Daily Ohio statesman. [volume] (Columbus, Ohio) 1855-1870, 1861-09-10
[From the Chicago Journal.
Prince Napoleon ana the Old soIaieY

Prince Napoleon ana the Old Soldier.
Last evening there occurred one of those rare
incidents in the progress of Prince Napoleon's
tour through the United States which will not
soon DO forgotten by our illustrious visitor, al
Deit the tender recollections thereof NAV not
be OF long duration with one Of the parties In.
terested, whose gray hairs will ere long be
molstened by the clammy dews of death.
LoreDz Harte, relic Of the Grand Army of
the First Napoleon, now an inmate of the Cook
county Poor House, bad an interview with
FRINGE Napoleon. County Agent Hansen, learn.
ing the wish OF the old soldier, kindly conveyed
him to the fremont. His card was sent to The
Princes apartments, and the old man, bowed
down with the weight of eighty years, was ush.
cred into the august presence.
| The Prince arose to receive his remarkable
guest There they stood, for moment looking
eacn other IN the face-the second heir to the
french crown and the SCARED and bropzed yete.
ran Of score of battles. Advancing, the Prince
grasped the old mans hand, and Conducting
him to seat, spoke so kindly that the yete.
rams heart overfowed, and he burst into tears.
10 those at all acquainted with the history of
the Napoleonic dynasty, neither the kindness of
the FRINGE nor the emotion of the old soldier
Will be wondered at. All such we'll know the
remarkable power that the first Napoleon held
upon the affections of his soldiers, as we'll as the
wild and uncomfortable idolatry manifested by
the latter toward the former, upon all occasions.
whether in victory or defeat.
In that interview, yesterday, the veteran
"fought his battles o'er again" The Prince
questioned him, and listened with glstening eye
TO his recital Of those thrilling incidents which
ever had as their hero Napoleon.
! The quick eye of the Prince noticed the ab.
sence OF three fingers from one of the soldiers
hands .Bt
"Where did you lose your fngersGp
"ln the retreat from Moscow. was attach
ed to the cavalry, aud In one of the charges of
those villanous Cossacks, q stroke from lance
deprived me of my fingers. But" and the old
veterans eye shone with the old battle light,
"my sabre finished him, cir. All, those Cos
sacks we're the most splendid horsemen that
ever saw, but they were afraid of Murat's cav.
airy, after all" And the old soldiers mind
wandered back to that terrible retreat from the
burning capital of the Russians, surrounded by
the infexble rigors of Russian winter, and
harrassed day and night by thoee furious onsets
OF Cossack cavalry-those wild and daring chill.
dren OF the plains. N =. M
"This, sire, was done at Lodi" exhibiting q
terrible scar upon his left shoulder, made by q
grape shot
"And this" barring the calf of his left leg,
showing the track of bullet through and
through it, "was done at Arcola"
"This sabre-cut upon my head was received
at Austerlitz, and 30 was this, sire," tenderly
holding up the Cross of the Legion of Honor
bestowed upon him by Napoleon for special SER
vice on that bloody field. ,.,e
And thus the old battle-scared veteran Will
ed away two pleasant hours--hours fraught with
nrnnA and L-sl rD-r--