Democrat and sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1853-1866, 1854-12-21
VOL. 2. NO. B.
The Bonanartes,

The Bonapartes.
1t is strange to consider that, under certain
circumstances, which, however unlikely. are
not impossible, Prince Napoleon Bonaparte,
pow with the expedition of the Allies in the
East, may arrive at the throne of England,
in the way of hereditary succession. On the
death, in 1917, of the Princess Charlotte
daughter of the Prince regent, and wife of
Prince Leopold, of SAKE Coburg) some curious
ana startling paragraphs to this effect. went
Tying about the newspapers from time to
time, producing a variety of comment, people
thinking it very astounding that the. son or
grandson of old Carlo Bonaparte. the lawyer
of Ajaccio, should have any legitimate chance
of sitting upon the throne of Alfred and
William the Conqueror. When Charlotte
and her child were PUT into her coffin, all the 4
old royal rakes-the Dukes of Clarence,
Kent, Cumberland, and Cambridge, ran to
get married. The three last saved the scep-
ire from the grasp Of Bonaparte. Kent
was the father of Victoria, and She has got a
aittle phalanx Independently of the Duke of
Cambrid c, the King of Hanover, and other
collaterals), which renders the hope of Prince
Napoleon be cherishes such hope-a
very forlorn one. And he viii make that
phalanx still stronger: so that we may as
well conclude that England will not. in our
time, at least, slip dynastically from the
Guelphic hold
Prince Napoleon derives his pretension
through the Queen of Wurtembers, (wife of
Jerome Bonaparte,) descendant OF Frederick,
Prince of Wales, son of George H., and
Father of George Ill.
Appropos des Bonapaytcs, Jerome Bsna-
parte, the Baltimore brother of the Prince
Napoleon, has lately come back from France
IA French citizen, and prince His son,
sometime lieutenant in our army, has been
also naturalized in France, and appointed to
the same command in the imperial army
The grandmother of this young man, Miss
Patterson that was, is still liying-a spry,
aristocratic old lady, who glories in her con-
nection with the house of the Napoleonidn,
and looks down upon Baltimore and the dem
ocracy of America 1t is said that, when her
grandson was going away, she gave him
So, 600, and promised him much more, if he
would remain in France and climb the i'm
perial tree as far possible. 1t Is reported
that she has a large fortune. and it is well
known that. ike old Sarah, Duchess of Marl-
borough, she is continually trying to increase
! it. Though nearly seventy years of age, she
| is frequently seen on change in Baltimore,
at the post-ofice, pottering about the wharyes
and banking houses, and holding CONVERSE
tions with spectators and men of business.
She prefers living in plain clearinghouse,
for economy; still preserves traces of her
early beauty, and often prides herself on hay-
ing the fairest skin in that part of the coun-
try She is above acting like the generality
of ladies about her, and never goes to any
church. She talks philosophy and politics,
and recounts the glories of the Napoleonic
times She commonly wears onsher forehead
glittering jewel-of a high value, intrins-
icaIly, and, doubtless, still more highly valued
for some remembrance attached to it. She
has always been in the habit of receiving
magnificent presents from abroad, and takes
/ much pride. in showing them. She is a
wonderful dowager, full OF eccentricity and
character She seems to hold no intercourse
with her relations, and is kind of Lady
Hester Stanhope, in her own way The best
advice we could give her would be that she
1 should go back to the old man, aud live and
die with him. There is no doubt that she
has corresponded with him since the parting,
and we see that there is no breach between
him and his American relatives. The man
who forced wife for his own bed from the
palace of the Austrian emperor, was the ono
who obliged Jerome to give up his American
wife, and it is not improbable the latter obey
! ed his brother with regret. The old grand
mother should 90 to the old grandfather, and
they should end their lives together, accord
ing to the good old ballad of John Anderson
my Jo-"