The native American., 1838-03-17
From The Christian Statesman
THE SEPARATION.

From The Christian Statesman
THE SEPARATION.
'The fatal day at length arrived On the 18th OF Dec
the Imperial Council OF State convened and for the
first time officially informed of the intended separation
On the morrow the whole of the Imperial Family as
sembed in the grand saloon of the Tuilleres. Napo-
Icons was the only countenahce which betrayed emo
ton, but lconceaed by the dropping puInes of his
hat of ceremony.
sIn the centre of the apartment was placed an arm
chair, and before il small table with writing appara-
tus Of gold. All eyes were directed to that spot, when
door opened and Josephine pale but calm. appeared
tears showed that she had not attained the resignation Of
her mother. Both dressed in the simplest manner;
sevhnes dress OF white mnslin exhibited not single
ornament All her entrance. She moved slowly
and with her wonted grace to the seat prepared for her.
and her head supported her hand listened to the read
ing Of the act or separation She heard with composure
but with tears coursing each other down her cheeks the
words that placed an eternal barrier between her and
greatness and bitterer still between affection and its OBJ
ject Pressing for instant the handkerchief to her
eyes she rose and with voice which, but for slight
reinor might have been called firm, pronounced the
oath of acceptance; then sitting down she took the pen
from the hand Of the Count st. dAnglesey, and signed"
Memoirs Of Josephine.
The following lines by Miss f. w. H. Of Vermont,
and beautifully appropriate 10 the subject. We are
surprised that the accomplished editor Of the Chrstar
Statesman should have merely inserted them witssdt
a comment. Purely natire genius is deserving of apr
garb Of female excellence and beauty.-[Ed NJ Amsr
Victorious monarch! on whose naughty brow
Glitters than kingy dadeIn;
What sudden madness urges thee to throw AZ
Lightly away, richer, rarer gem,
Than ever glowed within that circle fair,
Which Eastern Emperor might be proud to wear.
The fervent love of that warm, faithful heart
It's deep devotion hath been all thine own;
And would's thou from the gentle being part,
Whose virtues shed new lnstre on the throne!
Would st thou nnclasp the tender graceful vine,
Whose curling tendris round thee gently twine!
False man, beware! High Heaven that heard the VOW
Pighting thy faith to that meek, injured one,
Her wrongs shall yet ayenge, If basely thou
Canst crush heart that beats for thee alone.
List TO the monitor that bids thee stay,
Nor barter for ambition, truth away.
In vain-the naughty victor in his dreams,
Sees dynasties-heredtary crowns;
Himself the founder of an empire deems,
Through long line to be transmitted down;
And as the mockng pageant glitters there,
Honor and truth dissolve in empty air.
Empress. the hour is come, when thon must yield
Title and state, and OH far worse than DEATH
Iis lore, to whom, through storm and battle field
Thou woud'st have clung, with womans changcless
faith;
Then nerve thee, for the scenes Of that proud hall
Where thou so Oft hast held high festival
Pale, sad and motioness she SITS where late,
one snone Tesplendeht O'er eacn meanrr star,
The mnions of court who erst did wait,
Upon her slightest motion stand afar;
And smiles malicious steal DER many face,
Where whitening envy deep hath left her trace.
No royal robes her graceful form adorn,
No jewels glitter on her qneenly brow;
He for whose sake those trappings were worn,
Can look with alter'd gaze. upon her now;
What recks she then, Of fair or rich array
When her hearts idol coldly turns away
Tis done! The word her trembling hand hath traced,
Barring her claim to throne and empire Long
Shall it be before that throne be gTaced
BY one SO virtuous, and so deeply wrong'd;
And thou, false man! look to thy destiny
To her was empire promis'd, not to thee!
l ELLEN