The Ohio union. [volume] (Ashland, Ohio) 1849-1854, 1854-01-18

that! Thought We had no prince in
France? 2"
Z" The lads, sir" said the landlord,
laughing, +" always call him Prince. He's
The pride of the village, Claude Melnotlei
The son Of old Melnotle the gardner
F" And why do they call him prince I"
inquired Beauseant.
"Patlly," replied The Landlord, "be-
cause he is at the head of them all, partly
because he has such proud way with
him, and wears such fine clolhes-and,
in short, looks like a prince. But the
revolution which turns us all topsy'turvy
has turned his brain. | mean, sir, the
revolution Of love. hear from his moth
er, good soul" said the landlord, "tha,
il is no less parsonage Than the beauty
of Lyons, Pauline Deschappeilcs."
Both Baauseant and Galvis here burst
into loud fit Of laughter, and ascerIaining
from the landlord that Pauline had never
condescended even 10 look at Claude, and
did not know him by sight, an idea en-
tered Beauseanl's head of revengng him.
self'on Pauline by marrying her 10 Claude
Melnotle, after making him pass off as a
German prince-a character that he was
well enabled 10 support, being perfect
Admiral Chrichton in learning, and such
accomplishments as fencing, painting, and
music. As 10 the expenses necessary TO
maintain the rank, Beauseant and his
friend Galvis expressed their willingness
10 lend him money, clothes, and equipages.
In short time lhey had left the inn be.
hind them, and turned down, lane. struck
across the common, and came in sight oi
widow Melnolle's cottage. They saw
Claude, and finding him all that had been
represented, Beauseant wrote this letter 10
him
Young man, | know thy secret ihon
lowest above thy station; if thou hast viii
courage, and discretion, can secure TO
thee the realization of thy most sangulne
hopes, and The sole condition ask in re-
torn is, that thou shalt be seadiasi TO thine
own ends. shall demand from thee a
solemn oath TO marry her whop thou low
est; and 10 bear her to thine own home
on the wedding night
| am serous-if thou woud:t learn
more, lose not moment, but follow the
bearer of the letter 10 Thy friend and pat
ron.
"CuARLEs BEAusEANT."
With his whole soul made chaos by
the disdain of Pauline, Claude Melnotle
found himself wiling tool in the hands
of his lemptors. Pauline had trampled
upon urm-as worm he now turned
10 sting her. lie accepted the bargain Of
lered him by Beauscant; and in time was
introduced 10 tie pomPous mother and
scornlul daughter, as Ills Highness The
Prince of Como. 1t was all over with
them-he came-he saw-he conquered I;
aud not many days after his arrival, he
was already promised The hand OF Pau
line. ."..
In the family there was cousin oil
: Madame Deschapelle's, Colonel Dumas,
man who was as brave in action as he
was rude in speech. One day in CONVEX
salion with Pauline, Claude heard that
she was proud Of her connection with this
relative, howbeii Dumas was a soldier OF
forlune-one who owed his position 10
merit, not birlh-oue who had risen, and
in two years. from The ranks 10 The pres
ent grade. Taking advantage of the op-
porlunily, Claude was endeavorng 10 in
still into the mind of Pauline The old aud
classical sentiment that virtue is nobility,
when she observed TO him fondly:
al cannot fOrego pride when look on
thee and thinkesl that thou lowest me-
Sweet Prince, tell me again of thy palace
by the lake of Como it is so pleasant TO
hear of thy spendor, since thou dldst
swear to me that they would be desolale
without Pauline and when thou desert
best them, il is with mocking lip, and
, noble scorn, as if custom had mado thee
, disdain greatness.
Evadng the request of Pauline, Claude
, proceeded 10 describe home which he
did not say he possessed.
may, dearest, nay" said he. "if thou
wouldsl have me paint the home 10 which,
/ could love fulfil its prayers, this hand
D would lead thee, listen:-A deep vale
, shut out by Alpine hills from the rude
, world, near clear lake, marsined by lrul
of gold and whispering myrIles, elasslhg
, sofIest skies as cloudleSs. save with rart
f and roscgale shadows, as would have my
! fate" ..| ....
3 "My own dear love! ~ murmurcd Pau
{ line. '......
1 "A palace" continued Claude, "lilI
, ing to eternal summer its marble walls
/ from out glossy bower Of coolest foliage
f musical with birds, whose songs shout
@ syllable thy name. At noon we'd sit be
!. meath the archng vines, and wonder why
r earth could not be happy, while the heav
q ems still left Us youth and love! Wei
n have no friends that were not lovers-nt
ambition save to excel them all in love
|. we'd read no books that were not tales o
q love, that we might smile 10 think how
q poorly the eloquence Of words translate
If ihe poelry of hearts like ours and wheI
i. niph, came, amidst the brealhless heavens
/. we'd guess wha, star would he our HON
,r when love becomes immortal while tn
ID perlumed light shoae through mis's Of ala
s, basler lamps, every air was heavy wI'
ID signs. of orange groves, and music iron
le sweet flutes, and murmurs from low toun
talns that gush forth in the midst Of roses
of Love-" he said dcsI thou like The pi'
lie ture p. 'H
o. N"Ah," exclaimed Pauline, "as the be