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mourir en souhaitant bonheur et prospérite au he had confided, on the 26th, to the care of peuple français et à ma patrie. Adieu, pour toujours.

L. H. J. DE BOURBON, Prince de Condé.

PS. Je demande a être enterré a Vincennes, prés de mon infortuné fils.

Manoury, for fear of not being able to accomplish it himself; his mute adieu to his attendants; the state of the body, which presented no traces of violence, except some excoriations quite compatible with suicide; the condition of his clothes on which no soil had been observed; the bolt closed from within; the material difficulties of the assassination; and the impossibility of laying the finger on the assassin.

prince: and this was perfectly harmless! Another endeavored, by means of a small ribbon, to move the bolt from outside: and this with complete success. It was said that Lecomte, when in the chapel where the body was exposed, vanquished by his emotion, exclaimed, "I have a weight upon my heart." M. Bonnie, contradicting the formal assertions of Lecomte, affirmed that on the morning of the 27th, the bolt of the back staircase was not closed; and that in order to hide this fatal circumstance, Madame de Feuchères, instead of taking the shorter route, when hurrying to the chamber of the prince, took the route of the grand staircase!

In these strange recommendations, many thought they saw a proof of suicide. Others more suspicious, could not conceive that these were the adieus of a prince about to quit life. The fear of a pillage of St. Leu seemed incompatible with that disgust for Against these presumptions, the defendall things which precedes suicide. It was, ers of his memory replied by words and moreover, little likely that the prince should acts of powerful effect. One of them, M. have experienced such a fear on the night Mery Lafontaine, suspended himself at the of the 26th, the night after the fête of St. fatal window-sash in precisely the same Louis, wherein he had received such flat-condition as that in which they found the tering testimonies of affection. It was also inexplicable how the prince could attribute St. Leu to Louis Philippe, to whom he knew it did not belong. There was great surprise, that having seized the pen in the midst of preparations for a suicide, he had said nothing respecting his design, and thus saved his faithful servants from a frightful suspicion. The very mode, in which the papers were discovered, was inconceivable. How came it that these papers, so easily perceived on the evening of the 27th, escaped the diligent search of Romanzo, Choulot, and Manoury, and all those who that day visited every corner of the room, chimney included? Was it not very likely that they were thrown there by some hand interested in On the 4th of September, the heart of the belief of suicide? These things led the prince was carried to Chantilly. L'Ab. some to conjecture that the document was bé Pélier, almoner to the prince, directed of some anterior date, and that it was no the funeral service. He appeared, bearing more than a proclamation of the prince the heart of the victim in a silver box, and during the first days of the month of Au- ready to pronounce the last adieu. A somgust, when the revolutionary storm was bre silence reigned throughout; every one still muttering. This hypothesis was was in suspense. The impression was prostrengthened by some who remembered that the prince had indeed conceived the idea of a proclamation. For our own parts, we incline to look upon it as a forgery. It could hardly have been a proclamation, from the very form of it; and the same objection before advanced of the prince's attributing St. Leu to the king, when in reality it belonged to the prince, applies also to this. Besides, a critical inspection of the words remaining, and of their arrangement, leads to a suspicion of forgery: they are too consecutive for a burned let

found, immense, when the orator with a solemn voice let fall these words: 'The prince is innocent of his death before God!' Thus ended the great race of Condé.

Madame de Feuchères precipitately quitted Saint Leu, and went to the Palais Bourbon. For a fortnight she made l'abbé Briant sleep in her library, and madame Flassans in her room, as if dreading to be alone. Soon mastering her emotion, she showed herself confident and resolute. She resumed her speculations at La Bourse; gained considerable sums, and laughed at her enemies. But she could not stifle the murTwo parties formed opposite opinions, murs which arose on all sides. The Prince and maintained them with equal warmth. de Rohan made every preparation both for Those who believed in his suicide, alleged a civil and a criminal procès. At Chantilly in favor of their opinion the inquest; the and St. Leu there were few who believed melancholy of the prince since 1830; his in the suicide; at Paris the boldest conroyalist terrors; the act of charity which | jectures found vent; the highest names in

ter.

