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fever, that Count Bismarck is anxious to treat, but Until yesterday we supposed she had left the that the stubborn old king refuses. The Prus- city with her husband, young Hermann Brandt, sians are deserting in large numbers daily, and whose German name procured him an order to bring accounts of the greatest disaffection, misery, leave the city in the rage against everything and and hunger prevailing in the Prussian camp. A every one of Teutonic origin that prevailed after
. despatch has been received from Gambetta saying Wörth, still more after Sedan. He was not born the provinces are rising en masse. The troops in in Paris, but had resided here from early childParis are all ready to co-operate with the Loire hood; his hàbits, tastes, and associations were army, whose arrival is expected daily,—250,000 French. On the breaking out of the war, no have already arrived at Rouen. So I suppose thought of joining the ranks of the Fatherland the end will be soon. We await it with throb- occurred to him; the penalty of banishment for bing, sinking hearts.
a term of years, decreed against those who failed October 13.-Alas ! I fear all the bright hopes to do so, was no punishment to him. But his we cherished yesterday are illusions, like so many name and lineage were German, and public opinion that have gone before. Victor came home for obliged him to depart soon after Sedan. He an hour or two to-day. He and Augustine agree went to England, leaving, we now know, his that our position daily becomes more critical. fair young bride of less than a year behind him. The Prussians are working hard : daily, hourly, Adèle Blanchard had been a friend of Nina's fresh links are forged to the iron chain that binds and a pet of mine before her marriage. She was us in. Victor is eager for action. He says it is but eighteen; an only and idolized child, even now or never, and that the armies of the provinces her marriage had not separated her from her are myths, and trust in the intervention of foreign mother. The young couple had taken up their powers a delusion. The newspaper stories are abode in the old roomy mansion of her parents. false, and the Government know them to be so. When the fatal hour of separation arrived, poor News of a battle being fought at Châtillon was Adèle's girlish heart was rent in twain with the brought, and Victor hurried away.
strife of parting—the inevitable severance of one October 14.-General Ducrot's reconnaissance bond or other. Husband or parent must be left. was successful yesterday,–100 prisoners were Weak, delicate, timid, soon specially to need a brought in,—but our troops had to retire before mother's care, she chose the former. The siega, the concentrated forces of the enemy, and nothing it was thought, could not last long; after it she seems really gained. The same old story. If would be able to rejoin her husband, or he retum Léon lives how his heart will ache for us, tossed to her. So the young husband went alone to his to and fro at the meeting of the streams of hope exile, and the girl-wife remained in her old home. and despair. Mamma grows frailer and weaker And I fear, when the iron barrier of the German each day, and Nina is the shadow of her former host is at last renoved, one mightier and higher, self. I have not seen my little English friend raised by a deadlier foe, will have grown up again. Mamma scarcely leaves her sofa now; between those loving hearts. Death! Yes. still I have gone into the Gardens each day about Bitter self-reproach, and sorrowful longing, and the hour the mother and child usually walked anxious dread, have worn the silver cord of that there, but they never come. Perhaps they have frail young life so thin that the strain of her left. I have heard of permission being sought coming time of trial can scarcely fail to snap it. for several foreigners to leave the city, but have And they were so young, so happy! not yet heard that they have done so. I cannot Day by day we are called upon to track the understand the deep interest I feel in the stranger seared marks of war's fiery footsteps on other child, and the strong longing I feel to meet hearts and in other homes beside our own. Oh! her once more. Yet it is very unlikely I ever for a St. Geneviève whose pure outstretched hands shall.
and holy upraised eyes might win for us a deOctober 15.-To-day Nina and I went to the liverance and victory other than that for which Faubourg St. Germain to visit poor Adèle Brandt. we wait now-a salvation won from Heaven by
faith and prayer, not bought by Earth with protracted agony of suspense. But when I spoke blood and death!
of it to mamma, she was so distressed at the October 16.-Another dreary day has dragged its thought of her fragile frame being further taxed, slow long hours away, and there is yet no change. that I could not press it. Dear Nina, she seldom, It almost seems as if the sharp pangs of storm and very seldom speaks of Léon; but she sits and assault were better than this protracted agony of listens while mamma and I recall precious mewaiting. Many thought on Friday, the anniver-mories of his goodness, and tenderness, and wissary of Jena, the blow would have been struck | dom, drinking in every word, like some poor by the revengeful foe; but still our forts fire, crushed flower the softly-falling evening dew. and no answer comes from the mute batteries on Oh! it seems as if, could I see her once folded the opposite heights. The people are impatient in Léon's protecting arms, my dearest earthly to attack, but the Government holds back. It is wish would be fulfilled! Yet mamma, Augussaid that a band of Amazons is forming: there tine, Victor, all so precious, and so much to be seems to me other work for women in these sad desired for each. days; and there are men enough, but even brave For Uncle Lucien, I think, there is little men and true are not necessarily soldiers. The danger. The National Guards man the ramparts, Mobiles are reported to have behaved with great and until the Prussian fire opens, or an attack is coolness and courage the other day at Clamart made, that post is one of comparative safety. and Bagneux. I fear there is already great dis. And if piety and devotion give claim to the tress among the poor, but steps are being taken special protection of the patron saints of Paris by the Government for their relief.
