Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1854-01-11
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Saragossa, Lerida. Badaioz,i Tafragona,
Tudela, and Carunna. At their head
marched Perignon. Satchet, Juuot Mon
cey, in a word those heroes who know
how to fight without being guided by the
master of Victory. AS the Emperor and
} his son Watched them necessarily passing
} Ike the waves of a sea into which some
vast sluice is pouring; the young Napole-
on said to his father:
''Who is that, father, who wears so
much glory with so much modesty, and
who, weeping, stretches out his hand to-
wards you %
s. He is my first son thy brother, Eu-
gene Beanharnais he was so devoted to
me, as to bless the hour of thy birth.
though that hour deprived him of crown!
Under the title of viceroy, he bears citi-
zen's heart, under that uniform so brave
i ly won. he has the soul If sage, and
he adds the love and tenderness of a son
to the devotion of soldier. Pay him a
tribute OF thy admiration, my son, since
thou had it not in thy power to initiate
him."
AS Napoleon was speaking. cloud Of
dust arose, and his son exclaimed +:
Look, father, see that horse rearing
and prancing, that sabre like lightning
cleaning, and plume towering over the
muItitu ie like some lofty pine over its fell
lows Of the Forest
"Ah that is Murat there he is
my lion of the flowing name. who. single
handed would keep whole clouds OF enc
mics at bay Gently, gently. my gallant
warrior ? Why gallopest thou SO fierce
ty?. Thou hast no longer six hundred
leagues of country to ride over; why lost
thou cheer thy troops and spur thy horse?
There are no enemies behind that gate.
Thou needst not bend thy head to pass
beneath the arch, however great thou
mayest be. rs made thee King Murat,
crowned soldier! Look not SO hercely at
thy old enemy, Davoust ; do not poiAt to
thy sword aud make him signal of def
ance. Listen to BelIaird, who tells thee
that king does not expose his life in
and bravest him at every moment. despiso
soldiers blood"
choly, his curved sabre. which his arm
is unable to support. hanging along his
thigh ?'
- L HhL IS l. OulaLOHShiI the Cnllu WIN
out land. who had adopted the country
of the brave to cheat himself into the be-
lief that it was his own. That is the in
trepid Pole, Poniatowski."
"And he who is followed by all the
prisoners taken in the various battles %
THAT is Rapp, always wounded, and
always cured on the eve Of a combat,
who has watercd the battle-f field with
more blood than would have sufficed for
the hearts Of ten men. Aud now, my
son, bow low thy head and bend thy
knee"
The young Napoleon obeyed. and the
Emperor continued, showing in the dis
tance shadow towering far above the
rest.
"Thero is Ney Before gave him
the title of Duke. he was called the L1ae-
.tdtiguub!e;. before named him prince, he
had won the appellation Of BrayeSE Of tie
BraVe."
Addressing the Marshal, Napoleon ad :
ded in low voice:
" Whence contest thou, my brave Ney,
SO pale and covered with blood ? Is it
from Moskowa, where thou didst bear thy
division over the battle field like the war
club Of giant, prostrnting armies at eve
ry blow ? Dost thou come from thy long
march across the desert, worn out by
hunger and every kind of privaton. Be
not thas depressed, my brave Eey; thou
knowest at anu coming to thee. to
) seek thee, on foot. through the snow
What can nothing restore thy wonted
audacity in the day of battle Good
: Heaven ! What are those twelve wounds.
which thou didst not receive in thy nu-
merous campaigns ? All l see-1 see !!
The balls of the veterans of the army have
pierced that fierce and noble heart, un-
scathed in twenty pitched battles and in
: sixty combats. Look at him, my son.
) he died like a criminal-that great war
rior was my friend, and he is not the on
ly one among those you see, who died a
felcn's death by the hand of tyranny
Do you see Labadoyere, the youthful
Colonel They murdered him. Do
you see Drune. Bamel, and the brothers
Faucher? France has shed the last drop
of blood they poured out so freely for
her. But look up. my gallant comrades
the hour has arrived when your punish
nent is considered as a triumph--look up
: and read here your names, which l dedl,
cate to immortality
Hereupon, Napoleon having lowered
b. : sword beneath the Arch, the light,
ming of glory which flashed from it. exhi-
bited to all those heroes their names en-
: gra ven on the monument, and still more
: deeply craven in history, and the dead
), saw what the living had not yet seen.
Day then appeared. With the shadows
of night the shades of the tomb departed,
but the sentinel posted at Che gate of the
Lo,-v 1I,. -r,11H Il ,vitl, me-.
lanchoIy moaning through the foliage oi
the trees of the Champs EIyseSs. and be-
meath the vaulted dome of the Triumphal
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