the kingdom were not spared. The name [cide, he saw the proof of assassination. of an illustrions person was coupled with The younger M. Dupin replied with great that of Madame de Feuchères, and furnish- dexterity. But it was remarked and comed political enemies with a weapon they mented on at the time, that he replied to were not scrupulous in using. With a sav-precise facts and formal accusations with age sagacity they remarked that, from the vague recriminations and tortuous explan27th, the court had taken possession of the ations. He pretended that this action was theatre of the transaction; that the almon- nothing but a plot laid by the legitamistes; er of the prince, although on the spot, was an attempt at vengeance; which he called not invited to co-operate in the procès-ver-upon all friends of the revolution of 1830 baux; and that the physician of the prince, to resent. The interest of the legitimisteş M. Geurin, was not called in to the exam- in the affair was evident; but to combat an ination of the body: the latter being con- imposing mass of testimony something fided to three physicians, two of whom, more than a vehement appeal to the recolMM. Marc and Pasquier, were on the most lections of July was necessary. The Ro-. intimate relations with the court. With hans lost their cause before the jury: but, the affected astonishment of raillery, they right or wrong, do not seem altogether to demanded why the Duc de Broglie had have lost it before the tribunal of public prevented the insertion, in the Moniteur,' opinion. of the oration of M. Pélier at Chantilly. The court soon ceased to feel any uneaTo stifle these rumors, the scandal of siness respecting the noise which the affair which reached even the throne, a decisive still kept up. Nevertheless one thing was and honorable means was in the power of extremely tormenting in it. There was, the king. To repudiate a succession so and had been for some time in the house clouded with mystery would have silenced of Condé, a secret of which two persons his enemies and done honor to himself. were always the depositaries. This secret But the head of the Orleans family had ear- had been confided by the Duc de Bourbon, ly shown that indifference to money was at the time of his stay in London, to Sir not the virtue he aspired to. On the eve William Gordon, equerry to the Prince Reof passing to a throne he hastily consigned gent, and to the Duc de Châtre. After his personal property to his children, in or- their deaths M. de Chourlot received the der that he might not unite it with the confidence of the prince, and having been state property, after the antique law of thrown from his horse and being considermonarchy. Instead therefore of relinquish-ed in danger, admitted Manoury also into ing his son's claim to the heritage of the his confidence. No one ever knew what Prince de Condé, he invited Madame de this secret was, except that it was most Feuchères to court, where she was gallant-important and most redoubtable. ly received. Paris was in a stupor. The Whatever may be the conclusion arrived violence of public opinion rendered an in-at by the reader respecting this mysterious quiry inevitable; but no stone was left un-affair, there can be but one sentiment returned to stifle the affair. The conseil-specting part of the conduct of Louis Philleur-rapporteur, M. de la Huproie, showing ippe. Decency would have suggested that himself resolved to get at the truth, was suddenly shifted elsewhere, and the place of judge which he had long desired for his son-in-law, was at once accorded him.

At length, however, the action brought by the family of the Rohans, to invalidate the testament of the Duc de Bourbon in favor of the Duc d'Aumale, was tried. Few trials excited more interest. The veil which covered the details of the event was half drawn aside. M. Hennequin, in a speech full of striking facts and inferences, presented a picture of the violences and artifices by which the old Duc de Bourbon was hurried into consent to the will. In the well known sentiments of the prince, M. Hennequin saw the proof that the testament was not his real wish, but had been forced from him; and in the impossibility of suiVOL. III. No. IV. 34

such a woman. as the Baronne de Feuchères should not be welcomed at court, especially when such terrible suspicions were hanging over her. Decency would have suggested that the public should have full and ample conviction of the sincerity with which the causes of the prince's death were investigated. It does not seem to us that Louis Philippe acted with his usual tact in this case. For tact he has, and wonderful ability, in spite of the sneers of M. Louis Blanc. A man cannot rule France without courage, cleverness, and tact. Louis Philippe has abundantly shown to what a great extent he possesses all three. He uses his ministers and friends as tools, it is true; but it is no ordinary task to use such men as instruments for your own ends.

