The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1850-11-14

and remember, 10 mine, not TO thine, has
sovereignty been promised. Separate, then
our fates, and your siar fades" How
truly, and how soon, were those prophetic
words fulfilled. The heroic resignation Of
Josephine, however, concealed from pub
lie view, a crushed and bleeding heart
The devoted friends who composed her
little court at Malmaison and Navarro,
well knew that while ministering In every
possible way to their happiness and "a
musement, her thoughts and affections
were far away, lowering over those below
ed ones whose welfare was dearer to her
than her own.
Just before leaving Paris for his dsas-
trous campaign in Russia, Napoleon visi-
ted the iilusrious recuse of Malmaison,
and was received by her in the garden
which her taste had converted into a .'wil-
derness of Sweets The conversation
was animated in the extreme, Josephine in
vain endeavoring to dissuade the emperor
from his purpose, while he, in turn, paint
ed in lively colocs the certainty of success
and the brilliant results of the enterprize.
"How much | regret my inability to do
any thing for that fortunate OF the earthi"
was the exclamation of Josephine, as she
{ .
A few short months passed away, and his
misfortunes and downfall were proverb
throughout all Europe.
The affectonate heart of Josephine was
deeply afflicted by the sad reverses which
followed the Russian expedition, and her
health, always delicate, declined daily,
though she was still gentle, uncomplaining
and soIicitous only for the comfort OF those
about her When the Allied Sovereigns
entered Paris, their first visit was paid at
Malmaison, and nothing could exceed the
respectful attention with which the wife
of Bonaparte was treated by the kings who
had eXiled her husband, and overthrown
the dynasty for which she had sacrificed
so much. The day previous to her death
she was visited by Alexander of Russia,
who found, on entering the chamber, her
! daughter Hortense, Queen of Holland,
| kneeling by the side of the couch on which
the sufferer lay, while her cherished Eu-
gene, Viceroy of Italy, held the hand of
his dying mother, both so overwhelmed
/ with grief, as TO be insensible to his ap-
| proach. Josephine alone retained all her
calmness and self-possessior, and repeat
edly thanked Alexander for the kindness
=
then raised herself, desired all present TO
approach the bed, and said quite audibly:
Il shall die regretted-for | have always
desired the happiness of France, and have
done all In my power TO contribute to II;
and | can say with truth TO all here pres
ent at my last moments, that the first wife
of Napoleon never caused single tear TO
! flow" These were her last words-al-
most Immediately after, she fell into a
! slumber, from which she awoke only in
eternity. Her remains were consigned TO
the grave with pomp and magnifcence,
and the long funeral procession was Vol
UNFAIRLY closed by more than teco th0US-
and poor, who had partaken of her boun-
ty and cherished her memory. The spot
where she sleeps, Is marked by monu-
ment of white marble, representing the
empress kneeling in her coronation robes,
and bears the touching inscription
! EUGENE AND HoRTENsE TO JOSEPHINE.
| Already, in little more thana quarter Of
century, the splendid fabric Napoleon
waded through oceans OF blood and tears
| to build up, has ..crumbled to atoms, his
/ family is almost extinct, and his very name
! sound forgotten in our midst. But the
talents and grace of Josephine-her en-
dearing geutIeness and feminine virtues
will render her an object of interest to the
good, when the blood stained records oi
! ambition, and the boasting annals of earth
/ ~ grandeur shall alike be buried in obliv-
ion.-Lady's Wreath.
New and Singular Clock.