and of France-St. Geneviève and the Blessed Augustine spent this evening with us. Neither Virgin-he may well bear a charmed life. There of us has referred to our conversation that day in are few such good Catholics in these degenerate the Luxembourg—he has not, and I cannot. days in the land once proud to bear the title of Gentle and kind as he is, there is in him that eldest daughter of the Church. kind of reserve that, without conscious effort or October 17.-It seems generally acknowledged intention, repels intrusion into his thoughts and now that the assault and bombardment which, confidence; at least I have always felt it so. like the sword of Damocles, hung, or was supWith Léon it was so different: I never feared posed to hang, over our devoted city each day, to offer him either confidence or sympathy. and specially each night, will not take place.
Augustine has seen much sorrow and suffering Either the Prussians have not succeeded in bringthese last days: some harrowing tales he told ing those enormous Krupp guns, of which so me make me ashamed of my own repining and much has been spoken, whose huge bulk and depression; for after all, we have only one miss- boasted range excited so much interest and attening, and he as yet missing--not, we may at least tion when they stood in the foremost place so hope, utterly lost.
courteously allotted them in our gorgeous exhiYesterday Colonel Loyd Lindsay arrived from bition palace, -or they must have yielded to the England, bringing the generous gift of £20,000 opinion of Europe, and relinquished so barbarous for the sick and wounded from the noble-hearted a plan. It is surely impossible that Paris, the British people. Sometimes I think it would be gathering-place of all that is beautiful and refined, better for Nina, pale and delicate as she is, to be could possibly be exposed to the horror and employed as she wished, in tending the sufferers in havoc of a bombardment. But we once thought the ambulances, of which there are several quite it equally impossible that she would be benear to us. I think it would in measure keep her sieged. mind from dwelling with such morbid bitterness October 18.-It is a month to-day since the on the past, with such sickness of dread on the siege commenced-only a month! and as yet there revelation hid in the dim mists of the future. seems no prospect of immediate end. I am vexed She seems little fit for such dreadful work, but with myself that I cannot feel more heroic, more I am really afraid she will sink under this long- patriotic; but I am only a woman, and in a
woman's heart country can scarcely hold the first alarm, but the remedies I applied quickly restored place. Each day mamma grows frailer, weaker ; her, and having seen her comfortable in her bed, each day Nina's sad face becomes paler and more I went back to Amaud. It was longer before worn. And what is the honour of France to me he was quieted, poor little fellow; but at last I against these?
went back to Nina. She was still awake, and as And will it be to the honour of France, this I bent anxiously over her she threw her arms long weary struggle against overwhelming odds ? round my neck and drew my head down on the I sit and listen to the conversation that passes pillow beside her, whispering in a low faint voice, when visitors are here, ---almost all gentlemen, “Dear, dear Renée, I am so sorry to have their wives and children have been sent away to troubled you !” watering-places or distant parts of the country,- “My darling! how was it?” I asked. And and my head grows giddy with trying to recon. then she told me what makes me feel more than cile conflicting opinions. We are an impression- ever the strong necessity of, as far as possible, able race, we French, and our spirits rise and fall diverting her mind from the one dark rememwith every variation in the aspect of things. brance and the haunting anxiety that are pressing When I hear men speak of the honour and fame out her very life. Thoughts of Léon wounded, of France,--of the ties that bind us to her, the captive, suffering, grieving over her slight and duty we owe her, the humiliation she has suf- scorn and unkindness in long hours of weariness fered, --my heart bounds high, and I feel as if I and pain, or of a mangled form lying cold under could be heroic, and sacrifice everything on the the blood-stained sod of the battle-field so fatal altar of my beloved country. But then others to France, of a spirit wailing in the fiery pangs see only folly and the madness of despair in our of purgatory, burn into her heart and brain inattitude, at which, the journals tell us, all the cessantly; and sometimes of a meeting in which world wonders. Others take a middle course, a stern, sorrowful face will turn coldly from one and while sorrowfully admitting the bitter neces- that was once averted from its pleading tendersity that rests upon us now to continue the strife, ness in heartless caprice. And she owns that midmournfully deplore that necessity, and painfully night, and often early morning, find her kneelwatch for the inevitable end. If only we could ing before that picture of the Mother of Sorrow know the truth; but we have been so often de- with the pierced heart, imploring her intercession ceived. Would that the Government would treat for Léon, living or dead, and for pardon for her us, not as children, to be soothed and quieted by own sinful tempers past and present. We see sugar-plums, or treated with gilded pills, but as little of them now, except sometimes in an irritareasonable men and women.
