Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1850-05-16
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A lalo Of Napoleon,a Time.

TEST OF LOVE-.
A Tale Of Napoleon's Time.
The Emperor Napoleon had on, one oc-
casion, after an audience " ith the foreign
ministers, remained conversing with Jo-
sephine in the deep recess OF window
which Overlooked the gardens OF Fontain-
bleau. They were interrupted by the
entrance of one Of his officers, the Cheva-
lier de Merville, who, bowling said:
'Sire.a young woman from Lyons, has
been waiting hours for an opportunity to
see YOU
why was she not admitted ere this?'
asked Napoleon hastily.
Your Majesty iorge,s that the Austrian
Ambassador has just Departed
'Ah, had forgotten! A young woman?
What's her business with me?'
Some petition, believe, Sire, answer
ed De Meryille.
"Weil, well, show her into our pres
sence,' said the Emperor, looking at Jo-
sephine with smile.
The officer retired, but soon reappeared
in the corridor, with lady leaning on his
arm, whose face, as much as could be seen,
was very beautiful. She tre,nbled as she
approached the door.
sMademoiselle, whispered her guide,
and pressing her hand, take courage, but
promptly answer whatever questions the
Emperor asks. He detests hesitation.
Then u>hering her into the spacious apart
meni, he bowed and retired.
The trembling girl, seeing Napoleon, on
whom her iondes, hopes depended, forgot
herself and her timidity--she thought OF
another. Throwing herself at the feet Of
Napoleon, she exclaimed, in voice chok
ed with emotion:
Mercy! Sire, sue for mercy and par
don.' She ceula ariicnla,e no more.
Josephine stepped from her partial con-
ceaiment, and approaching the group, con-
| tsibu,ed more by her sweet and sympa,hi-
zing words OF encouragement, TO restore
the courage Of the young petitioner, than
even the Emperor, by the sraciousness oil
his manner, as he babe her arise.
Your petition, Mademoi,elle, said he,
| Henrie,te Armand, (for that was her
name looked impioringly Ut the Emperor
and exclaimed:
.Ah, Sire! | ask pardon for Loui. De
lamarre, who is condemned TO be shot o,
the morrow. Oh! grant him your roya
pardon
A cloud gathered on the brow of Napo
leon as he interrupted her with
"A deser,er, Mademoiselle-he ha
twice deserted. No: he must be made al
example to the remainder of the regiment.
.. But the cause OF his dese.tion!' erie,
Henrette in agony, 'he was compelled
sorely against his will, to join the army
sWha; was the cause Of his desertion!
interrupted Napoleon.
; Two weeks since, answered Henriette
'he received news that an only remaining
parent, his mother, Sire, was Oh her death
bed, and longed day and night to behol
her son again. Louis knew tha, relic
from his post was impossible. His min
was filed with one thought, that she migl
, not close her eyes forever ere they res,e
) on the son she loved SO fon6ly.'
Did she de! asked the Empress, wit
interests.
No, madame replied Henrie.te, Ssh
at last recovered. But hardly had Loui
; received her blessing, and been folded i
her arms, ere he was torn from her gras
by the officers of Justice and dragged hi,l1
er. Oh! must he die? Mercy, Sire,
beseech You.
sAIademoiselle,' said Napoleon, appa
renlly soitened, this was the second ol
fence the first; you omitted that
.Itwas,' answered Henriette, hesitatin
and coloring -'it was--that he heard tia
was to marry Conrad Ferrand, whom
d.test as much as he does added Henri
e,te, with naiveite.
! Are YOU his sister, that you feel
great an interests in his fate!' asked III
Emperor.
'Oh, no, Sire!'--said Henriette, he
lovely cheek assuming still deeper hu
OF the rose, 4 am only his cousin
'Oh, only his cousin,' repeated Napol
) on, glanoing at Josephine with halt SUI
pressed smile.
oh, Sire,' cried Henriette, 'recolle
the anguish Of his widowed mother, whe
she reflects that the affection OF her son |,
her, is the cause OF his death. What, 81
a continued, 'can do 10 save him?'--a1
the poor girl, forgetting the presence
ROYALTY, burst into tears. The kind-hea'
: ed Jos ephine glanced at the Emperor wi
: an expression OF pity and sympathy; 81
noticed the workings Of his face, and fe
at once that it was very uncertain whe'
er Louis Delamarre was shot the ne
morning.
Napoleon approached the weeping g'
n she hastily looked up aud dried h
y tears.
: .Mademoiselle,' said he, would "
give your life for his? Would you, coi
Louis Delamarre be restored to life, ii
J, erty and his mother?'
], Henriette started back turned dead