The Huguenot Bartholomew Dupuy and his descendants

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taine, of noble memory. And now, my children, Chap. i. ~—
take my blessing."
They knelt Avith sobs, and the hand of the dying Virginia.
soldier rested in turn upon every forehead.
As the last words were uttered he fell faintly
back, and a sigh only marked the passage of the
true gentleman from earth to heaven— from time
to eternity.
It was the bright sunshine of Virginia, the new
land, which rested last upon his forehead; but this
was his home now, loved and cherished like the old,
old home in France.
He died as he had lived, a true Huguenot. No
better epitaph is needed.
In addition to statements made in *'The
Story of a Huguenot's Sword," there are 1685.
records preserved by the older descendants of
Bartholomew Dupuy which throw light on his story of
escape. The flight of himself and wife
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through the country, from the western to the firmed,
eastern frontier, occupied some eighteen days.
He was frequently interrogated as to his business
and speed, but replied that he was the
King's officer and was on business which demanded
haste; and when more particularly
pressed would add that he had the E^g's
orders in his pocket. As he neared the
eastern frontier, which was more securely and
strictly guarded to apprehend refugees, he
was more frequently and pressingly interrupted,
but with the polite brevity of one clad
in a courtier's uniform, his word was a sufficient
passport. It was on his last day's ride,
and to the last stationed guard, that he had to
expose the King's signature, attached no
doubt to his certificate of aiqmesty, before he
was allowed to pass. The book of Psalms
which stopped the bullet and saved his wife's