M. Louis Blanc, in common with most

LOVE STRONG IN DEATH.

BY EBENEZER ELLIOTT.

From Tait's Magazine.

[This poem is founded on a fact, witnessed by a friend of the
mother that she would give him something to keep for her sake.]
THE brother of two sisters
Drew painfully his breath:

A strange fear had come o'er him,
For love was strong in death.
The fire of fatal fever

Burn'd darkly on his cheek;
And often to his mother

He spoke, or tried to speak.

Frenchmen, is very bitter against the king; and the episode we have selected from his work must be read cum grano, as it is obviously dwelt upon for the purpose of inspiring his readers with his own animosity. True, the spirit of the whole work is bio-author. A boy, when at the point of death, requested of his graphical, anecdotical, personal; nevertheless we remark that M. Blanc selects with pleasure all the facts or anecdotes which tell against the king. He dwells with evident satisfaction on the vivid picture which he draws of the irresolution, the want of audacity, which Louis Philippe displayed when the throne was first offered to him; and very strongly depicts the utter want of participation which the Duc d'Orleans had in the Revolution. He neither His name was conspired nor combated. never mentioned, his person never thought of, till the Revolution was finished; and then, wanting a ruler, they elected him. It is with quiet sarcasm that M. Blanc points to the fact that Louis Philippe, the day after every émeute, always appearing in public with his family, especially on the theatre of the transaction, as if to associate in the people's minds the ideas of order and peace with the Orleans family.

But we must here quit for the present the work of M. Louis Blanc; anxiously awaiting the appearance of the concluding volumes, and conscientiously recommending it to our readers as one of the most vivid, interesting, and important works. that have recently issued from the French press.

DR. WOLFF-A public meeting was convened at the Hanovor Square Rooms on Wednesday, to take leave of Dr. Wolff previous to his departure for Bokhara, to ascertain the fate of Colonel Stoddart and Captain Conolly The proceedings appeared to excite much interest; and the confident hopes held out, in their addresses to the meeting, by Captain Grover and the worthy doctor, that the gallant officers were still living, notwithstanding the accounts of their supposed execution, which had reached this country from various sources, were supported by several very remarkable facts. One of the most striking of these, mentioned by Captain Grover, is to be found in a letter from Colonel Stoddart, written shortly after his imprisonment by the Ameer at Bokhara in 1838, in which he says, you will frequently hear of my captivity, but I caution you never to believe any accounts of my death." Dr. Wolff stated his intention to set out on his proposed mission this day (Saturday), to proceed first to Malta, then to Constantinople, and then onwards for Bokhara, having been provided by the Foreign Office with despatches for the Ambassadors and Captain Shiel. -Court Journal.

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He said, "The quiet moonlight,
Beneath the shadow'd hill,
Seem'd dreaming of good angels,

While all the woods were still :
I felt, as if from slumber

I never could awake:
Oh, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake!

"A cold, dead weight is on me,

A heavy weight, like lead;
My hands and feet seem sinking
Quite through my little bed:
I am so tired, so weary-

With weariness I ache:
Oh, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake!

"Some little token give me,

Which I may kiss in sleep,
To make me feel I'm near you,
And bless you, though I weep.
My sisters say I'm better-

But, then, their heads they shake:
Oh, mother, give me something
To cherish for your sake!

"Why can't I see the poplars?
Why can't I see the hill,
Where, dreaming of good angels,
The moonbeams lay so still?
Why can't I see you, mother?
I surely am awake:

Oh, haste and give me something
To cherish for your sake!"

The little bosom heaves not;
The fire hath left his cheek;
The fine chord-is it broken?
The strong chord--could it break?
Ah, yes! the loving spirit

Hath wing'd its flight away:
A mother and two sisters
Look down on lifeless clay.

DUTROCHET ON FRUITS.-This gentleman confirms, by his own experiments, the modern opinion that the removal of the leaves of fruit-trees, in order to expose the fruit to the direct influence of the air and light, is exceedingly destructive; but he considers it highly essential that the tree itself should be well exposed to both. This is particu larly requisite with the dwarf vine, which, if shaded, or placed in a position which prevents its receiving an abundant supply of air, becomes almost unproductive--Athenæum.

