Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1830-1846, 1831-08-25
WHOLE NO. 73.

toned was from his chisel; and when I
afterwards visited his studio, was de-
lighted as much with the fine, liberal
feeling he displayed, as with the works
j inspected. lie had nearly completed
fine COLOSSAL bust of Gothe, which he
intended as n present to the old man, who
was very impatient to receive it. lie
has also ulpturcd noble head oc Coop
er, the American Novelist. But his
most successful eiiort, as a likeness, is
the bust of Beranger; it has all the easy
gaiety and good-humor of the French
Thomas Moore ,-although nobody will
ger of slowing lord" Mrami, lie
Brun, Barrot, and other interesting per-
sons were pointed out to us; but the la
dies heads, which at that time einuated
the towers of \ otre Dame, prevented my
observing them "a closely as | wished.
"Thcrc," said my friend, directing nv
attention to two young men, who entered
at the same time, one of whom | set
down as an insullerable coxcomb, -
'Therc are the sous of Ney and .Junot =
naturally inquired if any indications Of
bravery or talent had yet appeared in
those youths, the reply was not cheering
Young Ney is the head of the Paris
Cravat Club, and the greatest dandy OF
the day. 1t is now some months since
the Bourbons have repaired to Holyrooi
to make acquaintance with the mountain
nymph, "swect Liberty and eat kali
brosr and haggis; yet his fathers tomb
in Perc la Chaisc remains without i'll
spcction, save what is bestowed by those
service-worn soldiers who scrapc upon
its railing
"NEy AssAssINEw
This does not speak well for his ,filial p-
ety.--Besides, he married Laftte's
daughter "a poor, though gentle IDIOT
for paltry gold! In person he is exceed
ingly like hls father, but not so tall
Marshal Soult is leaving the room"
"Where?o
Il "There-"
! Salutations were made, and as he
quickly passed something about him put
me in mind of poor Huskisson.
"Perhaps you, as an Englishman, can
tell me-" inquired my conductor, "if
there is any particular reason for the la
dy's wearing that peculiar dress? We
think here that she must belong to some
religious order, such as les Sears de
Char1ie. You cannot avoid knowing
whom | mean;-the lady with the close
cap-the grey trained gown; she looks
like guinea-hen escaped from the jar
! din des planies."
"Oh!" | replied, 'that is Il Quaker la
/ dy of high literary reputation. She GER
: tainly does look strange amid your gay
! dies-But who is that be-scentcd, be-
whiskered youth, with such.highly cult
waited mustachois, speaking to her at this
moment"
"That is young Pole of very high
and distinguished talent, notwithstanding
his puppyisn,' replied my friend; but "a
it is now about the hour of departure, |
will tell you a st Ory about him as we de-
scend to the vestibule. You must know,
/ he fell desperately in love with Il beau,i-
full and animated Irish girl, who is much
admired here; and, by mutual friend,
T sent to request that she would permit him
to become the possessor of one of those
beautiful locks of hair, which shadowcd
I Tin open defiance of tetes a la Chinoisel
her marble brow. The merry girl laugh
ed, and replied that she would do as he
requested, provided he would suffer her
to commit the same depreciation on his
well-oilcd tresscs, with her own hand x
her own scissors. The Count was in
} ecstacies. The lady approached; but
the gentleman drew back in dismay and
> astonishment when the fair one declared,
that only for Il mousiache would she en-
) change a cmrl! You can well conceive
what a est this has been against the Pole
! ever since"
On the stairs, we encountered Mr..
Cooper and his Ihdy My description of
him could but repeat that already pub
lshcd in the New Monthly Magazine
for April.
/. On my return to England, heard Of
the death of the gallant Pole, whom all
seemed, despite his irippcry, TO love and
admire. lie quilted the brilliant circles
of Paris TO fight his countiy's battles; &
arrived the second morning of the com
bat before the walls of Warsaw. His
right arm was carried off on the evening
Of the same day, and the noble fellow
tiId OIL the 22d of February!
/ LIBERALIIY.--A person lost letter
~ ,G ,hny Iau lao ~