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 conspired nor combated. His name was 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.

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 particularly 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.

BRIARS,” FOR LONGWOOD.

RECOLLECTIONS OF THE EMPEROR NA- We were first conducted to his bedroom, POLEON.

which was small and cheerless. Instead of

paper-hangings, its walls were covered with BY MRS. ABELL (LATE MISS ELIZA BALCOMBE). Auted nankeen; and the only decorations AFTER HE LEFT HER FATHER'S RESIDENCE, “THE I observed, were the different portraits of

his family, which, on a former occasion, he From the New Monthly Magazine.

had shown to us. With the assistance of my daughter's His bed was the little iron camp-bedstead, pencil, and some rough sketches 1 had by with green silk hangings, on which he said me, I have been enabled to give a view of he had slept when on the battle-fields of Mathe Briars, and the cottage occupied by rengo and Austerlitz. The only thing apNapoleon whilst he stayed with us. He proaching to magnificence in the furni. certainly appeared very contented during iure of this chamber, was a splendid silthat time, and frequently expressed a strong ver washband-stand bason and ever. The desire that the government would permit first object on which his eyes would rest him to remain there, by purchasing the eso on awaking was a small marble bust of his tate; and on their refusing to do so, he son, which stood on the mantelpiece facing sent General Montholon to negotiate with his bed, and above which hung a portrait of my father, that he himself might become Marie Louise. the purchaser of the Briars; but circum- We then passed on through an ante-room stances (probably political) prevented the to a small chamber, in which a bath had been negotiation from taking effect.

put up for his use, and where he passed Napoleon used to watch with great in many hours of the day. The apartments terest the fatigue parties of the 53d regi- appropriated to him were the two I have ment, as they wound round the mountains just mentioned, with a dressing room, dinabove us, carrying on their shonlders the ing-room, drawing-room, and billiard-room. materials wherewith to render Longwood The latter was built by Sir George Cockfit to receive him; and as the time of its burn, and was the only well-proportioned completion drew near, he manifested his room of which Longwood could boast. discontent, by grumbling at the sounds of After all these chambers were exhibited, the fifes and drums, to which the sol- and commented on by Napoleon, he pro. diers of the 53d used to toil up those steep ceeded with us to the kitchen, where he acclivities, as serving to warn him of the desired Pieron, the confectioner, to send speedy termination of his sojourn at our in some creams and bon-bons for Miss Betcottage.

From thence we went to the larder, Shortly after the ex-emperor left the where he directed our attention to a sheep Briars, we proposed riding to Longwood that was hanging up, and said, laughingly, to see him, feeling much interested to “Regardez-voilà un mouton, pour mon know how he was accommodated, and ra- diner-ou en a fait lanterne.” ther, it may be, hoping to hear him make a And true enough it was so, the French comparison in favor of the sweet place he servants having placed a candle in its lean had left for the steril-looking domain in carcass, through which the light shone. which his house was placed ; and I remem- After we

had gone all over his rooms, he ber being in a state of ecstasy at the pros- conducted us to those of Madame Monthopect of again beholding my old playmate, lon, and introduced me to a little stranger, the loss of whose society I had so deeply the Countess's baby, only then six weeks regretted.

old, and which he began dandling so awk. We found him seated on the steps of bis wardly, that we were in a state of terror billiard-room, chatting to little Tristram lest he should let it fall. He occasionally Montholon. The moment he perceived us, diverted himself by pinching the little he started up and hastened towards us. creature's nose and chin until it cried. Running to my mother, he embraced her When we quizzed him for his gaucherie on each cheek; after which fashion he in handling the child, he assured us he had welcomed my sister; but as usual with me, often nursed the little king of Rome when he seized me by the ear, and pinching it, he was much younger than the little Lili. exclaimed,

Before terminating our visit, Napoleon “Ah, Mademoiselle Betsee, êtes vous took us over the garden and grounds which sage, eh, eh?”

surrounded his house. Nothing could exthen asked us what we thought of his ceed the dreariness of the view which palace, and bidding us follow him, said he presented itself from thence: and a specwould show us over his ménage.

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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 wild. On 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 This letter had been translated into the pears, and aloes, which served but slightly German and English journals. My father io 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 io exhibited little more than buge apertures an account for his ill-nature; bat 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 vieur imbe. 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 Val. wreathed 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 himself on the peculiar fashion of his wig, imagination would take wing, and indulge to which was attached a long cue. This itself in shaping out the future from those embellishment to his head, Napoleon devapory nothings.

sired me to burn off with caustic. I was As a diversion to close the day, the em always ready for mischief, and in this inperor proposed to ride in his Irish jaunting stance had a double inducement, as the em

