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And still on earth Affection loves to dwell:

Some think she came from some far distant state; She curbs the passions which the bosom swell; But none her earlier history can relate. She soothes the wearied soul, and gives a balm A boy was left her when her husband died, Which every wound can heal, each sorrow calm; And thus she toiled his sustenance to provide; She darkest hours turns to brightest days;

And much she loved him, for a Mother's heart She lattered rags in richest robes arrays;

Against the world in arms would take the part She cheers with holy comforts till the last,

Of even a scornful child; but she discerned The triumph hour of suffering life is past.

That hers, as best he could, her love returned.

He was an idiot: and he always hung
Friend of mankind! Blest source of all my joys! Upon her garments when she walked, and clung
Say, while thy praise my willing pen employs, To her, as for protection, when afraid
Wilt thou, inspirer of the grateful song,

Of those who of his fears diversion made.
Direct its argument, its strain prolong,

And all day long he cowered by her chair, While, led by thee, I seek the haunts of men

Regarding those who passed with vacant stare: In crowded city, or in distant glen ?

And constantly, as to and fro he swung There may I see thee thy delights dispense

His goblin head, monotonously sung Alike to Poverty, or Competence;

In tones subdued but strangely musical,
And grant thine offices where'er a heart

The only words he knew : “Pal-lal, pal-lal.”
Seeks sympathy, or would its griefs impart;
Or give to earth's yet favored ones a more

At length the Mother and her son were seen
Refined enjoyment than they owned before.

To come no more where they so oft had been. There, haply, learn, that none are so forlorn,

They missed them at the stall, and some as poor Nor so above the storms of time upborne,

As they, approached their humble lodgings' door; So weak, so vain, so callous, or so stern,

And entering, saw the Mother on her bed: They never for thy priceless favors yearn;

They came too late to comfort-she was dead. Nor do not share them, if they will to share

How long with life she had parted nothing told: The toils and sorrows which the o'erburdened bear; The scanty fire was out; the corpse was cold; Or strive thy cheering influence to extend,

The idiot near her sat and held her hand, In guise of ruler, relative, or friend;

And when addressed appeared to understand; Philanthropist, or teacher; till the world

But firmer clasped it; and in softened strain, See to the dust its tyrant masters hurled.

And sadder far “Pal-lal” he sung again :

And tears were in his eyes that did express
Oh! may I, on the hastening waves of time His grief, if words and tone were meaningless.
Gazing entranced, behold the hour sublime,
When Knowledge, by Oppression unrestrained,

But soon in kindness from his Mother's bed
And Freedom, by thy guardian arm sustained,

The lonely boy was, unresisting, led; Shall from the equator to the poles prevail,

And silent and apart from all remained, And all the enrapiured world the light of Truth shall Till one exclaimed: “Who now will be his friend p» hail.

Then, with intelligence unknown before,

Dust in each hand he gathered from the floor, Come, ye whose hearts are not ashamed to own

And, as his body to and fro he swayed, A sympathy for woes to you unknown

As was his wont, strewed it upon his head, Come seek with me the city's bustling streets

And sang, as conscious of his misery, Where Luxury with famished Penury meets

“Pal-lal, pal-lal,” in wild heart piercing key.* Where Wealth with Squalor up an alley steals, Did Instinct this true eloquence inspire ? And Industry the pangs of hunger feels

Or, did a scintillation of the fire Where lives Pretence, and stints her greedy maw

Of mind, that lurked within him triumph o'er To clothe her back as Fashion gives the law

The organs that impassive were before ? Where many a noble enterprise has birth,

And if he felt the loss of her who still And flourish crimes as dark as stain the earth

Had served his wants and guarded him from ill-These contrasts--these and more-consider well:

Deprived of Reason's selfishness astute, But let the wildered eye a moment dwell,

And of the finer instincts of the bruteWhere, still a contrast, yon decaying stall

His life, though objectless to us, has known Leans 'gainst the church-ground's ornamented wall.

Some moments, when Affection would have shone 'Twas there, through summer's heat and winter's cold, Could indurated nerves her hests convey.

