Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1859-01-29

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vice and little actions. Never has the
heart Of this man felt the warmth of a
generous emotion never has q frank
idea traversed his laborious head that
man is an exception in nature, mon
strosity 80 rare, that the human race.
even in despising has contemplated him
with q stupid admiration. / win defv
you to debase yourself even to the
most extraordinary Of his talents
Here my friend stopped with an air
ironically joyous, and after few min
utes silence resumed.
Contemplate q moment the pale
immovablc face of this old palace {!
Listen and look; all is sombre and 81.
Tent. It seems as if we were in sbu.
1ying-ground: yet fifty persons at least
inhabit that wing. There are hut some
few Of its windows barely lighted. Not
the slightest noise betrays the wherea-
bouts Of the master, his society, or his
suite, what order what respect, what
gloom presides over his little empire.
The doors open and shut without noise.
The Wallets come and 80 without awak-
ing an echo by their tread under these
mysterious arches. Their service seems
to be done by enchantment. Look at
that window o little better lighted
than the others, through which you,
may see the uncertain spectre OF, q
white statue; that is the dining room.
There are assembled, sportsmen, art
lists, brilliant women, men Of fashion,
and all which France possesses, the
elegance and France. But do you
hear from this assembly song, laugh
or the raised sound of sing lie voice,
attosting the presence Of man? ]
would wager even that they avoid each
others looks, lest q thought should cir
culate under ceilings which canopy 81
lence, mystery and secret dread. Mo-
q valet dares sneeze, not q dog dares t
bark, in this place. Does it not seen
to you that the air around these Moor
ish towers is more sonorous than II
any other spot of the earth? But Hark
think hear the roll of q carriap,
over the fine sand Of thecourt.-
It il the master returning. Clever
o'clock has just struck. It isimpos
'sible 70 conceive q life more regular
an existepce more avariciously dis
tribut ed, tam that of this octagena
rian fox. Goand. tell him that twent,
times day YOU are on the verge o
despair, from tn fear of remaining
Improbable to yoes fellow creatures
and that you are ala<med and care
stricken at the idea ofVvine without
virtue, and you will see Nm smile lik,
one abandoned, to whom Apious yir
gin might confess the langs;dness o
her prayer, or her inattention durin,
the divine service. Ask by whsa ID
equations, by what good actions hi
day filed up? His people will tell 20
that he rises in the morning, at eleve
O'Clock, and gives four hours to hi
toilet, in the vain attempt to impa,
some appearance of life TO his marbl
face, which Discrimination has petrifie
even more than age. At three o'oloo
you will be told he takes the air in hi
carriage, attended by physician, dri,
ing up and down the solitary alleys I
his immense park. At FIVE O'clock th
most scientific aud succulent Dime
which can be prepared in France,
served up to him; and his cook is,
his own sphere, . parsonage a. raj
as profound, and ~ much admired .
himself.
After the repast, Of which ever
course is announced with . flourish ,
trumpets, the Prince gives . few mil
utes to his family and to his little cour
Every exquisite word, emanating
pity from his lips, has the effect .
bending the person to whom it is q
dressed double. A canoni1ed sair
would not inspire more yeneration
community Of dsuots. As the Nigh
fall the Prince again enters his cal
ia9e with his physician, for sccon,