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE EMPEROR NA

POLEON.

BY MRS. ABELL (LATE MISS ELIZA BALCOMBE). AFTER HE LEFT HER FATHER'S RESIDENCE, "THE

BRIARS," FOR LONGWOOD.

From the New Monthly Magazine.

WITH the assistance of my daughter's pencil, and some rough sketches I had by me, I have been enabled to give a view of the Briars, and the cottage occupied by Napoleon whilst he stayed with us. He certainly appeared very contented during that time, and frequently expressed a strong desire that the government would permit him to remain there, by purchasing the estate; and on their refusing to do so, he sent General Montholon to negotiate with my father, that he himself might become the purchaser of the Briars; but circumstances (probably political) prevented the negotiation from taking effect.

Napoleon used to watch with great interest the fatigue parties of the 53d regiment, as they wound round the mountains above us, carrying on their shoulders the materials wherewith to render Longwood fit to receive him; and as the time of its completion drew near, he manifested his discontent, by grumbling at the sounds of the fifes and drums, to which the soldiers of the 53d used to toil up those steep acclivities, as serving to warn him of the speedy termination of his sojourn at our cottage.

Shortly after the ex-emperor left the Briars, we proposed riding to Longwood to see him, feeling much interested to know how he was accommodated, and rather, it may be, hoping to hear him make a comparison in favor of the sweet place he had left for the steril-looking domain in which his house was placed; and I remember being in a state of ecstasy at the prospect of again beholding my old playmate, the loss of whose society I had so deeply regretted.

We found him seated on the steps of his billiard-room, chatting to little Tristram Montholon. The moment he perceived us, he started up and hastened towards us. Running to my mother, he embraced her on each cheek; after which fashion he welcomed my sister; but as usual with me, he seized me by the ear, and pinching it, exclaimed,

"Ah, Mademoiselle Betsee, êtes vous sage, eh, eh?"

He then asked us what we thought of his palace, and bidding us follow him, said he would show us over his ménage.

We were first conducted to his bedroom, which was small and cheerless. Instead of fluted nankeen; and the only decorations paper-hangings, its walls were covered with I observed, were the different portraits of his family, which, on a former occasion, he had shown to us.

His bed was the little iron camp-bedstead, with green silk hangings, on which he said he had slept when on the battle-fields of Marengo and Austerlitz. The only thing approaching to magnificence in the furniture of this chamber, was a splendid silver washhand-stand bason and ewer. The first object on which his eyes would rest on awaking was a small marble bust of his son, which stood on the mantelpiece facing his bed, and above which hung a portrait of Marie Louise.

We then passed on through an ante-room to a small chamber, in which a bath had been put up for his use, and where he passed many hours of the day. The apartments appropriated to him were the two I have just mentioned, with a dressing-room, dining-room, drawing-room, and billiard-room. The latter was built by Sir George Cockburn, and was the only well-proportioned room of which Longwood could boast.

After all these chambers were exhibited, and commented on by Napoleon, he proceeded with us to the kitchen, where he desired Pieron, the confectioner, to send in some creams and bon-bons for Miss Betsee. From thence we went to the larder, where he directed our attention to a sheep that was hanging up, and said, laughingly, "Regardez-voilà un mouton, pour mon dîner-ou en a fait lanterne."

And true enough it was so, the French servants having placed a candle in its lean carcass, through which the light shone.

After we had gone all over his rooms, he conducted us to those of Madame Montholon, and introduced me to a little stranger, the Countess's baby, only then six weeks old, and which he began dandling so awkwardly, that we were in a state of terror lest he should let it fall. He occasionally diverted himself by pinching the little creature's nose and chin until it cried.

When we quizzed him for his gaucherie in handling the child, he assured us he had often nursed the little king of Rome when he was much younger than the little Lili.