In calm delight upon his face of clay,
Her apples, cakes and nuts a widow sold:
And, for some five years past, she might be seen,

And his poor Mother-though she constant grieved In mended gown, and apron coarse and clean,

For him, and little in her lot relieved, To tread, with look resigned, as broke the day,

Yet, when she felt him clinging to her side, Baskets on head and arm, her cheerless way

Or toiled to give him bread-and 'twas her pride From suburb lodgings to her place of trade,

* The author is probably indebted to some British publication Where patiently till evening came she stayed.

for the incidents of this tale. He found it, some years since,

among the selections of a newspaper; but its origin was not It is not known if ever o'er her head

stated. He thinks, however, that his own observation warranta Their cheering radiance brighter days had shed. the inferences he has drawn.

That none should aid her--did her anguished mind 'Tis Reason's charge the fickle will to nerve,
In love bestowed no consolation find ?

Lest, heedlessly, from duty's path it swerve,
Oh, yes! she found it; for Affection gives,

And suffer those, who faithful slaves should be, Alike, to who bestows, and who receives :

From our control and rule, themselves to free. She soothed the sinless idiot's helpless lot,

But when these guardians of the realm of mind And in the task her greater woes forgot.

Have with our rebel enemies combined,

Cajoling reason falsely would persuade,Not all the ills of want, nor pomp of state,

And oft succeeds--that with their treacherous aid, And costly luxuries of the misnamed great,

Life shall be passed in triumph, or in bliss, Can so the heart's best sympathies impair,

Before unknown in such a world as this. That fond Affection scorns to linger there.

'Tis then we weakly drive our longest tried Though pouting Pride can bid himself despise

And firmest friend, Affection, from our side : The homely virtues of the truly wise-

Each kind emotion of the heart we spurn,
Though grasping Avarice starve himself to add

And to our servile masters blindly turn.
Another play-thing to the heap he had--
Though wild Ambition has his flag unfurled,

Had the great conqueror-great, as men are great-
And borne its bloody folds o'er half the world--, Controlled the storm that bore him to his fate,
Though men by erery art have madly striven Not given it strength, that moving 'midst its wrath
To gain the hate, alas! too freely given--

Men might the more admire bis dangerous path,
Some still remember better feelings clung

He might have gloried in a purer fame,
Around such callous hearts when life was young: And left his country a more cherished name.
And they, when disappointments darkly lower, And better far for him had life been spent
Or fell disease has made their spirits cower,

Beneath a lowly roof in calm content,
When the sustaining passion's reign is o'er,

Than to have bartered for the craving joy And dreams of selfish glory coine no more,

Ambition gives, the prattle of his boy, Can list Affection's whisperings, and bow

The ennobling love of his discarded wife, Where purest flames upon her altars glow.

And many a bliss best known in humble life. When Europe's conqueror--he, who could resign At evening the poor laborer takes his way The heart that loved him at Ambition's shrine- From the hot forge, where he has toiled all day, Man's prisoner and death's victim, far away

Up the rough hill, till he descries the spot From every scene of glory helpless lay,

Where Poverty has built his humble cot. He fondly thought upon that distant one,

Welcome to him, though all unskilful placed, Loved though the child of policy--his son

Its walls of rough-hewn logs with wild-vines graced: Not now connected with ambitious plans

Welcome to him its roof with moss o’ergrown, Of one wide empire over Europe's clans;

Pierced by the chimney built of broken stone: Nor destined now to hand his stolen crown,

Welcome to him, with twining tendrils bound, Through a long line, to distant ages down.

The fence of sticks which marks his garden ground. His faithful few attendants haste to bring

(There is his care before the rising sun The marble image of the infant king:

Calls him to toil, and when his toil is done.)
The dying conqueror from his pallet raised,

His hand upon the wooden latch is laid;
And his stern heart was softened as he gazed. The gate is closed, lest prowling swine invade
He died as none would die. His latest breath

And spoil his garden. Say, why stands he there? Revealed “the ruling passion strong in death;"

Why glistens in his eye the ready tear

While lines of pleasure on his chcek appear? For soon, the madness all his life made known, Drove struggling Reason from her lofty throne; Perhaps the sighing of the dying breeze And raised, while Nature's tempest raged amain, Through the high branches of the old oak trees; A wilder tempest in his fevered brain.

