Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1854-01-13

his mothers love and services is swallowed
up In his admiration of the estates of the Mar
eehal de Breze Clemence's father; he is most
active IN urging the princes request"
"Ah, is it indeed 500" said Louis, much
shocked, for his conduct to his own mother
had been exemplary. "Then may Heaven
help the poor woman, if her own son turns
against her."
"Her life is almost that of a prisoner al
ready pursued lie Teller. "If your males
ty grants this, you will greatly oblige the
Prince de Condo whom it is important to
please; and the mere change of place can
make but little difference to Madame la Prin-
cesse."
A few sophistries of this sort sufficed for
Louis, who was seldom very eager where his
own interests were not concerned: and the
letter-de-cachet was signed and sealed, con-
tanning, in the usual FORM the greeting of the
monarch to his well-beloved subject Claire
Clemence de Maille, and stating, that in his
condescending care for her health, he consid-
cred residence at his castle of Chateauroux
would be more salutary than her present abode,
commanding her to remain there until such
time as his royal pleasure should be further
be made known to her on the subject.
The castle of Chateauroux stands perched
on the summit of grey, precipitous rock,
with the town to which it gives its name clus-
tered behind it on the more sloping side.
From the summit of the gloomy donjon, the
eye wanders over as lovely ascene as any that
Is to be found in France. The Indre winds
like a band of silver studded with emeralds
for beautiful islands, covered with trees rise
here from its bosom-through the plain; and
manging in the sunny distance, lie vineyards,
orchards, lowly farm buildings, and stately
chateaux, till the view is bounded by those
blue hills whence Clemence had once called
together so many brave hearts in defence of
her husband. And here, on lovely spring
evening in the year 1911, the first evening
of her captivity, Clemence de Maille leaned
over the battlements, with her eyes fixed on
the scene below, but with her thoughts wan
dering far away.
The day before, helpless, oppressed pris-
oner she crossed that Loire, which, twice be-
FORE she had crossed at the head of an army,
in the defence of her son and husband She
had seen that son and husband treat her with
hatred and scorn, anxious only to make her
sign the deed which transferred her property
to them, and had tainted in her son arms on
bidding him farewell. Then the days of Bor-
deaux rose to her view, when her glance ami
mated thousands, and her word was law, and
she herself was filled with the blissful, buoy
ant hope of gaining the love and esteem of
the husband for whom she would have will
ingly died. Now, all was gone-husband,
child, friends wealth, fame, station, liberty
How can she bear it?
"But O, I'm very very wrong" she thought
raising her eyes to the clear blue heaven
"If God give me strength then, when | was
a mere child in experience and understand
ing to plead my husbands cause before thou
sands, and encourage armed men to battle in
his behalf, He will not fail me now, when my
only task is to bear patiently what He may
see fit to lay upon me. But o D'Enghien,
my son. my son nature should have pleaded
for me in your heart. o God give me grace
give me fortitude, to bear the heavy grief of
feeling that my own son is my bitterest enc
my" And strength was given to the desc
late one-strength to bear twenty-three gears
of confinement; for death which took place
in 1894, was her own deliverance
She survived her husband eight years; but
his death was scrupulously concealed from
her, lest she might endeavor to recover her
liberty. They might have spared themselves
the trouble. What was there in the world
to tempt Clemence to return to it? Her
friends were dead, her unnatural son estrang-
ed-why should she come back, like spirit
from the tomb, among the gay and thoughts
less living? She died in the gray old wall
of Chateauroux, worn out with infrmities and
sorrows thankful and happy that the long tri-
al was over, and that the bright day of reward
so long looked for, had come at last.