him with innumerable cords to the naked heavy showers. Ventilators were inge- rock, piercing him at intervals with deadpiously constructed in the roof to allow ly stabs whose keen agony shot quivering of the escape of the impure air, while the through his frame like streams of liquid front, left open, afforded the most charm- fire. He tried to shriek for help; but ing view of the little ravine in front, his lips were powerless to utter a sound, while it was quite secluded from observa- while all the time those demoniac shapes tion by the thick festoons of grape-vines grinned and mouthed and scoffed at his which completely embowered it. A tent- agony, and uttered peals of infernal fily was stretched across the front which laughter. He writhed and tore his flesh formed a pleasant little veranda under in vain attempts to extricate his limbs which stood two or three chairs, indicat- from their bonds, and closed his eyes to ing the pleasant use to which it was ap- shut out the sight of his tormentors. propriated. Its interior was, if not The dream changed. His tormentors equally pleasant, at least exceedingly vanished; the cords fell from his limbs, habitable. Curtains were stretched over and a great thrill of joy pervaded him as, the clay walls of the little parlor, and opening his eyes, he saw a lovely face carpets covered the floor. A little hang- looking down into his own. It was full ing bookcase, attached to the supports of of pity and gentleness and love; but in the roof, was filled with choice books, and his confusion and pain he could not reca table and a few chairs completed the ognize it. It seemed to take various forms. simple appointments. Beyond this par. Sometimes it was the lank-haired and lor were two or three other comfortably awkward but soft-eyed pedler; sometimes furnished apartments used as bedrooms, it was the French boy, Jean Delong, and and in one of these, stretched on a little sometimes his Cousin Florence; but it rustic pallet, and tossing in uneasy slum- was always lovely and kind, and looked

in his eyes with a gentle pity that thrilled dreadful rites attending their burial ? his heart. He tried to speak to it; but How noisy and tumultuous they are about whenever he attempted to open his lips, a it! wonder if they mean to fill up the warning finger was held up, and the face grave, or leave it open, so that I can see vanished slowly away.

the sunlight sometimes! I should like And still the dream changed. He was that. Such a noise! — such banging and on a vast plain whereon armies were sway- shouting! - no respect for the dead!” ing to and fro, and mingling and surging As he went on thus murmuring, every in deadly conflict; and he was among the moment becoming more delirious, and combatants, now spurring his steed to the strangely mingling realities and the vague assault, and now urging on his reeling and fanciful imaginings of fever together, columns and sweeping the foe from his the curtain which formed one end of the path. But behind him, wherever he little room was lifted, a light female form turned, amid all the din and carnage of entered, and with a little, gasping scream, the battle, moved a fearful and gigantic darted to the side of the bed and began form, which held a living, writhing ser- desperately raking away, with her delipent in its grasp, that ever, as he paused cate hands, the pile of earth lying upon to direct the movements of his cohorts, or the breast of the wounded officer. to scan the

progress
of the battle, sprung

Oh, Guy, are you killed ?" she sobbed, venomously upon him and buried its fangs her face growing pale as ashes. “Speak! in his quivering flesh. But, heedless of Are you much hurt ?the agony of the bite, he still pushed on, “You here, Florence?" he feebly inand with his brave companions, steadily quired, for the excitement of the last few drove the enemy before him.

moments had bewildered and exhausted Again the dream changed, and huge him. “ Did you mourn at my

funeral ? bodies of living fire came straight toward If you did, I am content to be in my him, and with a sound like thunder, ex- grave." ploded before his face. Shrieks and “Oh, Guy, Guy," sobbed out Florence, groans and women's cries filled his ears, “ don't talk in that way! You are not and he felt a mighty weight settling down dead; you are in my cave at Vicksburg. upon his breast, which he was too weak We are all here. See! Shall I call the to uplift. He struggled and strove with children? They are in the outer room." the dreadful burden, and at length opened “ No, no ! don't call them here! his eyes to find himself— he knew not They're too young to die. This is a poor where, but in a dusky room, and with a little grave for them.” pile of earth lying upon his breast, while “ It isn't a grave, Guy. See here! above his head was an opening which let I'll shake the rest of the dịrt off the covin the light of day, and over which rolled erlet, and you will see then that it is only a canopy of sulphurous smoke.

a comfortable little room.' There was confusion and uproar with- “ Where's Josh? Wasn't there a Josh out, he knew, for the sounds penetrated to somewhere, a long time ago ?” where he lay, so helpless and weighed “Yes, to be sure.

Josh is here now. down. He tried to move his right arm; Do you want to see him ?” but it was powerless, and the effort gave

Carleton did not answer.

The strain him a sharp pain.

upon his attention had been too long, and “ Buried at last! buried at last!” he he now went feebly wandering in vague murmured, as he looked vaguely round fancies in which the present had little cod

wounded officer, and yet Florence had Meanwhile she could not hide from hersummoned no physician to his aid. She self the fact that Carleton was growing had herself assumed the sole charge and worse instead of better. At length she responsibility of dressing his wound and could endure it no longer. watching the fever which had supervened. “What right have I to take his life She was not unskilled in medical science, into my own hands ?” she thought. having been early trained by her father " Has not God led us out of many

diffiwho was a physician of some eminence, culties, and shall I not trust him now? I and since the commencement of the war will summon aid, and trust to him for she had spent much time in the hospitals the consequences. among the wounded and suffering soldiers, She walked the narrow bounds of the and had even extracted bullets and probed little room, meditating how she should gunshot wounds. Never before, however, proceed to attract the least observation. had she felt so little confidence in herself If a physician were seen entering her and her abilities as now, when one dear cave, a dozen neighbors living in the caves to her lay helpless and wounded in the with which the hill was thickly burrowed, concealment of her inner cave.

