The daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1848-1851, 1849-11-27


1Fr5m the Cors.poadsncs Of The London Aaas1
Love and Politics in France.
The Government Of our governors has given Us
some little occupation also. The discovery Of the
real author Of the Presidents letter on the Roman
affair has been the topic Of much discussion ana
Of greater interest 1t is now ascertalneds beyond
a doubt thai it was penned by Madame d. A.
Who Il for the moneHt our real and bon1 PIE
President. This lady, not spurious but second
George Sand, has beenfor some years gradually
settling her feet into the Shoes Of that hestnons
ladv and at length on the day poor George was
1900 n n, lar Il and abandon thsm aitogether,
Madame A stepped int them az once, ana
struts about il them with great seli-satisiaetlony
although new and then, 70 be sufes they 90 pnsh
her a little, and cause heF-to hop and SKIP ialias
tically enough They say that she much -eossted
another article Of ATTIRE which George sand has
adopted can a1lble but which unloFtnnatsi' great
as was the hurry Of her aight, she did not-ieaye
BehindsheE
Madame A.. reftns triumphant al the Ely
see Bourbon. Shells bent on comprising the un-
conquered Princess Levens and they ere pitied one
against the other 70 our great deHght anq eiFsl-
sion She is industrious and indeiaf GAME Win
great talent for intrigue, and some pfe5enalo41
personal beauty, or our President would none o.
her Her history s-one more example 70 add e
the illustrations Of conjugal mistakes which acca-
mulate an this country, thick as leaves IN y aalii
brosa- She-was married while Teta chiia % -ls
Marquis "a, a Of forty years q age o.
great foFtune Of unblemished characteTs and Of
Ron 5rineipIs, The lady herself declares him %
the world as honan1e % bTe7s, But, aias an
i0nsnle de bieH was but 81 calculated 70 satisfy me
artist dreatns Of the young wife She sighed LOT
poetic love, for genius, for aspiration. NJ d IL
indulged ibis longing inasnuch- as IN his power
lay, BY inviting to his house every artistic eeiebry
which came across bis path, and BY the most loeral
patronage Of art in al is branches For two sue
cessiva Seasons The house Of the marquis was the
rendezvous of all the talent and science which Eu-
rope could produce
The rowing heart OF the fair lady, however. not
yet fixed By any enc in partieuiars or perhaps
equally struck by all, preserved semblance Oh
constaRcy to her husband during all this time but
at length the arrival d. the great pianist, the
mighty devourer of ladies' hearts tbs moral ogre,
whose soul sekens at other food than ladies slghss
arrived in Paris, and. the blow struck From
that moment her home, her husband, her position,
hername, her child, were all alike forgotten ana
iorsaken. For some time longer she continued %
live-a lie; and then, weary OF deceit Ted 10 JON
- who had departed for Vienna It. appears
that the love on her side sincere she renamed
with him through poverty and scoTn. She refused
TO leave him even when tempted 70 DO 50 py me
most generous oilers on the part OF hef haA2a2o'
who, with noble forgiveness, offered nee 81 nee
pendent home and fortune if she would but return
to France, and thus put an end to NE scaaaal
which her flight had occasioned.
Ii was only when - himself yEe9rled q me
obseurity in which he was compelled to remain
whale he had the burden OF 50 much love to sup
port TO which task he totally incompetent, ad
rom 5sr IN secret. In silence and by night that
she avdke from her dreanl4 and 5eheid her ggiiiy
love in all its hideous defoEmity. lie mad He'd 70
Munich with a nobler and a richer lady she re-
tired 10 poverty and ObscuFity, seeking 70 earn BY
daily toll the Independence she had forfeited Tor
| him. 1t was then she wrote the history oil ner
error the story Of her deusion and ats cure the
mean ness and the cowaHslicsro the man whom she
had dressed in poetic oolors were placed in contrast
with the noble conduct Of the husband she mad
despised. The success Of the work was immense,
/ and vengeance was complete; 49, was never
| again received IN Paris with the same er thuslaslll
he avoids Paris, indeed, to this hour, and declares
1 that the Parisians have no soul.
I Affe4 fsf adventure Madame dA-, now
placed BY &c suecesa Of Der romance amongst the
brightest stars d literature, was sought out BY
ever the watch to secure 10 himself the tact and
1 ready wit Of clever women. For four years and
more she edited his pepper, which IS considered BY
many to be the best which issues from the Paris
press, finding the Ion aofS moulding the politics
2 with boidRess often met with bitterness by the
Times, little dreaming that the combat was against
a woman.
Al the revolution Of February she resigned her
r sceptre to another lady, who xields it now with
even more success, and retired for awhile with the
intention Of reposs But her restless agitated soul
could not long brook the caHand quiet OF a retired
life and we End her once more after menacing Tor
some time journey into Austria, to devote herself
to Jeilachich, Of whom she had become the devoted
slave, from reading the accounts Of his daring ex-
plots, as written by herself IN her own newspaper,
riding quietly side by side with the President IN the
close green carriage which turns out OF the Elysee
/ every day at halEpast three o clock and wends its
way IN cautious fashion to the Bois de Bouogne,
while the English lady who occupied that place till
| now, drives with yet more steady pace along the
Cours ID Refine andif by chance the two vehicles
meet in the Bots, she bows to the inmates of the
| green COUP without anger and without emotion,
| and, teaches the two children by whom she is ac-
| compdHied to nod and kiss their hands from the
| carriage window. They. toe, seem to possess some
claim upon the President, perhaps because they
! were born at Ham during his captivity there and
dead However, the English lady has adopted
| them, and brings them up as her own.
Would you not think, on hearing all this, that
we-'vere ehEoneling some passages in the life Of
Louis Quatorze and telling OF all that happened
with Maintenoh and Montespan, and poor La
| VALERIE dead the world and buried in her con-
| vent cell -