A Dream of Empire; Or, The House of BlennerhassettVenable, William Henry
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A Dream of Empire; Or, The House of Blennerhassett
Venable, William Henry
Blennerhassett, Harman, 1765-1831 -- Fiction
"Dear Madam: Your good husband has informed you of the miscarriage
of our plans, and of our humiliating detention by Government
officials. This temporary delay on the road to Beulah is wholly
chargeable to the treachery of one individual in whom I placed
absolute trust. No fit abiding place is yet provided for you on the
Wachita acres. And Orleans is a port closed against us. How
mortifying! Let not these tidings distress you, but draw upon the
infinite resources of a determined will. I am not discouraged--only
pestered and stung by a swarm of mosquitoes in the shape of
magistrates, militia colonels, and false witnesses. Doubtless, Mr.
Blennerhassett will be restored to you soon; as for myself, I take
all the responsibility for his misfortunes upon my shoulders.
Circumstances compel me, for the present, to move with
circumspection, but you shall hear from me in good time.
"Last night, in my sleep, I had a delightful experience. I dreamed
we were all sailing the Mediterranean, in a silken-sailed barge,
bound for Egypt, Syria, Arabia, and every spicy, flowery land. I
awoke to the 'slumbery agitation' of today's evil chances. However,
'there's nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.' The
Kingdom is within us. You recollect old Shirley's solemn lines,
'The glories of our blood and state
Are shadows, not substantial things.'
The only substantial world is comprised within the two hemispheres
of the human heart.
"Dear madam, will you console Theodosia with one of your brave,
loving, womanly letters? She is the one who will suffer most from
the miserable collapse of our plans--she and poor little Gampy.
"I presume you will return to the Enchanted Ground! 'Tis a heavenly
retreat. I enclose a sprig of Spanish moss from a cypress-tree near
the village jail. Adieu,
"A. B."
The gallant traitor did not linger for the governor's catchpoll to
seize him. French leave was better than a sheriff's hospitality. Three
of Burr's faithful adherents agreed to convey him secretly, in a
skiff, to a point twenty miles from Bayou Pierre, and there to provide
him with a horse and a mounted guide, to facilitate his escape from
the Territory. In pursuance of his project, he was about to leave
Washington, on foot, to join his clandestine abettors, when he was
curtly accosted by a young man whom he was startled to recognize at
that time and place. Burr put out his hand, but the young man
haughtily withheld his own. He spoke vehemently.
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