The spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1840-1844, 1840-11-07
"What effect did it produce in Paris'"

sit must have been very grand My secretary
read to me from the newspapers the details of that
great day; but all the descriptions were so short
had they been longer should have still found
them incomplete. A Mother! | was so much as
tonished that they did not give to the statue of my
son the imperial cosume.''
"There were different opinions on This subject;
some thought that the Emperor should be repre-
scented in his most popular dress, the one that Eu-
rope knew and loved; and this opinion prevail
ed"
Madame Letitia was silent for some minutes, as
if rejecting; she then resumed the subject to ask
me what thought of the costume they had given
the Emperor on the column,
lent reasons for thus representing the Emperor; it
was necessary 10 perpetuate his heroic figure in all
its simplicity of costume, that aiter-ages might
see it as we have seen it rather than an ideal or
conventional envelope l will however, confess,
madame, that this costume would be more in lis
place on an other monument, Another pedestal
should have been constructed for this modern stat
ue but five have committed a fault of architcc-
ture, an honorable excuse may be found in the SEN
tments of the nation"
The venerable woman shook her head, with an
air of appreciation, and with a deep drawn sigh,
she said
"Inever shall see that-never! Several engra-
wings of the column were sent to me from Paris.
All my poor eyes, how regretted them! saw
the drawings by feeling them. If had been in
Paris, God would have given me strength to have
assembled the column that might be fully con-
WINGED, fear that they wanted to deceive IL poor
mother, in exile and blind Are You astonished
at this Age and misfortune render one imperi-
ous"
All this was said with difficulty, the words inter-
mixed with signs, with long pauses and convulsivc
efforts. feared that each word would be the last
to come from that mouth, which was so paid that
it appeared to belong to the tomb much more than
to the land of the living. When she recruited her
strength little she said
cit is very cruel TO live as live here, on n bed
Of suffering, and so far flom my children have
nothing TO divert me and am always thinking
When could walk went sometimes to mass at
st, Marie du Porco, or to San Lorenzo in Lucina
| sometimes walked IN tho lila Borghese; that is
French quarter, is it not'-'rhe French made that
beautiful promenade of Mount Pincio. You al
meet fancy you breathe the air of France on that
charming hill, There Is our church of the Trinity
which ! like better than St. Louis. ! think ST.
Louis is badly located; it is an obscure part of the
city; the Trinity is in much finer situation. How
happy they are, who at this moment are ascending
the steps of,he place Of Spain, to go to the vespes
at the Trinite-et Mont the weather is so fine TO day
| feel there is great deal of sun in my room !
think behold it shine on my windows The sun
is my last friend"
employed all the respectful eloqucnce in my
power to entreat of her to Danish from her mind
these gloomy ideas, and TO think only Of the glory
that surrounded her name. "You have been chos-
en- among all women said |, 80 give to the world
one of the greatest of mankind This compensates
for all the rest
A smile contracted her withered but noble face
eyes said she, yes. 1t is the recollection oil
my son that consoles me little; continually see
him before me. 1t is not the Emperor, the great
man, that see; it is my son, my Bonaparte, as d
child, when he belonged 10 me- to his mother. Then
no person knew him. Fine times One night
one night-he was between eight and nine year,
of age, thnk-he was walking in our garden like
a man who is medilating some great thing; he was
a child them tell you. 1t was raining violently
his brothers had sought shelter in the saloon, whcr,
they were playing. I knocked at the window sew
eral times and made him signs TO come to me. II,
shrugged his shoders with an appearance of ill-hu
NOR, and continued his walk. lie was drcnchet
with the rain, but he did not mind the storm, an,
continued his walk, with his head uncovered, ant
his eyes fixed on the ground Sometimes he stop
ped before the little fountain in the garden, and APP
pcared to deligh, in seeing it run, and TO arrest il
precipitancy with his hand. Some claps of thunde
were heard, which caused him nervous shudder
but it was not fear. lie then crossed his arms owe
MS chesl, ana looked al me heavens, cOurageOusll
waiting for another peal Of thunder sent my ser
want to order him to come in. lie said to him will
GOODNESS, but respectfully, Tell my mother that
is warm, and am taking an airing When tn
servant again entered, he precipitately turned hi
back on him, and accelerated his step. 1t was onl,
when the storm had ceased that he came in, wet Il
the skin
THAT was not right, my child said 10 him
you have disobayed me-
Il could not help disobeying, he answered. d.
not know what kept me in that garden; but, i'll an
TO be soldier, must accustom myself 10 rain an,
TO storms. ] arn not girl, am a man.
'You are child, my son, and dsobedient child
If you intend to be soldier, you will learn that
is necessary for You to obey
But will command said he, with an expires
sion that much excited our risible faculties
Before you command replied, you will b
compelled to obey, and for long time. Whe
You enter the service you will not be made gen
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