American telegraph. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1851-1851, 1851-05-01

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WASHINGTON, April, 1851, 49,.
THE STOLEN FRUIT,-A STORY OF Ma
POLEON'S CHILDHOOD. ...t...s.
On the 18th of August, 1777, two little girls
of seven or eight years old were playing in
garden near Ajaccio in Corsica. After running
up and down among the trees and flowers, one
of them stopped the other at the entrance to
dark grotto under a rock. fs.tltye RI: a.#
"Eliza," she said, "don't 60 any further; it
frightens me to look into that black cave"
ssNonsense! 'Tis only Napoleon's Grotto."
ar" This garden belongs to your uncle Fesch
| Has he given this dark hole to Napoleon 7" 4
+"No, Panoria; my great-uncle has not given
him this grotto. But as he often comes and
spends hours in it by himself, we all call it Ma
poleons Grotto." ra.E5 s.s..s..rrl- sit H...'
~" And what can he be doing there 7" tfwn'
Talking to himself" ,e ra. ..,a. :lsNs
"What about?" ...~-.. sa
"Oh, don't know "a variety of things. But
come, help me to gather a large bunch of flow
| ers.",t.. s..r e.' e.an1 n u ..a
| "Just now, when we were on the lower walk,
you told me not to pull any, although there was
abundance of sweet ones"
| GARDEN
| And are his flowers more sacred than those
| of uncle Fesch?" .t.f ft2.l' '' 1tgtA
ssThey are indeed, Panoria.p ., .'.~.".1@
"And whys" f...s % ,.5l 1....<'
"rm sure / don't know; but when any one
wants to prevent our playing, they say, That
will give your uncle the canon q headache! !!
When we are not to touch something, tbs al
| ways, That belongs to the canon' IL we want
to eat fine fruit, Don't touch that; tits for
your uncle the canon Y And even when we are
praised or rewarded, tits always because the
canon is pleased with us.'
"Is it because he is archdeacon of Ajaccio
| that people are so much afraid of him % 49,.
"0h! no, Panoria but because he is our
tutor. Papa is not rich enough to pay for mas
| tiers to teach us, and he has not time to look
after cur education himself; SO our uncle the
canon teaches us every thing. He is not un-
kind, but he is very strict. If we don't know
our lessons, he slaps us smartly." ........
"And don't you call that unkind, Eliza ?"
| S"Not exactly. Do you never get whipping
yourself, Panoria?"
"No, indeed, Eliza tits the Corsican fashion
| to beat children; but our family is Grecian,
/ and mamma says Greeks must not be beaten"
I" Then I'm sure, Panoria, / wish were a
Greek; for It's very unpleasant to be slapped -
81 dare say your brother Napoleon does not
like it either"
He is the only one of my brothers who does
not cry or complain when he is punished. II
you heard what noise Joseph and Lucien
make, you would fancy that uncle was faying
| them alive! !" . ... -
"But about Napoleon. What can he be talk.
ing about alone in the grotto?" ,.l. ..s. ..
| "Hush! Here he is Let us hide ourselves
behind this lilac-tree, and you'll hear"
"I see Severia coming to call us" a4.r
| "Ah it will take her an hour to gather ripe
fruit for uncle the canon. We shall have time
enough. Comet" ..a@.@
| And the little girls, gliding between the rock
and the oyerhanging shrubs, took up their posi-
| tion in perfect concealment. s.-- sa.
The boy who advanced toward the protto
differed from the generality of children of his
age in the size of his head, the massive form Of
his noble brow, and the fixed examining express
sion of his eyes. He walked slowly--looking at
the bright blue sea---and unconscious that his
proceedings were closely watched by two pair
of little bright black eyes. .nt.a
Here am my own master !" he said as he
entered the grotto. "No one commands me
herel" And seating himself royalty on a bench
within the dark entrance, he continued, "This
is my birthday. | am eight years old to-day.
wish lived among the Spartans, then should
be beyond the control of women; but now ]
have to obey such number of people-old
Seyeria among the rest. All, if l were the
master 70 h.#
"Well, and il you were the MASTER what
would you do? 2" cried Eliza, thrusting forward
her pretty little head.
"First of all, I'd teach you not to come list
ening at DOORS" replied Napoleon, disconnected
Mt being overheard.
"But, brother, there's no door that l can
see" .#. ar ~.l
"No matter, you have been eayes-dropping,
oil the same"
"Elizal - Panoria !" cried n loud voice.
"Where can these children have gone to?'
The young ladies came out of their leafy
lurking place in time to meet the little Bona
parties nurse, Severia-a tall old woman, who
carried on her arm basket filled with the most
luscious tempting pears, grapes, and figs. -
GA pear, SEVERAL" cried Napoleon, darting
forward, and thrusting his hand into the basket
"The saints forbid childl' exclaimed Seve-
ria. " They are for your uncle the canon"
"Ah = said Napoleon, drawing back his hand
as quickly as if wasp had stung him.
Panoria burst out laughing. '@
al never saw such people ~ she said, MS soon
rs her mirth allowed her to speak "My uncle
the canon seems the bugbear Of the whole
family. Is Severia afraid of him too"
"Not more than l am" said Napoleon,
boldly.