Before terminating our visit, Napoleon took us over the garden and grounds which surrounded his house. Nothing could exceed the dreariness of the view which presented itself from thence: and a spectator, unaccustomed to the savage and gi

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gantic scenery of St. Helena, could not fail | scene, &c., ending his communication by of being impressed with its singularity. observing, that Miss Betsee was the wildOn the opposite side the eye rested on a dis-est little girl he had ever met, and expressmal and rugged looking mountain, whose ing his belief that the young lady was stupendous side was here and the rediversi- folle. fied by patches of wild samphire, prickly pears, and aloes, which served but slightly German and English journals. My father to break the uniform sterility of the iron- was much enraged at my name thus apcolored rocks, the whole range of which pearing, and wished to call the marquis to exhibited little more than huge apertures an account for his ill-nature; but my of caverns and overhanging cliffs, which, in mother's intercessions prevailed, and she the early years of the colonization of the obtained an ample apology from the marisland, afforded shelter to herds of wild quis. goats. I remember hearing Madame Ber- On hearing of the affront that "Miss trand tell my mother, that one of Napoleon's Betsee" had received from the vieux imbé favorite pastimes was, to watch the clouds cile, as Napoleon generally denominated as they rolled over the highest point of him, he requested Dr. O'Meara would call that gigantic mountain, and as the mists at the Briars on his way to St. James's Valwreathed themselves into fantastic draper-ley, with a message to me, which was to ies around its summit, sometimes obscur- let me know how I might revenge myself. ing the valleys from sight, and occasional- It so happened that the marquis prided ly stretching themselves out far to sea, his imagination would take wing, and indulge itself in shaping out the future from those vapory nothings.

As a diversion to close the day, the emperor proposed to ride in his Irish jauntingcar. Our horses were accordingly sent on to Hutsgate, the residence of Madame Bertrand, and accompanied by Napoleon, we set off at a hard gallop. I always was, and still am, the greatest coward in a carriage; and of all vehicles, that jaunting-car seemed to me to be the one to inspire terror. It was driven by the fearless Archambaud, with unbroke Cape horses, three abreast, round that most dangerous of roads called the Devil's Punchbowl. The party occupying the side nearest the declivity, seem ed almost hanging over the precipice; while the others were apparently crushed against the gigantic walls of the perpendicular rock. These were drives which seemed to inspire Bonaparte with mischievous pleasure. He added to my fright by repeatedly assuring me the horses were running away, and that we should be all dashed to pieces.

I shall never forget the joy I experienced on arriving in safety at Madame Bertrand's, and finding myself once more mounted on my quiet little pony, Tom.

After Napoleon had been on the island a few months, some newspapers arrived, containing anecdotes of him, and all that occurred during his stay at the Briars. Amongst other sottises, was a letter written by the Marquis de M——, in which he described all the romping games that had taken place between Napoleon and our family, such as blind-man's buff, the sword

himself on the peculiar fashion of his wig, to which was attached a long cue. This embellishment to his head, Napoleon desired me to burn off with caustic. I was always ready for mischief, and in this instance had a double inducement, as the emperor promised to reward me, on receipt of the pigtail, with the prettiest fan Mr. Solomon's shop contained. Fortunately I was prevented indulging in this most hoy. denish trick by the remonstrances of my mother.

The next time I saw the emperor, his first exclamation was, "Eh, bien, Mademoiselle Betsee, a tu obei mes ordres et gagné l'éventail?"

In reply, I made a great merit of being too dutiful a daughter to disobey my mo ther, however much my inclination prompted me to revenge the insult.

He then pinched my ear in token of approval, and said, "Ah, Miss Betsee, tu commence à étre sage.'

He then called Dr. O'Meara, and asked him if he had procured the fan. The doctor replied that there were none pretty enough.

I believe I looked disappointed, on perceiving which, Napoleon, with his usual good nature, consoled me with the promise of something prettier; and he kept his word; in a few days I received a ring composed of brilliants, forming the letter N, surmouuted by a small eagle.

The only revenge I took on the marquis was, by relating an anecdote of his greedy propensity, which diverted Napoleon very much. He was very fond of cauliflowers, which vegetable was rare in the island, and when dining with us one day at the Briars,

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