Perhaps the murmurs of the neighboring stream, And now he proudly on his war-horse sits

Where twilight rays of mellowed splendor gleam; At Lodi's bridge, or field of Austerlitz;

And all the music of the evening hour,
At his command they form the lengthened line, O'er his unconscious soul exert their power.
Wheel into squadrons and in column join;

Ah! sounds more soothing than even Nature's voice,
And now they charge through wreaths of fiery smoke: And dearer far, his listening ear rejoice.
The shouts are loud; the hostile line is broke:

For, now he hears the enlivening nielody He knows the glory his, and in his pride

Of sportive childhood and infantile glee; Cries out: "The army's head”—and thus infatuate And, as his sturdy form obscures the door, died. *

Roused by his step, and starting from the floor, When sensual Appetites in power are found,

His little prattlers round their Father press Or maddened Passions leap their proper bound,

All striving to obtain the first caress :

All speak at once, and all the tale repeat *" The fifth of May came amid wind and rain. Napoleon's Of childhood's sports and childhood's tasks complete. paesing spirit was deliriously engaged in a strile more terrible By the low window the pleased Mother sits, than the elements around. The words ' téte d'armée,' (head of And, mindful of the winter's wants, she knits: the army) the last which escaped from his lips, intimated that his thoughts were watching the current of a heady fight.”

While on her lap, delighted with the maze
Scott's Napolcon. Of unwound yarn, her rosy infant plays.



It is known that Georges, when he was arrested, killed with a pistol one of the officers of police, who had thrown themselves, one in front of his horse and one at the door of his cabriolet. The first consul ordered that the money found on the person of the prisoner should be given to the widow of the unfortunate officer, and that a pension should be allowed her. The husband of this woman was in the habit of getting drunk and beating her regularly every day; so that she found herself in possession of forty thousand francs which Georges had in his cabriolet, and of a pension of twelve hundred francs, at the same moment that she was rid of her husband.

The husband greets his partner with a smile,
Regardless now that all his life is toil.
But not regardless she: the well scoured board,
Spread with the herbs his garden beds afford,
And wholesome bread, supplies a rich repast,
Which might regale an epicurean taste.

Why is the poor man happy, though his lot
Is indigence and labor? His are not
The many comforts wealth can always bring;
But some are his might be denied a king.
What though, when gazing on the years to be,
His eye beholds continued poverty ?
He knows, and with the thought his heart dilates,
For want and toil Affection compensates.

In tender years while friendly Innocence
Sull lends our lives her guardian influence;
Ere yet false-shame forbids us to reveal
The sympathies we never fail to feel;
How freely, in its frankness, doth the heart
To all the world its treasured thoughts impart !
How prone its unschooled confidence to blend
In one, a fellow mortal and a friend!
But ah! these fragrant blossoms fade and die,
Like flowers of autumn, ere maturity:
For soon the chilling treacheries, and fears,
And disappointments, proved in after years,
Ere they have half unfolded into bloom,
Hasten to seal their melancholy doom.
The heart even then, which never can forget
Ils nature, constant to Affection yet,
Seeks, 'mid the reckless crowd that round her press,
Some faithful, kindred hearts, its lonely lot to bless.


Immediately on his arrest, Georges was conducted, in the midst of an immense crowd, to the prefecture of police, where the prefect, M. Dubois, subjected him to his first examination. Georges, very much moved in the beginning, was not long in recovering an assurance, which, however, in no respect resembled audacity; the tone of his voice was soft, his expressions well selected, and his physiognomy frank and open, was entirely different from the idea one would have forned of the chief of a bold party, of a sort of Old Man of the Mountain, a commander of assassins. A poignard adorned with a light easing in silver, was found on his person; M. Dubois, examining this poignard, said to the prisoner:

“Is not the stamp which I perceive here the English

stamp ?"