Our horses were accordingly sent on peror promised to reward me, on receipt to Hutsgate, the residence of Madame Ber- of the pigtail, with the prettiest fan Mr. trand, and accompanied by Napoleon, we Solomon's shop contained. Fortunately I set off at a hard gallop. I always was, and was prevented indulging in this most boy. still am, the greatest coward in a carriage; denish trick by the remonstrances of my and of all vehicles, that jaunting-car seem- mother. ed to me to be the one to inspire terror. The next time I saw the emperor, his It was driven by the fearless Archambaud, first exclamation was, “Eh, bien, Mademoiwith unbroke Cape horses, three abreast, selle Betsee, a tu obei mes ordres et gagné round that most dangerous of roads called l'éventail ?"" the Devil's Punchbowl. The party occu- In reply, I made a great merit of being pying the side nearest the declivity, seem- too dutiful a daughter to disobey my mo. ed almost hanging over the precipice; while ther, however much my inclination promptthe others were apparently crushed against ed me to revenge the insult. the gigantic walls of the perpendicular He then pinched my ear in token of aprock. These were drives which seemed to proval, and said, “Ah, Miss Betsee, iu inspire Bonaparte with mischievous plea- commence à étre sage. sure. He added to my fright by repeated- He then called Dr. O'Meara, and asked ly assuring me the horses were running him if he had procured the fan. The docaway, and that we should be all dashed to tor replied that there were none pretty pieces.

enough. I shall never forget the joy I experienced I believe I looked disappointed, on peron arriving in safety at Madame Bertrand's, ceiving which, Napoleon, with his usual and finding myself once more mounted on good nature, consoled me with the promise my quiet little pony, Tom,

of something prettier ; and he kept bis After Napoleon had been on the island a word ; in a few days I received a ring comfew months, some newspapers arrived, con- posed of brilliants, forming the letter N, taining anecdotes of him, and all that oc- surmouuted by a small eagle. curred during his stay at the Briars. The only revenge I took on the marquis Amongst other sottises, was a letter writ- was, by relating an anecdote of his greedy ten by the Marquis de M--, in which he propensity, which diverted Napoleon very described all the romping games that had much. He was very fond of cauliflowers, taken place between Napoleon and our which vegetable was rare in the island, and family, such as blind-man's buff, the sword when dining with us one day at the Briars,

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his aide-de-camp, Captain Gor, had omitted |tivity of one of the besieging party, who to point out the fact of there being some at managed to climb the rock, reach the optable, and it was only when about being posite side of the mountain, and clamberremoved that the marquis espied the re-ing up, gain a situation above the cave, the treating dish. His rage was most amusing, and with much gesticulation he exclaimed, "Bête! pourquoi ne m'a tu pas dis qu'ils y avaient des choux-fleurs ?"

During one of our riding excursions, we encountered Napoleon, who was returning from Sandy Bay, where he had been to visit Mr. D. who resided there. He expressed himself delighted with the place, and spoke in high terms of the urbanity of the venerable host of "Fairy Land."

This gentleman had passed all his life at St. Helena, and at this time had arrived at the advanced age of seventy, without ever having left the island. His appearance was most prepossessing, and to those who loved to revel in the ideal and imaginative, he might have been likened to a good genius presiding over the fairy valley in which he dwelt.

I asked Napoleon if he had remarked, when at Sandy Bay, three singularly formed rocks, shaped like sugar-loaves, and called Lot's wife and daughter? He replied that he had. I then related to him an anecdote connected with the largest of the three.

mouth of which became thus exposed to the same mode of attack which had effected its defence: so that when one of the unfortunate freebooters approached the edge of the precipice to roll down stones, he was crushed to death, and his companion, who was following him, severely wounded. Many of the islanders believe to this day that the ghost of the murdered slave is seen to make the circuit of the wild spot wherein he carried on his nightly orgies: a superstition easily accounted for from the circumstance of the summits of the mountains being generally encircled by light mists, which wreath themselves into all kinds of fantastical shapes; thus to the eye of superstition giving to "an airy nothing a local habitation and a name." In St. Helena, every cavern has its spirit, and every rock its legend.

Napoleon having listened to my legend of the Sugar-loaf Mountain, said he should regard it with greater interest the next time he rode in that direction.

One of the many instances of Napoleon's great good-nature, and his kindness in promoting my amusement, was on the occasion More than half a century had elapsed of the annual races at Deadwood, which at since two slaves, who preferred a freeboot- that time were anticipated by the inhabiting life to that of labor and subjection, se- ants of the island as a kind of jubilee. From creted themselves in a cave half way up having been, as was often the case, in arrears the acclivity which terminates the spiral with my lessons, my father, by way of punrock, called "Lot's wife." From this ishing me, declared that I should not go to stronghold, their nocturnal sallies and de- the races; and fearing that he might be inpredations were carried on with great suc-duced to break his determination, he lent cess, and their retreat remaining undiscov.my pony to a friend for that day. My ered for a long time, they became the ter- vexation was very great at not knowing ror of the island. They were at length, where to get a horse, and I happened to'menhowever, tracked to their rocky hold, where tion my difficulty to Dr. O'Meara, who they stood a long siege, repelling all at- told Napoleon, and my delight may be tacks, by rolling stones on their assailants. conceived when a short time after all our It was at last deemed necessary to send a party had left the Briars for Deadwood, I party of soldiers to fire on them, if they re-perceived the doctor winding down the fused to surrender; but this measure was mountain-path which led to our house, rendered unnecessary by the superior ac- followed by a slave leading a superb gray horse, called Mameluke, with a lady's sidesaddle and housings of crimson velvet embroidered with gold.

