The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1847-09-07 00:00:00

honourable. All

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for this

removed hence she would make life too hard
ly God ! what an existence ! What is curious
L sane. I thought him so different, Oh, he
)een so ; I could never have loved him if he

for him

is that I am

had always been sci: I could never have loved him if he
had always been what he is ! Certainly there was stuff in
his heart, in his understanding ; but the want of firm
principles of morality and religion, and his idleness
mind, have caused him to succumb to sensual 139-

ishes to educate his daughters.
,ted himself! He has not

tad with all this he
Flow completely has he isoh

one real, 'serious friend

He has no connections but

nd which

have become claims from his weakness when he wished
to detach himself from them. How frightful it is ! He
drags after him, the exigencies of women with whom he
has been connected. And yet how bizarre are men ! He
has always sacrificed, oppressed, wounded, humiliated,
ill-treated, and abandoned me for persons whom he did
not love. For my part, I have loved only him, and with
a passion inexpressible—an ardour which astonishes me ;
and now I know not but at the bottom of his heart he
perhaps prefers me to those women, whom he despises
and fears ; and I, I am well disenchanted with him. How
ever
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be desirable
can
our children. He will always avoid me, because he is
conscious of his wrong, and I shall never seek him but
from duty to my children. A feeling of shame will al-
ways prevent my making advances to a man, even though
my husband, when I doubt of my love for him, and
when I feel that other ideas, repressed for so many
years, have, rather than my affection, urged me to his
arms."
The number of letters laid before the Court of Peers,
some of them without date, is thirty-three. Only one is
written by Mdlle Deluzy, and one by Marshal Sebastiani
to the duke : the others are all in the hand-writing of the
unfortunate duchess. Most of them bear no date. The
same tone pervades them all. They all breathe a feeling
of deep love toward the duke, who had withdrawn his
affection from his wife, mingled with bursts of Jealousy
and prayers for the welfare of her children. They are a
rep_Ftiltioamn ofof
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long
and cruel struggle. You have entered a darksome path ;
you are leading our children towards perdition, and bring-
ing them up in wrong principles, and teaching them to
despise their mother, by showing them the example of
internal discord at home, where a third person is allowed
to usurp the place of their mother, of your wife."
In another letter, without date, the duchess says :—" To
entrust my children to another ! Oh, no, Theobald, you
th
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of, you
ae
have not the right to do it. To abandon my children to
a giddy, shameless creature, without principles, without
tact, can you be so weak, so deluded !"
After this, the following letter in June last, runs oddly—
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for my children makes so natural. If circumstances
which materially concerned their interests precipitated an
event which I looked upon but a few days since as still
far distant, you may be certain that I shall only be the