“I do not know,” replied Georges; “but I can assure NOTES AND ANECDOTES, you I did not have my poignard stamped at Paris.” Political and Miscellaneous--from 1798 to 1830.--Drawn from the Portfolio of an Officer of the Empire,--and translated from the French, for the Messenger.



I have never believed that governments invented conFrom the moment the conspiracy of Georges and the spiracies, plots or insurrections, for their own purposes; presence of the conspirators in Paris, was denounced by but I have always seen so much profit drawn from them, Querelle, until they were all arrested, the barriers re- that the opinion, so generally diffused, of the participamained closed, and no one could enter or leave Paris tion of public authorities or of the police in attempted without the most particular permission. The inhabi- assassinations, or schemes of assassination, does not seem tants of the capital, at first deeply interested in the to me very improbable. Thus the most fortunate event conspiracy, had ceased to think of it; and while the for the Restoration, was the assassination of the Duke police redoubled its efforts to seize the persons who de Berri, and no one, not even M. Clausel de Cousserwere implicated, searched the houses and demolished gues himself, could believe that Louis XVIII or M. hiding places cunningly constructed, the great question Decayes armed the hand of Louvel. at Paris was to ascertain how the promenade of Long It was the conspiracy of Georges, directed against Champs could take place if the barriers of l'Etoile re- the first consul, which founded the empire. Will it be mained closed. The question was not without interest said that the government of that day was privy to the to the government; the suppression of the fetes of conspiracy ? Long.Champs had caused a seriousness to trade, and a Georges passed the whole night that preceded his sensible diminution in the revenue of the city. The execution, in prayer; on the morning he conversed police, however, did not show any inclination to yield. with much tranquillity and sang froid. Luckily, the two last accomplices of Georges were ar “I have done better than I desired,” said he: “I rested on the morning of Palm Sunday; an order to wished to give a king to France, and I have given it an open the barriers was immediately given and executed, emperor.” and the promenade of Long.Champs was made as usual. An accusation against the government of having

planned the conspiracy, would not be more groundless | in place of harsh and bitter words, he had been wel. in the case of Georges than in all others. It was said, comed with encouraging language; is it unreasonable and I believe even printed, that Querelle had been sent to think that Georges, with his talent (for he had talent) to London by the French government, to inspire Georges and his firm and energetic character, might have been with the idea of this conspiracy.

made one of the most distinguished generals of our army?

Repulsed, humiliated, he turned a conspirator. ONE OF THE PROBABLE CAUSES OF THE CONSPIRACY OF GEORGES.

PICHEGRU. If we ascend to the origin, to the birth, if I may so express myself, of the greatest events, it will be almost

When one, accused of a great crime, dies in prison, invariably found that some trifling cause led to these if his death be natural, he is said to have been poisoned; great results. I will not repeat here what has been so

in case of suicide, to have been assassinated. It is with often said, and with so much reason, of the influence great conspirators, as with princes, the ordinary acciof physical predispositions on the moral character and dents of life are not considered to exist for them; preconduct of individuals. From the time of Cromwell served from all the diseases which affect the human and the gravel which tormented him, to that of I know family, nothing remains for them but a violent death, not what Roman, over whose resolutions digestion ex- without this they would be immortal. ercised such great influence, physical predispositions

Pichegru strangled himself in the Temple; no one produced more criminal and good actions, than all the will dare repeat at the present day the absurd fable of developments of great passions, bad or generous, put the introduction of Mamelukes into his prison, for the together; and it remains still to be determined whether purpose of putting him to death. The guilt of Pichegru these grand passions did not themselves originate and was as plain as light; he killed himself because he spring immediately from physical predispositions. But knew he had lost both his honor and his chance: his such a subject would lead into too long a digression. I chance, because he had been unsuccessful; and his wish, in this instance, to exhibit a moral cause, but a honor, by betraying the republic and treating with the small and contemptible one, leading to a great act, to Bourbons for money, when clothed with an important the plot of 1804.

