The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-11-27
sAPO OIL r ON.
BY J, T. HEApLrr.


= 'OsE MoRxixo as sirolled from the Hotel
= do Meurice (lhe As.or House OF Paris,) in
/ search OF rooms, | stumbled Oh al object
which for moment held me by deeper
spell than anything had seen in France. In
the Rue vic,oire, close beside the principal
y baths of the city, stands email house seve-
raj rods from the street, and approached by a
narrow lane. II is situated in The midst OF q
garden and was the residence of Josephine
,Shen the young Napoleon first yielded his
heartto her charms. The young soldier had
then never dreamed OF The woudrous, destiny
tina, awaited him, nor had surrendered his
soul 10 TIA. wasting ambition which consul
med every generous quality of his nature,
aud every pure feeling OF his l.ear'. Filled
with other thoughts than those of unlimited
dominion, an dreaming Of other things than
fierce battle fields, he would turn his foot
steps hilher, 10 pour the tale OF his affections
in Josephine's ear. His hear, throbbed more
violently before a single look and single
voice, than it ever did amid the roar of ar
,iery and the sound of falling armies. The
eyo before which the world quailed at last,
and tho pride OF kings went down, fell a,
: the gaze of single woman, and her flute
like voice stirred his youthful blood wilder
than the shout OF "ViueP Emperor !" from
the enthusiastic legons that cheered him as
he advanced.-Those were the pusest days
of his existence, and we believe the only
happy ones he ever passed When the crown
Of an emperor pressed his thoughtful FORE
head, he must have feit that it was better TO
be loved BY one devoted heart, than feared
by score of kings As stood before the
humble dwelling and thought OF the monu-
ments of Bonaparte's fame that covered
France and the world, could no, but feel
how poor choice he made after all Sur
rendering the pure oy.that springs from aft
ection, and the heaven Of quiet home for
the tumult of armies and the crown OF thorns
which unholy ambition wears, he wrecked
bis own happiness and soul together. He
made life one great battlefield, and drove
his chariot of war over heaps OF slain, and
upio the axleirees in human blood, 10 gain at
las.-a grave. lie could have had thlt with
out such labor, ahd one, TOO, over which
does not hang such darkness and gloum as
rest on his. How often, in the midst of his
power, must that voice OF singular melody,
whose tones it is said, would arrest him in
the midst of the gayest assembly have fal
len on his ear like rebuking spirit, telling
him of his basenoss, and bringing back faint,
echoes Of that life he mover could hive again.
The Christian cannot muse over his many
fields OF blood Without the deepest execra-
,ion Of Bonaparte's character, Tho warrior
may recount; tho deeds wrought in that nigh
= conflict, but the Chrisiian's eye looks far
e y. -, s'ken hearts it has made, and
- ~. s.,rs,,l .a..;h.,;. af the Judgment
I'VE will not speak Of the physio., - 'a''0''s' 'a
crowded into this one day, for we cannot ap-
probate it, The suaeriugs of one single
man with his shattered bones piercing him
as no struggles in his pain; his suffocaton,
and thirst and bitter prayers drowned amid
the roar OF battle his mental agony as he
thinks Of his wife and children I; his last
death-shriek, are utterly inconceivable. Null
:iply. lhc cum Of this mans .suffstins by
twenty thousand, and the aggregate who
oopld,iell, Then charge all this over TO one
mans ambition, and who shall measure his
guilt, or say how dark and terrible his doom
sheuld be : Bonapane was a mar of grea:
intellect, but he stands charged with crimes
that blacken and torture the soul forever,
and. his sccnsers and their witnesses will rise
from almost every field in Europe and come
in crowds from. the banks Of the Nile, He
met and conquered many armies, but mover
aood face to face with such a terrible array