The Memphis union appeal. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1862-1862, 1862-07-20
LOVE AND LOTTERY.


Theodore d Estainville found himself, at TWEEN
ty-one, walking in the gardens of the Luxem-
bourg without the smallest coin of the realm
in his pocket. He was subaltern in a regi-
ment Of huzzars, had served in the last years
OF Napoleon, and had received two slight
wounds, two crosses, and was in a fair way to
become a ield-marshal, when Charles X. was
sent into exile and two-thirds of his regiment
was put upon half-pay. Charles was among
the two-thirds; the world was before him, and
with twenty Napoleons, q handsome figure,
and hundred talents, he came, as every
Frenchman does, on the first opportunity to
Paris. Paris is VIGOROUSLY the centre of the
world, the paradise of women and wits the
region of enchantmsnt, and the spot where
every pleasure is to be had at the lowest price.
Still, even in Paris, men cannot live upon air,
and Charles found his twenty NapoleOns rap
idly diminishing. OF course, it is TO be pre-
sumed that he not without expedents;
what Frenchman ever was and Charles bril-
liant young, and buoyant, tried every expedi-
ent natural to a men of genius. His first was
to ascertain the tenderness of heart and weight
of purse that was to be found among the
heiresses. Among his own countrywomen he
found the tenderness of heart IN treat abund-
ance, but the purse remarkably light---smiles
never fed any man, and signs were his aver
sion. He next tried the English heiresses, but
the day for captures there was past; the ladies
might be tender. and the name of Chevalier,
Marquis, or Count, was irresistible by the
daughters of Irish EaRls and London traders
but the Irish ladies having nothing but their
blood, were determined to sell it dear, and in
sisted on solid settlements in France for inn
aginary estates at home; and the fair daugh-
tiers OF trade we're so watched by hideous aunts
and herculean brothers that the game was not
worth the candle. Rouge ct noir was next
tried. Fortune smiled for one night on her
new votary, and frowned for two; the Napo-
Icons went down faster and faster, until at
length the last portrait of the grand honsnle
was the solitary tenant of the purse of Charles
Theodore {, Dstsinville.l 1t was this discovery
that had sent him TO mediate in the Gardens
of Luxembourg, pleasant place for the last
walk of despairing lovers, and the denli ISOLDE,
where he had his choice of walking a hundred
yards to the right, and blowing out his brains
undisturbed of man, or hundred yards to the
left, and plunging into the Seine, according to
the native style, in the midst of the national
admiration. - -
But while he was bordering on the alterna-
tive, night fell, the wind whistled keenly, and
the bell rang for the closing of the Garden,
and Charles was forced to leave the place of
his philosophy. In going through the streets
he passed by three successive theaters, with
each pang, and never felt the calamity of an
empty purse SO pungently as at that moment.
He now approached the Seine. That mud
diest of rivers looked more muddy than ever,
and Charles naturally shrank from s plunge
which would so effactnaily disfgure him. He
again felt his last Napoleon; and in the hero
ism of his recollections was putting the por-
trait of his great leader to his lips, when the
sudden opening of acafe door, the sound Of the
scraping of fddles, and the hum of voices
within, told him that he might make better
use of both himself and his coin than to bury
either in the Seine, at least for that night A
Frenchman has always two reasons for every
thing, strong one and weak. He gsner
ally gives way first for the weak one On the
rational ground that the strong one will make
way for itself. One of his reasons for determ.
ming to live for at least the next half houl
was, that he owed a weeks rent to his land
lady, which he was bound in honor to dis
charge; and the other was, that he was des
pefakely in love with one of the prettiest girls
in Lyons, an exquisite blonde, who had giver
- him all her heart, but having not sou to give
along with 1t, had pledged herself to val
until Monster Charles should be a colonel. I
was plain that neither of those purposes could
be accomplished if he was to make his bee
that night in the bottom of the Seine. FL,
therefore postponed the performance until q
least he should break the matter to the fair
Euphrasia, IN a billet worthy Of Frenchmar
in despair. ss.s
Ordering Coffee pen ink and paper he sa
down to write. 70 give him clearer view
of the subject, the smart eareon of the cat,
lighted small lamp IN the rather dark boz
into which he had thrown himself and hi
sorrows. He began; dashed off a few senten.
ces of supreme tenderness and then paused
as is usual with, the, most enamored. for !
fresh flow of ideas. The lamp had thrown it,
radiance or snowy mirror and the mirror
had returned the radiance on Charles. Hi
eye caught sight of himself at full length II
the mirror. Few men, Freachmen not exclu
ded, think themselves altogether destitute o
personal charms; and Charles was really ,
handsome figure, such as might captivate Il
possesSor, peculiarly when it was his last look
But why should it be his last look, was III,
thought that glanced into mis- mind. aShal
this classic head, jetty mustachios, exouisit
imperial, and air chivalric 90 for nothing
Are there not hundreds OF maids, wives ant
widows that every week marry monsters com
pAredto this brilliant physiognomy; and an
good for nothing but to be picked up by
fshing-net, laid out in the Morque, and para
graphed In to-morrow's Moniteaer? Some
thing must be tried"
But that something has formed the dificult-
OF heroes and geniuses since the beginning 0
the world. While he paused he was strncl
with the voice of Jew Rabbi. who ha,
marched from the further end of the cat,
offering the tickets of lottery, in which tn
prlses were bons-6oas. The sound caught hi
ears, and the idea flashed into his head Xix
lightning. "A lottery why, every thing
done BY lottery--the worlds lottery-For
tune Is lottery commission in the hussar
are lottery-the throne is q lottery, II, WHO
Louis Philippe has only drawn the first prizc
Marriage is lottery; why, then, should mo
husbands be lottery2 Why should drow,
. myself, when could be drawn for bv half tb
females of France, make some pretty woma
the happiest Of the happy, and make mysel
rich into the bargain.
~ he threw aside his paper, called the Jev
y into the box, found, by few leading question
that he was Jew who knew the world