command. If we reflect upon the change effected in Georges'

Pichegru was not assassinated, and the agitation of character between 1800 to 1804, we shall have no diffi. the question is perfectly idle; for it must be manifest culty in believing that such a man might have been that his life was of cssential importance to the accusareclaimed that he might have become sensible to the tion directed against himself, Moreau, and their accomgreat courage and genius of Napoleon, by comparing plices. him with the princes with whom he treated, and whose

“We have lost the best means of convicting Moreau.” worthlessness and weakness he well understood.

It was in these terms that M. Real announced to the Georges, the chief of a band, found it, in 1800, sim- first consul the death of Pichegru, and the reply of ple and natural enough to employ assassins to put an Bonaparte was: “ Truly a fine end for the conqueror enemy out of his way. In 1804, he was no longer the of Holland.” same person. He had been called to treat of the pa

If Pichegru had not killed himself, he would certainly cification of La Vendée; his rank had been, if not have been condemned to death, but he would not have legally acknowledged, at least admitted in fact; the been executed. The first consul had explained his in. part of a chief of assassins no longer suited him. It tentions in the most formal manner. was as a general that he wished to attack a general, “Go and examine Pichegru,” said he, to M. Real ; his enemy; he desired a combat in open day, before“ before committing this one fault he served his country every one's eyes; he asserted, and nothing in the course well and honorably; I have no occasion for his blood; of the trials disproved its correctness, that he designed tell him that he must regard this affair as a battle lost. to have attacked the first consul with a troop equal in He cannot remain in France; propose Cayenne to him; number to that of his escort.

he knows the country; he may have a fine situation There was a moment when a friendship might have

there." been brought about between the first consuland Georges,

Pichegru had too much astuteness not to comprehend to whose character Napoleon did not fear to render full from the first the intention of this demi-confidence; be and entire justice. But Napoleon, born among the aria-spoke carelessly of Cayenne, and of what might be tocracy, continued an aris:ocrat. A great name always effected there : “With six millions,"* said he, “and six exercised a powerful influence over him. When the thousand negroes, Cayenne may be made the most impacification of La Vendée was signed, he received with portant of our colonial establishments.” excessive kindness every Vendean general who was a

Unfortunately, M. Real never again saw Pichegru, marquis or a count. For General Georges, because he to whom he had very openly offered his good offices was simply M. Georges Cadoudal, he had only a glance with the first consul. Some days before the accomof contempt, and short and bitter words.

plice of Georges was found strangled in his bed, he Now, suppose he had used towards Georges the irre- had said to the keeper of the Temple : "I see very sistible fascination by which he so easily conquered his plainly that M. Real wishes to amuse me by his story most determined adversaries. Suppose, instead of the of Cayenne." scornful look, he had received him with the smile he At the time of his death, Pichegru was not so closely knew how to render so irresistibly attractive; suppose

* or francs.

guarded as to be always in sight of the keepers of the Duke of Bordeaux, and Charles X willingly consented prison. During the first days of his imprisonment, two that Chambord should be included in the apanage of gendarmes placed in his chamber, never quitted him for the young prince. an instant. This surveillance annoyed him, and he Finally, in 1832, the tribunals decided that the Duke asked to be freed from it. The first consul, informed of Bordeaux was lawfully dispossessed. Chambord has of his wish, replied:

again become a part of the public domain. To whom “When a man wishes to kill himself he can always will they give it next? find an opportunity; do not torment Pichegru; remove the gendarmes, since they are disagreeable to him.”

