Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1861-09-12
From the Chicago journal, 4th.


Last evening there occurred one OF those
VIII not soon be forgotten by our illustrious
visitor, albeit the tender recolleetons thereof
may not be of long duration with one of the
parties interested, whose gray hairs will ere
long be moistened by the cIanmy dews Of
death. Lorenz llarte, relic of the grand
army OF the first Napoleon, now an innate of
the Cook county poor house had an interview
with Prince Napoleon. County Agent Han
son, learning the wish OF the old soldier, kind
ly 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 ushered into the august
presence. The prince arose to receive his
remarkable guest. There they stood for
a moment looking each other in the
tace,-the second heir TO the French
crown and the SCARED and bronzed vet
eran of score of battles. Advancing. the
Prince grasped the old mans hand, and con
Quoting INN to seat, spoke SO kindly that the
veterans heart overlooked and he burst into
tears. 10 those at all acquainted with the
history OF the Napoleonc dynasty, neither the
kindness OF the prince nor The emotion of the
Old soldier would be wondered at All such
well know the remarkable power that the first
Napoleon held upon the affections of his sol
diers, as well as The wild and uncontrollable
ldoatry manifested by the latter toward tie
former upon all occasions, whether in victory
or defeat. In that interview yesterday the
veteran fought his battles DER again. The
prince questioned him, and listened with glis-
tenlnS eye to the recital OF those thrilling in
cldenls which ever had as their hero a Napo
leon. The quick eye of the prince noticed the
absence OF three fingers from one OF the sol.
dier's hands,
Where did you lose your fin. ers %
'ln the retreat from Moscow. | was at.
tached to the cavalry, and in one of the
charges OF those villanous CosSacks, a stroke
from lance deprived me OF my fingers. But"
and the old veterans eye shone with the old
battle light, my sabre finished him, sire All.
those Cossacks were the most splendid horse
men that l ever saw, but they were afraid of
Murat'S cavalry, after all. !" And the old SOL
dler,s mind wandered back to that terrible re.
treat from the burning capital of the Russias.
surrounded by the intexbe rigors of a Rus.
sian winter, and hsrrassed day and night
by those furious onsets OF Cossack cavalry
those wild aud daring children OF the plains.
This, SIRE was done at Lodi" exhibiting a
terrible scar upon his LETT shoulder, made by a
grape shot,
And this" barring the calf of his left leg,
showing the track OF bullet through and
through 1t, was done at Arcola.'
This sabre cut on my head was received
at AuslerlIz and so was this, sire" tenderly
holding up the Cross of the Legion of Honor
bestowed upon him by Napoleon for special
service on that bloody field.
Aud thus the old battle-scarred veteran
whiied away two pleasant hours hours fraught
with proud and tender recollections TO both
prince and soldier and when the veteran
arose to go he blessed the munfcence OF the |
prince, Which had pressed a welfied purse |
INTO ms hand, aud given him assurance that la
oe"e France had not forgotten her veterans,
and that liberal pension should be provided |
for him.