A few years after the emperor's visit, Mr. D was induced to come to England: and thinking that he might never return to his lovely and beloved valley, he had a tree felled from his own "fairy land," from under the shade of which he had often viewed the enchanting scene around, rival in England, and his interesting character, being made known to the Prince Regent, afterwards George IV., his R. H desired that Mr. D. might be presented to him; and his Royal Highness was so gratified with the interview, that he afterwards knighted Mr. D, who subsequently

and had his coffin made from the wood. His ar

returned to his loved Island.

Dr. O'Meara said that on telling the empe ror of my distress, he desired that the quietest horse in his stable be immediately prepared for my use.

This simply good-natured act of the emperor occasioned no small disturbance on the island, and sufficiently punished me for acting contrary to my father's wishes, by the pain it gave me at hearing that he was

considered to have committed a breach of with the fallen chief and his adherents, had dicipline in permitting one of his family to the cake ornamented with a large eagle, ride a horse belonging to the Longwood and which, unluckily for us, was the subestablishment, and for which he was repri-ject of much animadversion. This I named manded by the governor.

to Napoleon as an inducement for him 10 We were told by Napoleon the next day, eat of the cake, saying, “It is the least you that he had witnessed the races from the can do for getting us into such disgraee." upper windows of General Bertrand's cot- Having thus induced him to eat a thick tage, and expressed himself much amused slice, he pinched my ear, calling me a by them. He said he supposed I was too "saucy little simpleion," and galloped much diverted by the gay scene to feel my off humming, or rather attempting to sing usual timidity.

with his most unmusical voice, “ Vive Bonaparte frequently urged my father to Henri Quatre.” correct me whilst young, and said I ought One morning we went to call on Madame never to be encouraged in my foolish fears, Bertrand, and found Napoleon seated by or ever permitted to indulge therein. her bedside. We were about retreating, He said the empress Josephine suffered the thinking we had been shown into the wrong greatest terror in a carriage, and he men- room, when he called out, in his imperfect tioned several instances of her extreme English, desiring us to enter, and asked fright, when he was obliged to reprimand what we were afraid of, saying, her severely. If I remember rightly, the “I am visiting my dear loaf, my misDuchess D’Abrantes mentions in her nie- tress.” moirs of the emperor, one of the anecdotes My mother observed that the latter term on this subject which he recounted to us. had a strange signification, and that it was

There was so little to vary the monotony never used in our language to express of Napoleon's life, that he took an interest friendship. He laughed heartily at the in the most triling attempts at gayety in awkward error he had made, and promised the island, and he generally consented to not to forget the interpretation of the word our entreaties to be present at some of the for the future, repeating that he only meant many entertainments my father delighted to express that Madame Bertrand was his in promoting. On one occasion my father dear friend. gave a fête to celebrate the anniversary of It was by Napoleon's especial desire that iny birthday, at a pretty little place he pos. we ventured now and then to correct his sessed within the boundary of the emperor's English ; and being very anxious to im. rides, called Ross Cottage: so named as prove himself

, he never let an opportubeing the abode for a short time of a much nity pass when in our society, without tryesteemed friend, the flag-captain of the ing to converse in English, though, from Northumberland, whom Bonaparte always his exceedingly bad pronunciation, and litdesignated as "un bravissimo uomo.” When eral translations, it required the most er the festivities were at their height we clusive attention to understand him. For descried the emperor riding along the my part I seldom had patience to render hill-side towards the house; but on seeing him much assistance, my sister being gensuch an assembly he sent to say that he erally obliged to finish what I had begun; would content himself with looking at us for in the middle of his lesson I would rush from the heights above. I did not consider away, attracted by some more frivolous this was fulfilling his promise of coming to amusement. On returning I was always the party, and not liking to be so disap- saluted with a tap on the cheek, or a pinch pointed, I scampered off to where he had of the ear, with the exclamation of, taken up his position, and begged he would "Ah, Mademoiselle Betsee, petite étourbe present at our festivity--telling him he die que vous êtes, vous nedeviendriez ja. must not refuse, it being my birthday. But mais sage.” all my entreaties were unavailing ;-he said Bonaparte, on one occasion, asked us if he could not make up his mind to descend we had seen little Arthur, who was about a the hill, to be exposed to the gaze of the month old ; and he repeated Madame Bermultitude, who wished to gratify their trand's speech on introducing the child to curiosity with the sight of him. I insisted, him. however, on his tasting a piece of birth “Allow me to present to your majesty a day cake, which had been sent for that occa- subject who has dared to enter the gates of sion by a friend in England, and who, Longwood without a pass from Sir Hudson little knowing the strict surveillance exer- Lowe.” cised over all those in any way connected He sat chatting a long time, and quizzing