Daily national era. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1854, 1854-06-06

Napoleon came 10 embrace in last adleu
his Old Guard As hesitated for second,
staring into the wild night the old clock above
the doorway tollcd out the hour OF ten. IL was
indeed the voice Of time, tollng its ghostly
summons into the drowsy ear OF night. pull
ed my cloak closer al out me, and sought my
little room
To my great horror, fund, from some in.
reference by our workmen with the rooi,
the continued rain and snow OF the past week
had found their way in, and my room was
anything but habitable had to find othor
ouarties. and the idea of wandering through
the vast Chateau in search Of a resting place
seemed as dreary as such search would be
through deserted town at midnight. ! had
no help for it, however. So, descending to the
lodge, secured the services of old Marie and
two men, and we act off in our search for a,
sleeping room knew the most inhabitable
at least the most comfortable, were those OF
the Princess --, known al Madame do Ia
Pompadour's and thither | conveyed my es-
cort Here three rooms are almost thrown
into one being separated at the doorways
only by the heavy tapestry. The smaller, the
bedroom, is perfect gem. The floor il Gov
cred with a carpet in which the foot sinks
noiselessly the walls arc hung with the finest
satin the furniture, Of cnstly woods il reflected
in tall mirrors, and set of by rare paintings,
any one Of which is worth journey to look
upon.
Madame Marie soon arranged the huge bed,
and ordered the men to light the pile Of wood
in the fireplace Of the larger room. The
smoke for a while rolled heavily into the
apartment. but ~ the heat gathered force,
took the proper direction, and in a few minutes
had capital fire Left TO myself, drew an
arm chair from is place, and, for more than
nm hour, sat looking into the sputtering fire,
and listening to the storm rattle and beat upon
tho windows Drowsy Mt last ] stole to my
strange bed---so strange, that soon wakened
to sense Of restlessness, to me unacconnta-
BILE ] could not get to Sleep but turned and
turned for hours, listening to the furious storm,
or looking at the fire. At last the blaze went
down, and shadows more and more gloomy,
seemed to dance upon the goblin tapestry in
the adjoining chamber, into which | looked,
giving a sort of life to tho vivid figures |
could, between sleeping and waking, almost
see the figures move. In vain attempted to
Sleep the drowsy god iorsook my couch, the
more courted his soothing presence. My
mind took up the many legends-the many
cruel deeds, which had once made the very
stones quake with fright. thought of the
poor man broken alive upon tho wheel by
Louis the Just, because a clumsy trick, harmful
to no one but himself had failed. All the
sudden deaths, and mysterious disappearances
would throng my brain saw jealous and
infuriated Christine of Sweden approach
| Moualdeschi, in the dim and ghostly gallery
of Ceris," and demand tho authorship Of Ger
tain letters to fair Itslian. | saw her beckon
the two assassns and the priest heard again
the snpplications for lfe-the strange abs0lu-
ton; saw the murdcrons attack upon the
unarmed man, who, clad in coat Of MAIL re
sisted with his hands, until face and hands
were cut to pieces and, a frightful spectacle,
he blindly dew from his assassns, vainly cry,
ing for msrcy--until he fell, dying by inches.
could not clear my brain of this stuff
while the storm dashed itself against the huge
windows; the FIRE gradually burned down. on-
til the room became more dim, and long shad.
ows began to play upon the goblin tapestry, as
if the figures, endowed with life were fitting
by and at each other. would drop into a
doxe, and start out again, ~ If upon the watch,
with feverish sense of uneasness, difficult to
describe. At last became conscious of some
one being in the room-the larger room ad.
joining, where now smouldered the fire, and
into which looked through the folding, dra-
period doors. Yes it was surely 10; some one
stood before tho fire. Strange to say, was
not startled, or alarmed only influenced by
strange sense of awe. could not, and yet
could see distinctly; the details were uncer-
tain, but the general outlines were there, mark.
ing the fearful man--for it was indeed him
saw the cooked hat could almost rec the
clear, cold face--the over-coat the hands fold
cd behind his back Yes he stood before that
fire, az he had stood before the most fearful
camp-fres Of Europe.
While gazed, spell bound upon this appa-
rition, another started into existence, fr0D
thought, the very tapestry, at the farther end
Of the room; pnd it slowly, and with kingly
stateliness, stalked across the floor, gigantic
figure, dressed in the costume Of another age ;
and, IA il turned its face slowly as it advanced
towards the fireplace | saw tho straight line
from the forehead 10 the end Of the nose, which
marks 80 decidedly his portrait in the Louvre
On he walked, turning bis head with stare
OF surprise, until no melts into the heavy gloom
gathered at the further end of the apartment
And now come two others-the one, fair and
beautiful as summers day. her long, silken,
auburn locks falling over and almost hiding,
tho lustrous blue eyes; the other, dark as night.
They, too, glide ON and disappear, to be follow
cd by one unlike all others What fierce,
stern woman what n crnel, cold eye She,
too, the mother of kings. passes on, glaring in
fire. Hardly had the sco~ling apparition dis
appeared, than another came, and 30, In con-
trast, he seemed an angel Of light: mild, quiet,
passing slowly on. He gazed, too, in the same
direction with the otberp, but in rather a look
OF curious astonishment than scorn or hatred
His is not q martial tread or look, yet from the
cap droops long, white feather, that seems to
be reckoning columns on through the black,
thick smoke of battle, while from bis breast the
red blood welled out soiling his white vest.
He is gone, and after pause appears two
shadows--thc one indistinct and uncertain, with
the crown only clearly marked and glittcring
but his companion, tall, thin, il distinctly WISH
bic, with eagle eyes and hooked nose and the
thin lips. He smiles proudly upon the form
which has disturbed them ALL and, as he passes
on, smile Of recognition seems to play about
his lips They two are gone; and now they
come not one, nor two, but crowds Of shadowy,
kinolv tbinps 1ittipg bv like figures in dis