Washington telegraph., 1847-04-21
THE ROMANCE OF REALITY.

The following affecting narrative is trans.
lated from French paper:
NJ. Emile do Cirardin has put US in pos.
session of the following narrative. IL is
correct in every respect, and Is certainly
moro romantic than all the fclions ot the
dramatists. | give il in his own words:
About year ago, said he, NJ. Behgne
was married to one Of my cousins, and en-.
joyed with her tha, complete happiness
which does not excite envy, because we
believe Il TO be within the reach Of US ALL
when a cruel malady came TO interrupt
this happiness, which would bc more CON.
mon, perhaps, u ii were not supposed 10 be
SO easily acquired. The physicians called
this malady-hepaio da'erifis. My young
eolsin being on the point OF eonIiemsni.
was kept in her bed, carefully guarded by
he mother, who endeayored 10 deceive her
with regard 10 the health of her husband.
Al length when she had been thus watched
over three days, her anxious tenderness
became excited, she threw herself from her
bed and rushed into his chamber. II was
deserted. Four days before, her husband
had died. and she did not know il. Her
grief lent her strength. Grief has two
slages-apaihy and despair. Which is the
leas, painful 10 endured Halt naked, her
clothes in disorder, no longer conscious OF
her situation, Madame Beligne rushed
through the borough; her friends saw her
pass, she walked with steady step-they
were astonished, she soush. the cause Of
these strange proceedings. She reached
the spot, the hammers Of Two workmen
were falling upon grave. stone which they
were carving near tomb, freshly turned
Up earth OF which still rose above the other
graves. The name OF Clemencc, which
she bore, was already engraved upon the
stone, below the inscription was recorded
the good qualities Of the Baron Of Bcligne-
mareehai des camps al armses, dc fodre dc
Saint Louis, &c. With precipiiale ges-
lures she motioned them away. They
stared at her without understanding her.
She made last effort 10 speak, but her
tears choked her. She no longer retained
her senses, but her bare throat, which was
violently agitated, the writings OF her
delicate arms, atles,ed the extreme degree
OF suffering. Life was receding before the
extremity of her torture. This exhaustion
was followed by irightful delirium. She
overthrow the cradle Of her now born babe,
whose birth she had so much desired
Sleep had closed her eyes for single mo.
ment-all at once, she aroused herself,
crying out, "No, he cannot haze died with
oul my being near hiGl hc is not dead, ]
shall see him again" This thought DO.
came fixed in her brain-she pressed her
hand upon her forehead. her look became
animated and she attempted 10 arise. Her
mother on her knees, sought in vain 10
appeasc her.
They were compelled 10 follow her
She announces her purpose, they charge
her with insanity; but what matters il 10
her. She re jects their preieIis, she is
conducted by an inspiration, her resolution
cannot be shaken. "Aly poor daughter is
madl' exclaimed the mother, who wep, in
despair. Clemence threw mantle over
her shoulders, and sci out. Her mother
unable to retain her. accompanied her.
Two domeslcs followed them. II was no,
yet four, by the clock Of the Mansc. They
had already opened the shutters oi all the
dwellings. The day laborers were setting
out their wallets and tools-ior in summer
in haying time, the labors Of the field com
mence early, and these things transpired
in the month Of July. The grayelled earth
which covered the coffin of NJ. do Beligne
was light and easily removed. Clemenee
assisted with all her strength, and the coffin
IS soon uncovered. Dreadful spectaclel
She threw herself upon the corpse, which
she covered with her tears and kisses.
She raised him and pressed him TO her
bosom; and her terrified mother could not
drag her away. They ran 10 call the
worthy curaie Of Monroelais. Perhaps
Clemancc would listen 10 his voice and his
pious oIhortaiions. All through ihe Dor.
ough the rumor spread that Madame de
Bcligne was mad, and songh, 10 be buried
alive with her husband-women and chill.
dren began to collect. Tho cry Of "Oh,
my God" is heard, All approach. Ma.
dame de Belignc had fallen back, iainling,
They tried to discngage her from the corpse
lit was not deadl-it brealhedl and yet,
four days had il been inferred. They were
lcrrifed--some Of thom pressing round,
others dispensing, crying, "A miraclel'
The dying Clemance is forgotten. The
Cure comes. II is necessary TO remove
tho crowd, whose impiety is yet no proof
against their superstition. Clemance is