The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-08-22

King of Rome the noble child dressed from head TO
foot MS grcnadier the guard wearing mustaches,
brandishing in his little hand gigantic sabre; and
stl more, the eages and silver cross, with the er-
fgy of the Emperor, carefully preserved in secrea-
ry, in company with old garments ofworn out uni
forms, backencd with smoke, and magnifceny
stained with blood and dirt.
eyes tina, is the coat wore ut Waterloo" said
Andrew, with inexpressiblc pride; there is but
arm now to answer the roll call -butweIl-t
no matter! do not regret it. was wounded for
HtM-and believe me Madame added the old sol
der, trembling with emotion, would not give my
relics for whole tons OF diamonds! My dear little
Clara has promised to put them with me in my grave
1t is my faith, it is my religion-THAT MAN"
And loved Andrew, and caught myself STEALTH
ly wping my eyes, when in his picturesque language
he told Of those great days of the bivouac, when har
nsscd and frtigued, lying on the ground dlnnerless
and suppcrcss for two days, they slept dreaming of
the glory Of the day before, of the victory Of the
row; Of those days Of battle, when the blood stain
cd field there escaped from the mouths Of the dying
with their lives, the cry of Pire Ia France! Pire
FEmpereurt and looked with vcnern,on upon An
drew, the type Of those soldiers, admirably en-
dowc with the spirit of patriotism, of devotion, and
of enthusiasm, which gave birth TO so many prodigos
Of volor; and Of the wrecks Of that immortal
''grande armee" which was dispersed the other
side Of the Loire, never 10 be again formed.
MY dear Raymond asked him one day, "why
do you not your decorotiOns''
"Why, Modamer' Why thousand
"Eush,' interrupted quickly his sweet wife
''lt has escaped me, Clara said he With the sub
or -; oil ,Ia 7
speak without emotion Of those indgniiies Tell ii
yourself to Madame. She will see that have cause
"This is what passed." said Clara, smiling
"My father was Very sick; he was looking with
impotence for letter from France, which had not
come Andrew and went to Ferney to see if there
not stopped in the French post Office, on
which the postage was not paid My mother had
wished that should accompany Andrew, to amusc
little. 1t is long while ago at eas, eight years.
The young woman stopped; perhaps some bitter
recollection came across her as she told the story.
care you raigued, my child ~ asked her husband
in a touching voice.
emo said sho where was All know.
We left Nornex; Andrew had hired a cart; we ar
rived early Mt Ferncy. We found ut the post office
the much desired letter. . As we were stop
ping before the Chateau Votairc, gen-d 'arme
up, with ferocious air, and ordered Andrew fol-
low him to officer, know not what one, who
wished TO speak 10 him.
We followed the gen d'arme, accompanied by n
crowd Of people, attracted by curiosity. grea ma
ny men were assembled before the door of house
to which was attached "drapcau blanc" Andrew
put his hat closer his head, with an angry air.
thinking Of his noble battle flag. At this mo-
ment one Of the men left the group, and advanced
towards US; he had white scarf Why said he
with passion, to Andrew, why do you wear at your
button hole the portrait.o the usurpur?'
whats that you say?' answered Andrew, pale as
DEATH the portrait of an UsuRpEn i, is the portrait
of the Emperor do you hear 2
'Ihat is forbidden by ordinance Of the King, aud
ought to send you to prison., said the savage man;
q command you 10 exchange this sediiious etgy for
that of the great King, Henry 4th.
AS 10 sending me to prison, defy you,' answered
Andrew, in terrible voice. i have become n Swiss
again, thank God since the Emperor left France--
As TO putting my b. east any other portrait than his
own, that is what will never do Never =
and choking with rage, with husty movement poor
Andrew tore of the cross suspended by a ribbon
pressed ii 10 his lips, and hid the treasure in his bo
som the beatngs of his heart nigh have been count
ed through his coat. My cross, my glorious deco
ratons bought with my blood J. said he, with an al
tered voice. 1T is The last time tIut shall have the
honor to wear il = and with n proud step he went
away quickly. was frightened, and followed him,
weeping. Since that day, Madame, Andrew has not
worn even the ribbon, for that, he says, signifies
nothing
During the recital of this scene Andrew had disap.
peared. perceived him stridng across the garden
hurriedy . The old suheuionun of tho inn
perial guard has become simple mountaineer .
a very humble man. Wait patiently; you
shall know noble heart.
Clara, now grown quite familiar, came TO me. l
know not how it was but without our saying so, we
loved to be alone together. And | who myself was
glad of TO lean upon for support Ind strength
enough to sustan the lettering steps of the poor in
valid, to accompany me.
Who has not experienced, that in suffering change
of scene is almost existence the unfortunate
feel the necessity of giving utterance to their thoughts
long kept back, of giving vent to the long cry of
despair, which has been for months and years conin
cd even to bursting in their broken heart.