The Nevada Democrat., 1858-07-14
THE Hundred Days. l."

Inc hundred days.
Somebody has contributed paper TO the At-
lanhc Monthly, entitled "The Hundred Days'-
preceding, of course, the downfall of the arst
Napoleon. 1t is we'll written, and full of inter-
est. The author is an American, and at the
time was student in Paris. or course. much
that h2-felatcs is derived from personal obser.
vations. Here is picture of the great Napolc
on in position which we have never seen hin
before
"On that day, (the day the when the En-
peror met deputies from the Departments, anG
distributed eagles to representatives of his for
ces,) saw Napoleon more distinctly than a
any other time. / was frequently present when
he was reviewing troops, but either he or they
were in motion, and had to catch glimpse OF
him as opportunities afforded. At this time as
he passed through the Champs Elysees, stood
among my friends, the soldiers, who lined the
way, and who suffered me to stay where man
would not have been tolerated. He was cscer T.
ed by the Horse Grenadiers of the Guard. His
four brothers preceded him in one carriage,
while he sat alone in state coach, all glass and
gold to which pages clung wherever they could
find footing. He was splendidly attred, and
wore Spanish hat with dropping feathers. As
he moved slowly through the crowd, he bowed
to the right and left, not in the hasty, abrupt
way which is generally attributed to him, but in
a calm. dignifed though absent manner. His
face was not one to be forgotten. l saw il re-
peatedly; but whenever l bring it up, it comes
before me, not as it appeared from the window
the Tuilleries, or when riding among his
troops, or when standing with folded arms, or
hands behind him, as they detiled before him +;
but II rises on my vision rs it looked that morn
Ing, under the noddng plumes- smooth, mass
i've, and so tranquil that it seemed impossible q
storm Of passion could ever ruf1ie it, The CON-
plexion was clear olive, without particle of
color, and no trace was on it to indicate what
agitated the man within. The repose of that
marble countenance told nothing Of the past,
nor anxiety for the deadly struggle that await
ed him. The cheering sounds around him did
net change it; they fell on an ear that heard
them not There was more machinery than
soul In the recognition, his head instinctively
swayed towards them. The idol Of stone was
there, joyless and impassive amidst its worship
pers, taking its lifeess part in this last pageant.
But the thinking, active man was elsewhere, and
returned only when he found himself in the
presence of delegated France, and in the more
congenial occupation which succeeded"
or the death of the brave and chivalrous Ney
the writer in the Atlantic gives the following
graphic account:
"During the Hundred Days and shortly be-
fore the battle of Waterloo, was, one Sunday
afternoon. in the Luxembourg Garden, where
the fine weather had brought out many of the
inhabitants Of that quarter. The lady was &C.
oOmpanyng remarked "There il Marshal
Ney." He had joined the promenaders, aud
his object seemed to be. like that of the others,
to enjoy an hour of recreation. Probably the
next time he crossed those walks was on the way
to his place Of execution, which was between
the Garden and the Boulevard. At the time of
his confinement and trial in the Luxembourg
Palace. the gardens were closed. l usually
passed through them twice week. but now
was obliged to SO round them. Early one
morning. stopped at the room of medical
student, in the vicinity. and while there. heard
discharge of musketry. We wondered at it.
but could not conjecture its cause; and although
we spoke Of the trial of Marshal Ney. we had SO
little reason to suppose that his life was in jeop
ardy, that neither of us imagined that volley
was his death knell. AS continued on my way
/ passed round the Boulevard, and reaching the
spot have named, l saw few men and wo-
men, Of the lowest class. standing together
while sentinel paced to aud fro before wall,
which was covered with mortar, and which form
ed one side Of the place, turned to the spet
ana inquired what was the matter. A man re-
piled Marshal Ney has been shot here, and
his body has just been removed" l looked at
the soldier, but he was gravely going through
with his monotonous duty. and knew that mil
ttary rule forbade my addressing him. 1 look
ed down; the ground was wet With blood
turned to the wall, and seeing it marked by
balls, attempted, with my knife. to dig out
memorial of that days sad work. but the soldier
motoned me away. / afterwards revisited the
place, but the wall had been plastered over, and
no indications remained where the death shot
had penetrated.
The sensation produced by this event was pro-
found and permanent. Many heart inclined
toward the Bourbons, was alienated by it forev-
er. Families which had rejoiced at the restora-
tion, now cursed it in their bitterness, and from
that day dated a hostility which knew no recon-
ciliation. The army and the youth of France
demanded why soldier whose whole life had
been passed in her service, should be sacrificed
to appease race that was q stranger to the
country, and for which it had no sympathy. A
gloom spread like funeral pail over society,
and even those who had blamed the Marshal for
Joining the Emperor, were now among his warm |
'st defenders. The priRt-shops were thronged
vith purchasers, eager to possess his portrait |
md TO hang il in their homes, with a reverence
ike that attached to the image Of martyred
aint. Had he died at Waterloo as he led on the |
imperial Guard to their last charge. and his
inform riddled by balls. hung about him in tat |
'rs. he would not have had such an apOthess as
as now given him in one Simultaneous mevs-
snt BY all classes of bis countrymen."