bility which we know to be the result of overBut perhaps, after all, we do not care to know strained nerves and heart. But to her morbidly the truth. Why else do we so readily believe excited imagination every pettish word, every what we wish, even after all our bitter experi- hasty and impatient thought or feeling, seems a ence? Nothing seems too great for our credi- deadly sin, capable of bringing down upon her bility. Some of the people even believe in a and those with whom her life is bound up heavy tunnel by which communication is kept up with blows of the avenging rod. She cannot now bear the city and provisions and herds sent in! Victor's irrepressible fun and lightness of heart,
October 19.—This morning, going into Nina's only a little less exuberant than of old, and someroom at an unus
usually early hour in search of a times shows her pain in hasty words and deeds. remedy for Arnaud, who was crying with tooth. And she fears God will punish her by taking ache, I found her stretched senseless on the floor Victor from us too. This is dreadful. Last before the little altar she has placed in the recess night exhausted nature had given way, and she which she uses as an oratory. The wax tapers had fainted. Something must be done. But she had lighted had burned down to their sockets, what? My poor, poor Nina! Her spirit is so and the gray light of the early dawn alone re- sensitive, her nature so deep. Surely my fault vealed her prostrate figure. I raised her in great was little less than hers. This may well be s
life-lesson against yielding to the impatient im- | young officer knew nothing of Léon, Augustine pulse of angry feeling. Had I not given way to said. It was not likely. resentful and bitter thoughts that unhappy day, October 21.-I went to-day to the Central all might have been different now.
Ambulance, and saw Karl Erhardt. Other sights October 20.-The event of to-day to us is the I saw too, sights that have left my heart sick and news brought by Augustine that a dear friend of sorrowful. It was my first visit to an ambu. Léon's -- German—is lying wounded at the lance,-it should not have been, with my health Central Ambulance. He received a severe bayo- and strength, had I been able to leave mamma, net thrust at Ville Juif a month ago, and has and the pale, crippled, bandaged men moving been ever since in the ambulance, but in a dif- feebly and painfully about the corridors and stair. ferent ward from the one for more recent cases, cases, the long rows of beds, from which hollow in which Augustine has been chiefly engaged, eyes looked mournfully out of worn, wasted, and it was not till yesterday that the recognition suffering faces, were of themselves enough. But took place. Augustine chanced to be addressed
there was more. There had been fighting at by name by one of the nurses near the pallet of Malmaison, and the wounded were being brought a young Bavarian to whom he had before spoken in. Ghastly, blood-stained, groaning figures were several times. When he next turned towards being lifted from an ambulance waggon as we him the latter beckoned to him, and surprised entered; the hall was full of them; the broad him by asking if be was any relation to the young staircase up which we passed crimsoned with Count Léon de Laborde, who spent some weeks freshly-shed blood; and in one room, covered in Munich little more than a year ago. Expla- with cloaks or rugs, rows of still, rigid forms! nations followed, and the wounded soldier proved Uncle Lucien led me quickly on, and before I to be the son of a family from which Léon had could recover the overpowering agitation, I found received the greatest kindness during a short but myself face to face with Léon's friend. That he severe attack of fever when he was in that city. was such was all I remembered then. I did not Madame Erhardt had nursed him with motherly think of him as German or foe, only as of one care and kindness, and their house had been his Léon loved, and who returned his warm friendhome after he had been sufficiently recovered to ship. At first I could scarcely see; and when be removed from the hotel in which he had fallen the
young German took my silently offered hand ill. Karl Erhardt, the second son, and he had and said, “This is very kind, Mademoiselle de formed a warm friendship, which had been kept Laborde, but I fear it is too much for you," I up by correspondence until the commencement of fairly broke down, and burst into tears. Uncle the war. And now Léon's friend and the son of Lucien gave me a seat, and conversed with Lieuhis kind and gentle nurse was a captive and a tenant Erhardt while I recovered my composure. sufferer amongst us.