PAUL FIRST, EMPEROR OF RUSSIA. All these evidences of the interest which the first consul felt for Pichegru, have been basely perverted by About the end of the year 1800, there appeared at the enemies of Napoleon. But who, at this day, will Paris a caricature representing the emperor,

Paul First, dare accuse the emperor of cruelty ? I ask with confi- on foot; in one of his hands was written the word order, dence even his most violent adversaries; I ask the au- in the other counter-order, and on the forehead disorder. thor of a pretty little work, entitled l'Oyre de Corse, The political and private conduct of this prince, so long published in 1815; I ask the man who, for this chef unfortunate and so worthy of a better fate, denoted an d'auvre, probably enjoys, at the present moment, a pen. incoherence of ideas perhaps but too apparent. Bonasion from the funds destined for the encouragement of parte said, speaking of him, and of this incoherence in literature-to say if he ever believed what he has writ- his conduct and schemes : Qui sait ? c'est peut-etre un ten of the natural cruelty of Napoleon.

grand homme embarrassé. The Bourbons raised, or suffered to be raised, a statue It has never been shown that Bonaparte was not right; to Pichegru; they had reason to do so. Pichegru, a his opinion was, at least, shared by all the French who traitor to the republic, executed conscientiously, every ever approached the Russian Emperor; all of whom had thing that depended on him to accomplish the treaty received from him, because of their being Frenchmen, he concluded with the Bourbons. He demanded, in the the kindest treatment. event of his success, the baton of a Marshal of France, The death of this prince, assassinated with the conthe title of Duke, the cordon rouge, the domain of Cham- sent of his sons, the 13th of March, 1801, was brought bord, and an income of 200,000 francs. His stake con about by the councils of England and Prussia. When sisted of his honor and his head; he lost. A statue the news reached Berlin, no trouble was taken even to cannot compensate his sacrifices.

dissemble the joy which it caused.

The Moniteur announced the assassination of the Em

peror Paul in these words: THE DOMAIN OF CHAMBORD.

“Paul First died during the night between the 24th

and 25th of March. The history of this Domain of Chambord is a sin “The English squadron (the same which bombarded gular one! There are few estates in France that have Copenhagen) passed the Sound the 30th. been sold as often as this has been given away.

“History will inform us of the connexion between In 1797, Louis XVIII, who possessed Chambord, these two events.” only in his right as king of France and Navarre, erected History has, in fact, informed us; never did it speak it into a Duchy, for the purpose of presenting it to more clearly. Pichegru as the price of his treason.

In 1799, the same Louis XVIII, who had many reasons for considering his first donation as null, transferred ALEXANDER FIRST, EMPEROR OF RUSSIA. the Domain of Chambord, under the guarantee of the Emperor of Russia, lo Barras, for a promised treason. I have said that I would not tie myself down to a

In 1802, the commission of the constitution offered rigorously chronological order; when events seem to the Domain of Chambord to Bonaparte, who would not me in some degree connected, I intend to bring them accept it.

together. In 1804, the emperor permitted Chambord to become WHAT AN ATROCIOUS ACTION ! Such were, according a part of the imperial domain.

to the English physician Whilly, the last words, the last In 1803, by the treaty of Bayonne, signed the 12th evidence of the reason of the Emperor Alexander. of April, Chambord was given, in full property, to Cervantes, in his immortal work, restores reason to Charles IV, then king of Spain.

Don Quixolte at the moment of dying. Cervantes had In 1810, the emperor presented Chambord to the studied, not only the human heart, but also the singular prince of Neufchatel

, who was charged to keep it in effects, the strange peculiarities of certain diseases. Thus repair; in case of the extinction of the male line of it has been observed that the insane generally recover his descendants it was to revert to the public. Berthier their reason a few minutes before breathing their last. Is never went to Chambord, and suffered it to fall to ruins. it that the debility which precedes death calms the fever,

In 1820, the family of the prince of Neufchatel, en- the brain excitement, called insanity? I leave to those tirely disregarding the clause of reversion imposed at who are wiser than I am the task of examining this the time of the gift, sold Chambord to a commission, question. But the phenomenon itself has been too who purchased it, by means of a voluntary subscription, often witnessed not to be acknowledged. George III made up by all persons, under pain of being deprived conversed very reasonably several hours before he exof their offices, then in the civil or military employment pired; he inquired, in the most perfectly lucid manner, of France. The commission offered this domain to the ) for some details connected with facts which he consi.

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