American watchman. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1814-1822, 1822-02-26
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LAST MOMENTS OF BONAPARTE.

LAST MOMENTS OF BONAPARTE.
| We extract the following from a work which
has recently appeared at Paris, under the title oil
I"Ceptvity OF Bonaparte at St. Helena
bonaparte Tor some time considered himself al.
Hacked BY an internal disease which would speedily
lproVe fatal to him. He sometimes mentioned IL
accompanied with sombrous presentments But
ut was supposed to be nothing more than the wan.
lderlng OF an active imagination left unemployed
oome weeks before his death he labored with a
spade In his garden so long and severely as al
most to faint from fatigue. Somebody suggested
to him the probable injury to his health 'Nl SAID
he lit cannot hurt my heath-that is lost beyond
all hope. 1t will but shorten my days. suspect
ne gave but little time TO the composition Of me-
moirS OF his lie. Bertrand one day urged him to
labor with more assldui,y. 1T is beneath me- said
he, ito be the historian OF my own lfc-Alexander
had his Qulntus Curtius, and shall have rnine AT
all events, my life is recorded in my achievements
a short time before his maady became serious, he
abandoned his reserve, and became familiar with
every body He set high value upon Bertrand
out did not like him. He SAID to him one day at
table, Bertrand, it is not your attachment to me-
but your love of glory that brought you to St Helena
you would immortalize your name as my fdus
4chafeS, he faithful companion of the Hero OF the
-tneld)-A little girl only rine years obi, the
daughter OF SERGEANT of the garrison, often kept
him company. He took great pleasure in speaking
20 her, and on her coming always kissed her on the
Cheek He constantly provided himself with fruits
or sweetmeats for her, and shortly before his death
hung round her neck small gold watch by gold
chain, Julie said he, wear this for nv sake Il
With knife he graved on the cover clumsiIy
enough 1t IS true, these words, The Emperor to his
little friend Julie He sometimes amused himself
IN giving this child lesson in drawing from the
surrounding mountain scenery, with the most laugh
able whimsical figures and objects interspersed y
His prediction for this child is extraordnarv,-
She had nothing interesting in her person, and was,
IN capacity, rather below the average of little girls
OF her age. The I'd of April was the day on which
ne was observed to be seriously indisposed. He
rose early and walked in the garden. He, after a
lew minutes, sat upon bank apparently faint Mon.
tholon went up to him and asked him if he was Ia
ken ILL., Yes said he, Il feel nausea, and sick
stomach the arant couriers of death.'-Count Mon
tholon smiled. Bonaparte took his arm and said
my TREND, we must not laugh at death when he is
SO near u.s. The little Julie socn appeared with a
basket and caught his attention. He brought her
INTO the saloon where breakfast was prepared, and
hled her basket with different sweet things, ad.
ding bottle OF liquor, with these words-'this is
for your father to drink my health. One day he
sent Tor Jeweer to alter and repair some trinkets
and asked him if he could make silver coffin
The Jewelier tried to shift the queston-Bonaparte
repeated i'll shall die said he, Tin few weeks !"
God forbid that we shold lose your highness said
the other God grant that may die soon-very
soon, returned Bonaparte; Il am well convinced
that lille Is not blessing, but curse He then
approached piano, touched the KEYS for few me.
ments, producing some vague, but not inharmonious
novements-and ended with playing his favorte
air
Richard o mon Roi
L'Uniyers t'abandonne.
He often stretched himself on a sofa opposite the
garden window, and read with loud voice from
Telemschus, or the Henriad. He inquired one
day, with great eagerness, whether an English Jour
nal could be procured him. With some difficulty
a newspaper was provided. He took it, and glanced
over it hastily, & suddenly exclaimed-sAh Naples
Naples! poor Devils-Murat was the brayest kinp
they ever had--but he did not know his subjects.
They are all Lazaroni from the duke Of down
20 the lowest beggary. The morning Of the day On