Of course, we all felt at My uncle was kind and courteous, as no true once that whatever could be done to discharge French gentleman can fail to be; and prepossessed the debt of gratitude we owed to him and his, in his favour as we were, it was impossible not must be done. He is on the convalescent list to be taken with the frank young soldier. His now, though his sufferings have been severe, and face was pale, and bore traces of much suffering, he will probably soon be released on parole. but his dark, brilliant eyes were full of life and Mamma wishes that he should come here, and we pleasure, his manner animated and winning. Το all feel it would be only right, though it may our proposal that he should take up his quarters possibly cause us some unpleasantness. So to with us when he should be able to leave the morrow, when Uncle Lucien returns from the ambulance, he gave a most cordial and grateful ramparts, he is to take me to the Palais de l'In- consent. He hoped, he said, to obtain his release dustrie and see how matters can be arranged. by exchange: he had an uncle who held a high Poor Nina's wistful eye and changing colour position in the Crown Prince's army, who would, spoke, to me at least, the question she shrank he had no doubt, accomplish this when he knew from putting into words. So I asked. No, the of his captivity. He had fallen far in the French
lines, and thought it most probable that he was nationality they belong; and so was he of whom supposed to be dead by his comrades.—“So my Léon speaks in that last letter. And we call them parents and friends are sorrowing for me, as you Goths and Vandals, Huns and Pandours – brutes and yours are for poor Léon, mademoiselle,” he and barbarians! The mass does not answer to said, with a dim mist passing over his bright the sample, certainly, if one-tenth of what we eyes; and with those words our spirits frater- hear of the Prussians-officers even-be true, nized.
October 22.-To-day brought no event, but a He spoke so tenderly and highly of Léon, but, short visit from Victor. He thinks we are right alas ! I can see he thinks there is little chance of about Karl Erhardt, and intended calling to see his having survived the terrible day of Sedan. him and Augustine as he passes on his way back He knows his regiment to have been decimated to his post at Neuilly. Dear Victor, our glimpses in one of those last desperate charges, and though of his bright young face are brief and few now. what was left of it went into Germany, it was The reconnaissance at Malmaison produced no without officers. If he obtains his release, he results, as usual; except those I saw—and those, will use every effort to ascertain the truth. He alas ! are usual too. thanked us warmly for our generous kindness Victor is scarcely tolerant of the name of when Uncle Lucien, after hearing the doctor had Ducrot. That general's letter to General Trochu, pronounced him sufficiently recovered to leave in justifying his evasion at Pont à Mousson, has not two or three days, promised to obtain an author- satisfied him; nor, I think, any really generous ization billeting him upon us.
and high-minded person. If the obligation of I came home more inclined to "individualize” actual possession of a safe-conduct no longer the war than before. This warm-hearted, high-existed, certainly a moral one remained. And spirited, right-minded young man is one of the that is, I think, the general feeling. He is not host whom we class as “Prussians," to whatever “white-washed" in the eyes of most officers.
Apologetics for the People.
BY DR. R. PATERSON, CHICAGO.
CAN WE BELIEVE CHRIST AND HIS APOSTLES ? "That which was from the beginning, which we have..seen with our eyes, which we have looked upon, and our hands have handed,
of the Word of life; that which we have seen and heard declare we unto you."--1 John i. 1, 3. E have seen that the companions of Jesus 1. The first thing which strikes us in their testimony
wrote the books of the New Testament- is, that it stands out utterly different from all other that their statements of the existence, religions. There is nothing in the world like it, not
worship, morals, and faith of the Christian even its counterfeits. The great central fact of ChrisChurch are confirmed by their enemies, and that multi- tianity—that Christ died for our sins, and rose again tudes of heathens were turned from vice to virtue by from the dead-stands absolutely alone in the history the belief of the testimony of these men—they testified of religions. The priests of Baal, Brahma, or Jupiter, that Jesus Christ did many wonderful miracles—died never dreamed of such a thing. The prophets of Mofor our sins, and rose again from the dead—that they hanimedanism, Mormonism, or Pantheism, have never saw, and heard, and felt his body, and ate, and drank, attempted to imitate it. The great object of all counand conversed with him for forty days after his resur- terfeit Christians is to deny it. rection—that he ascended up to heaven in their sight- There is no instance in the whole world's bistory of that he sent them to tell the world that he will come any other religion ever producing the same effects. We again in the clouds of heaven, with his mighty angels, demand any other instance of men, destitute of wealth, to judge the living and the dead—that he who believes arms, power, and learning, converting multitudes of these things and is baptized shall be saved, but he that lying, lustful, murdering idolaters, into honest, peacebelieveth not shall be damned. This is their statement.able, virtuous Christians, simply by prayer and preachThe question is, Can we believe them?
ing. When the infidel tells us of the rapid spread of