The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1865-03-29

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How we'll her instincts told her that
Che thine was rapidly approaching when
that ambition would make him pitt hei
away Then came the close of the CAM
paign of 1909, and she saw that the hoal
was approaching still nearer that was te
seal both their fates. There was no long
er the confidence of the past betweer
them no longer the seeking of sympa-
thy and advice.
It was the goth of November, 1909
and the court was especially gay, in hon.
or of the visit of the King of Saxony,
Josephine sat at the window of her bou-
ldior, looking out on the river, when she
heard step at the door, and rose to re-
ceive Napoleon, who caught her in his
arms with more of an olden time embrace
than she had known for months. She led
him to the sofa on which she had been
sitting, and seated herself by his side.
For few moments there was silence, and
he spoke:
Josephine, you have been weeping.
Are you unhappy 2"
"No, sire! ! not with you"
Nonsense Josephine whom do you
call sire ? OF late you are making these
forms overshadow all our happiness.
"Then, why should they not be for
gotten by both You have now reached
that point of ambition that should con-
tent you. Will you turn the unquiet god
from your bosom, and own your own hap-
lpincss?'' ets,
You misunderstood me, lady" he
said, quickly rising from his seat, ard
leaning against the window. "I am seek
ing nothing for myself, but everything fer
France
at is for France, Napoleoh," she said
drawing close to his side and taking his
hand in hers, "that you would put away
from you not only true wife, But a true
friend. Think not that / have been
blind, sire, to this. My alarmed heart
has told me all and believe me, that
am offering not protest to your will, but
oh, sire examine we'll your heart before
you act |" -
He stood silent while she was speak
ing, and then, with face turned full Upon
the streaming moonlight, he drew away
his hands. She went on:
/" And oh, sire, believe me, that though
am to leave your throne and your side
shall never cease to love you, too deeply
for my peace. Therefore it is that
plead that you will look we'll into 5eul
heart before you yield your future to bad
counsels."
He drew quickly from the wiadoM ant
walked forward to the centre of tn,
room.
I YOU cannot s5mpathize with me
madam I act only with reason. TIL
good of an individual must yield to tn
good of France. FAREWELL"
Stop p said she; and Josephin
stepped quickly across the room ant
caught his arm, drawing him as she dil
so again to the window. !" Do you Sc
that star?p and she pointed to one q
marked brightness. "That is my destiny
By it you have risen. To it was promis
ed throne. Through me you have ac
complished it; part from me and yor
fall. Yes, fall to die in sorrow, neglec
and exile Remember this, Napoleon
and retnenher these words when it is to,
late to recall the act that no words Q
mine can prevent"
Napoleon gazed almost in terror at hel
who stood like prophecies gazing ou
with eyes of FIRE upon the heavens, an
then with heart clouded almost to sick
ness, he turned away and left the roor
without word.
! Ten days passed before he had hery
to strike the blow that broke the golde
chain that bound them, and from that me
ment, as he afterwards acknowledged a
st. Helena, the fall of Napoleon begal
until he died broksn-he exile upo
. an island in mid
. DIsaRAcEFUL.-The humiliating spec
tasle presented by the Yice-Presiden
9 johnson, at the Inauguration ceremon,
e and the puerils and contemplate addres
of the President, Mr.. Lincoln, were nc
the only marked incidents of the day.
The Washington correspondent of tt
: New York Erpress thus notices it,
THE DAY FOR THE NEGROES.
: The negroes were thick in the Capito
!; Inauguration day, and Saturday nigh
were numerous in the White House,
the exclusion of hundreds and hundred
Of white Republicans, who had come hun
I I.drcds of, miles to see the scene. II
d crowd about the White House was
great that the whole block, at one tim
). was filed with white mon, and womel
!. and negroes, unable to get in.
k THE oldest journal in the world is pil
I llished in Pekin. 1t Is. printed on sil
land has appeared every week for me
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