118 APPENDIX. 



Specimen of Brutality. 



Speaking of grandeur versus littleness, reminds me 

 of a circumstance. In 1841, three countrymen of 

 mine, two living in New York, and one in Albany, 

 came to pay me a visit in Astoria. One of them, a 

 splendid, tall looking man (physically speaking) one of 

 the debris of the Waterloo's cataclysm of blood, asked 

 me if I was a married man ? I answered affirmatively. 

 Married to an American lady or a French one ? I re- 

 plied an English one. English ? Yes ! Well he said 

 with a wry face, she loses seventy-five per cent in my 

 estimation ! ! Sir, I believe you, since you say so, but 

 I, in my appreciation of your high stature, and nar- 

 row-minded idea, I think .... that you .... are an ass ! 

 He changed color at hearing that apostrophe, and made 

 a motion of his right arm, as I made of my right foot 

 " to shake the kinkles out o' back an' leg, an o' rack my 

 face off from &jilip, I thought he was going to adminis- 

 ter me. But suddenly one of his friends, the Albanian, 

 another debris of the catastrophe of Waterloo, threw 

 his arms across the body of that appraiser of a woman 

 he had never seen, and of a man he saw for the first 

 time, and told him : Rioux ! (I think it was his name) 

 it is a shame for you to insult a man, and a woman you 

 have never seen, and do not know any thing about him 

 or her. If you touch him you will have to knock me 

 down first, and be sorry after. And he would have 



