The organ of the temperance reform. (Cincinnati, O. [Ohio]) 1852-1853, 1852-10-22
THE CHILD OF THE IMPERIAL
GUARD.
TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.

IAANoLAlEO EAOA Ahh FhhNShs
About the year 1880 was at the house
of one of our most celebrated French gene
rails. 1t was evening, and although it was
not one Of his days for receiving company,
several persons had come to call on him.
We were seated around the fire, and were
conversing with perfect freedom, when the
servant announced NJ. Louis Jacquot, and
We saw enter young officer of the marines,
of most distinguished appearance. The
slngularity of his name cOntrasted so much
with the elegance of his manners, and the
reception which the general and his wife
gave him was SO affectionate, that the at
tentiOn of every one was attracted towards
him. This movement led to an examina-
tion of his person, which was quite favora-
BILE for him, for this M. Jacquot was a fine
young man, Of about twenty years at most
His face had that brown tint which is &C.
quired on the sea; he had an eye large and
black, and the frank and decided air of Q
brave youth. His toilette was less remark.
able than his person. Although it is diff
cult to make a great display of elegance
with the uniform of an ensign, yet that Oi
NJ Jacquot was so well cut and closely fit.
ted, that it was impossible to avoid noticing
it. The young officer must have had some
thing very interesting about him for that
inspection which is always made when a
person enters a room, was prolonged in his
case much longer than is usual, and by a
coincidence natural enough, the glances of
each were fixed upon part OF his costume
which was entirely at variance with the rest.
In fact, to his chapeau of black and shining
felt which NJ. Jacquot held in his hand,
was attached an old cockade decidedly
faded and dirty. The general perceived
the regard which was excited, and remark
ed it in low tone to his vile, who answer
ed him by a pleasant smile, and M. JAG
quot, who saw this movement, blushed up
to the whites of his eyes. 1t was not the
blush of shame, nor of confusion which
mounted to the face of the young officer,
but of a modest embarrassment: and the
general, seeing him thus disturbed, held out
his hand to him, saying, You are brave
boy, Louis" The generals lady also ex-
tended her hand, which the young officer
kissed with lively expression of respect
and tenderness.
This little scene had interested us very
much, but no one thought of asking an ex-
PLANTATION. The arrival of the young man,
however, had interrupted the conversation
and each one seemed 10th to resume it
when an old officer who had remained 81
lent enough all the evening, suddenly arose
and said in a rough voice to the general
This, then, is your Jacquot, and here
the true cockadep and without waiting 70
an answer, he took the hat from the hand
of the young man, and examined it after
lively; one would have thought that b
wished to embrace it, and tear fell froI
his eye on his moustache while he regarC
ed it.
This new incident determined the cur
Osity of every one; they rose, examine
this mysterious cockade, and several pc
sons, having approached the general, d
manded of him an explanation of all thi
"Ah," said he, ait is a very simple st
ry."
at is a magnificent story" exclaime
the old officer; " if, madame, the general
lady will relate it to these ladies and gel
tlemen, l am sure that it will draw teal
from their eyes" We insisted on it; II
general consented. The young officer II
signed himself to be placed in a scene, an
we listened to the following narrative;
At the first interview between Napoleo
and Alexander, the first of these emperor
had conquered him, ordered a general r,
view. Napoleon surveyed with compl;
cency the ranks of his imperial guard, whe
he suddenly stopped before a granadi,
who had on his face scar, which, begir
ming on his forehead, descended to the nit
die Of his cheek. He regarded him M,
ment with pride, and pointing him out wit
his finger to the emperor Alexander
What think you," said he to him, &"
the soldiers who can resist such woun,
as thatF"
"What think you of the soldiers who il
fiicted them?" answered Alexander, wi
happy presence of mind.
They are DEADl" said the old pranadie
in a solemn voice, mingling, by his sublin
sentence, in conversation of the two mo
powerful monarchs of the world. Alexa
der, whose question had embarrassed N
poleon, turned towards him and said wi
courtesy, "Sire, you are every where victor