The bul. all of whom so far as she knew were let, she knew, must be in his wound still stanch rebels, would visit her to inquire unextracted, yet she dared not summon a who was ill. At present not one dreamConfederate surgeon. The complications ed of the presence of Carleton, the bomof her situation were already too difficult bardment fortunately having driven them to warrant any fresh exposure that was into their caves at the dusky hour when pot absolutely necessary, and she still he had been borne helpless to her dwellwatched the suffering young officer, and ing. Her own servants, with the excepstrove heroically to find the concealed tion of Folie and a favorite man-servant, ball, and still forbore the summons which had been left to guard her plantation perhaps was necessary to the preservation home, and of these two only Folie was of his life.

aware of his presence, and wild horses In this course of proceeding, let it not would not have torn the secret from her. be thought that Florence was wholly Jack, the young runaway slave who had selfish, that she was actuated by fears accompanied them from the mountain for herself alone. She feared for Carle- hut, had found his way, she hoped, to the ton as much as for herself,—nay, more; for Union camp, and only Josh remained to should it become known to the Confeder- depend upon for aid and advice. She ate leaders that she harbored a Federal stepped out where her children were quiofficer in her cave, inquiries would be at etly playing under the care of Folie, and once instituted which could not fail to despatched the latter for Josh, who, with elicit facts which, added to much that her own servant, was engaged in preparhad for a long time been considered er. ing the evening meal. He soon appeared, ratic if not suspicious in her conduct, and she called him into Carleton's room. would not only be the means of consign- “ He will die here, my friend,” said ing herself to some miserable fate, but, she, despairingly, “ if I do not call a phywhat she dreaded still more, Carleton to sician, and if I do, it can only be a Con. the horrors of a Southern prison, to die federate physician; he will be taken at once probably of neglect and ill-usage, prisoner and die away from me.” or to drag out a wretched existence in suf- “ Lors bress you, missis, don't yer gwi fering by hunger and cold and nakedness. to tuk on in dat ar way. Der Lord'll

“ No, if he must die,” she murmured to fine some way to get yer out o' dis yere herself, “ let it be with me."

scrape. - Hasn't de Lord gin yer nuff She sat long watching by his pillow poof dat he'll take care on yer and de and listening to his murmurings, in which young capin too ?” her own name, coupled with many endear- “Oh, I know, Josh! but I must do . ments, was often spoken, and her heart something. I must send you for some ached as it had never ached before. I physician, and who shall it be? If I

dared only send you for my own old fam- to give him up to the authorities for imily physician; but he is so stanch a Con- prisonment.” federate that I should have but little hope " And what better do they any of of saving"

them deserve ?” said he, fiercely. “You “Lors, missis, why don’ yer sen' for feel more regard, as it seems to me, for some Yankee doctor ?"

your enemies than your friends ;” and his “ That is impossible, Josh. Well, look wore a suspicion that convinced the there is no other way. You must go into trembling woman that she was being the city and bring my own physician, and keenly read by the old man. now listen. Inquire for Dr. Gates, and “He is my friend,” said she at last, if you can persuade him to come this way, nerving herself for every emergency. there will be less danger from the bomb- “ He has always been as a brother to me, shells, and he will be less likely to be ob- and as such I would do by him. Come, served by my neighbors."

doctor," she continued, with a playful The negro repeated his message over smile, “I thought you and I were twice and, taking advantage of the lulls friends. Come in, and see my cousin.”. in the bombardment which usually pre- The old man frowned; but he had ceded nightfall, started on his mission. known and liked Florence for years, and Florence had described the way as mi- he could not resist her now. So in he nutely as possible, and given him all neces- went and stood by the sick man's side. sary directions, and she sat down to “ What's this hole overhead ?" said he; watch by her wounded cousin and await “ have you been visited by one of the in. the return of her messenger with all fernal Yankee shells ?” the patience she could summon to her “ Yes, sir; but a little while ago one aid.

burst over us, caving in the earth directThe time seemed long. Three hours ly on the breast of my cousin." had gone by, and still her negro did not "Umph !

“Umph! - it is a pity it did not kill return nor the surgeon make his appear- him!

The moans and wanderings of “ Doctor!” Carleton filled her with indescribable ter. Well, I didn't exactly mean that.” ror, and she was just giving way to de. “Will you examine the patient?" said spair, when a slight noise in the outer Florence, with a grave look and voice. room roused her. She lifted the curtain, " I fear we are wasting time.” and Dr. Gates stood before her.

The doctor somewhat roughly felt the “Who is sick, madam ?” he curtly in wrist of the young officer, who was restquired. “I could make out nothing lessly rolling his head from side to side. from your stupid servant. Is it one of He was skilful, and habit and the natural your children ?"

interest he felt in a patient gradually “No, sir; it is a friend, a cousin who overcame the thought that he who lay beis wounded, and I will confide to you the fore him was a foe, and he bent over him fact that it is important that it should to catch the sound of his hurried breathnot be known that he is here."

ing and see him more distinctly. Why, what's the matter? Who is it? Bring the light nearer," said he; "it. You're not harboring a Yankee I hope?" is too dark hora »

ance.

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