Phenix Gazette

Romantic Tale.--There is something approaching to the romantic in the fate of the younger Cathlinean, whose family suffered more than any other in the cause of the Bourbons; no less than thirty of the name died in arms or on the scaffold.

"The younger Cathlinean, devoted with hereditary zeal to the worn out cause of the Bourbons,
took up arms for Madame la Duchess de Berri,
associated in his successes with M. de Suriac,
M. Morriset, and Mr. de la Soreme, names dear
in the annals of fidelity and courage. Orders
were given to arrest them at Beaupreau; they
took refuge in a chateau in the neighborhood.-
The troops surrounded and searched it, but all
in vain, not a single human being was to be found
in it.

Certain, however, that the objects of their
search were actually within the precincts of the
chateau, they closed the gates, set their watch,
and allowed no one to enter except a peasant,
whom they employed to show them the hiding
places. This watch they kept three days, till
wearied by the non-appearance of the parties and
the bellowing of the cattle which were confined
without water and on short allowance, they were
on the point of quitting the spot, when one of
the officers, however, thought, previous to doing
so he would go over the chateau once more-the
peasant followed close at his heels. Suddenly
the officer turned towards him, "Give me a pinch
of snuff, friend," said he. "I have none," re-
plied the man: "I do not take it." "Then, who
is there in this chateau that does?" "No one that
I know of. There is no one in the chateau, as
you see." "Then, whence comes the snuff that
I see here?" said the officer, pointing with his foot
to some that was scattered on the ground.-
The man turned pale and made no reply. The
officer looked round again, examined the earth
more closely, stamped with his foot, and, at last,
thought he felt a vibration, as if the ground be-
low was hollow. He scrutinized every inch, and
at length saw something like a loose board-he
raised it up, and then, alas! he beheld Cathlinean
in front of his three companions, with his pis-
tol in his hand ready to fire. The officer had
not a moment to deliberate: he fired, Cathlinean
fell dead, and his companions were seized. This
story was told to us by the keeper of the Musee,
and afterwards confirmed by an officer who was
one of the party employed. Six Weeks on the
Loire