Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-12-10
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some amusing anecdotes We copy the follow
ing
In very amusing collection Of anecdotes,
entitled, EeieS ct Souvenirs du C0ngreS de
Tienne, par te Conlfe Il. dc la carte, there
is a good story told of one of these capri
cious vstations of Fortune, which came
where Fortune does not play her more
amiabe tricks,-tO a miserable poet. re-
leasing him at once from poverty and his
faded muse. We regret to be obliged to
tell the story from memory. We ought to
have preserved tho book, if only out of
GFatitqd6-for it was the most pleasant trav-
elhng companion, the best fellowship for a
diligence or steamboat, we remember to
have encountered. But the market price
of the small paper-bound volume (such was
the shape in which it came to us) was so
little-it being one of those editions which the
Journalists on the Continent often print to
distribute gratis to the subscribers of their
jQqrnal-that 40 pains were taken to pre-.
serve it. Very absurd! We print books
so cheap, that the book loses half its vaIue
il is bought and not read; or once read, and
thrown aside, or destroyed.
Poor Dubois was one Of that unhappy
class, which we are given to understand is
dying out of Europe 1--WE hope for the sake
Of suffering humanity that this is true); of
that class, which we i'll England used to
eali Grub street Poets. He fouiShed at
tho time Of the Empire. and had been flour
ishing during tlo whole Of the eventfuI pc
Rod that preceded the elevation Of NapGlo-
on. Poor Dubois had alternately applaudcd
and satirzed all parties, and written songs
for all sentiments; but had extracted very
little either Of praise or pockct-money from
any of the refining powers, whether rcpub-
lican or imperial. He was quito III despair
Still young in Years, but with WORKOUT
rhymes, he was lamcnling one day to his
sister his melancholy and hopeless fate
This damsel was in the service of Pauline
the sister of Napoleon. Write me a SON
net said she, about Pauline, and about
heapty, and lot me try what can do \
beautiful sonnet, and sonnet about beauty,
are two very different things. Dubois made
nothing of his task, but did it out of hand:
his sister took the sonnet with her.
twas not long before she had an oppor
tunity, in her capacity of femme de ch"Ht-
bre, Of speaking to Pauline about her broth
cr the poet Shcproduccd hcrsounct about
beauty. Pauline did not exactly read it a.;
no one but the writer, and few afflicted
friends. and thusG heroic souls who do
things to say they have done them, ever do
read sonncts; but she glanced her eye down
the RHYMES, and saw her own name III har-
monious conueXion with some very sweet
ppithes Therefore she asked what she
could do for tho hoet-what it was he want
ed Alas everything! was the prompt
and candid reply.-somc little post, some
modest appointment.
Now it happened that Fouohe at that
time was doing his best to conciIlatc the
fair Pauline, who, with or without reason,
had shown little humor against the minis
ter of police. lie had frequently cntrcaIed
Der To make use Of his power ia favor of
her friends. Well said the good-naturcd
Pauline, this Fouchc IS always plaguing
me to ask for something; give me my
desk.
\ ladv's pen upon the smooth vclIum--
YOU know liccty Il runs, and what pretty
fxaggcratIoH ofpraise must necessarily flow
from 1t. The STYLE, the very elegance OF
the note demands it. Dubois was III an
instant. and most charmingy, converted
into man of neglected genius and WnmcrIt-
ed distress What was the happy turn OF
the expression is lost TO us for cycri bat as
Fouchc read the note, he understood that
there was a man Of talent To be assisted,
and, what was still more to tbs purpose, an
opportunity Of showing his gaIlanry to
Pauline,
The next day tho minstcr rode forth IN
state accompanied by four mounted @cpS-d
QfalcS. Following the address which had
been given him, he found himself in one
of the least inviting parts of Paris, far better
known to his own myrmdons OF po-
lice than to himself. But, arrived before
the enormous pile of building, which was
said to enclose our poet amidstlts swarm OF
tenants. he made VAIN inquiries for Mon
sicur Dubois. AZ last an old cronc came
to his assistance: aforementioned him she
had washed for him, and had never been
paid. Ifyou do not wish to be forgotten by
all the world, take care thatthcrc is some
oRe living to whom you are i'll debt
Meanwhile Dubois, from his aerial habi-
tation, had heard is own name pronounced,
and looking out a window caught sight OF
the eenS,F mnes. For which oihis >atrcs
or libels he was to undergo the honor OF
prosecution, be could not divine: but that
his poctical illusions were at last to bring
him into haplcss notorety, was the only
conclusion he could arrive at. That he
was still perfectly safe, inasmuch as Write
what he would nobody read, was the last
idea likely to suggest Itselfto the poet. lie
would have rushed down stairs, but steps
were ard ascending. So much furniture
as a cupboard may stand for, the bare walls
Of his solitary room did not display. There
was nothing for il but leap into what he
called his bed, and hide beneath the blan-
kcls, always prosulnng they were long
enough to cover both eXtremItcs atonce.-
The minister. undcterrcd by the difficulties
of the ascent, and animated by his gallantry
towards Pauline, continued to mount, and
at length entered the poets retreat. Great
are the ecccntricitics of gt..I.,s, and lamen-
table the resources Of pride and poverty
thought loGchc, is he gently drew the
blankets down, and discovered the dlSmaVed