Litchfield enquirer., 1869-12-09

H1e away from France I am neither 2 maoman nor a fool when I believe myself to be the nephew of the reigning king. the brother of the. QatGhess d' 'Aneonleme. and supposed to have died in the Temple five and twenty years ago. have more than personal resemblance, marks upon my body, and early recollections to confirm the truth of the statement
 The effect of this bold announcement almost certainly involving arrest and i'm. prisonment to the speaker-was electric. The company present was composed of the better class, and nearly all were legiti- mlsts. There was no appearance of bra vado or insanity in the man. He was ready to answer all questions and submit to rig. orous inspection.
 '' It is the old story of being smuggled out of the Temple, of the substitution o another child, of hurried escape from France, of foreign bringing up under an assumed name, and of the recalling early impressions. know this as we'll as you. know, too, what risk; but facts are none the less real because falsehoods have been manufactured to resemble them; and dan gers do not destroy truth. tell you, gen tlemen, that am no other than the Due de Normandie, son of Louis the Sixteenth by Marie Antoinette."
 As matter of course, so open an an- nouncement made by a new claimant for the throne, reached the ears of the officials, and Naundorf was arrested; but govern ment failed to bring him to trial. The reasons were never made known, and am- pie room was left for suspicion. He was permitted to escape to England, where, for several years he was employed in scientific labors relating to -projectiles, at Chelsea and Camberwell. He was man of abili- ", ana deIuded mauy to believe lu nim, uy whose credulity he lived. He wrote an au- toblography; was once shot at Tn the out, as he walked his horse through Rot ten Row, as the Duke of Normandy, and was not unfrequently before police ma gistrate for quarrels with his daughter.
 "Your name, please?" asked MT. Jus. tice Norton, of the shabbily dressed wo- man who was making complaint of i'll treatment by her father, and requesting a warrant to be issued for his arrest "Your name first, if you please?" "Princesse Esise de Bourbon!'' "And your father s?" ''Ls Due de Normandie, Dauphin de Fance!'' "And, princesse, do you ask me to arrest the duke? Think of. the scandal"-put in that tone of mock seriousness which Mir. Magistrate Norton was master of, and which settled half the quarrels brought be- fore him.. The appeal was successful, but the "princesse' departed without urgin 6 the issue of the warrant. Naundorf final ly left England, maintained a precarious living in Holland for some months, and at last died in Delft, in 1841. - -C The sixth and last Pretender to the throne of France surpasses all his prede- cessors, not less by his consequential req. sonings than his consummate impudence. His claims are but recently published He, poor man, is dead-died ten years ago last May, in London; but his two eldest sons have put out 8 book during the pres- ent year, in which they demand recogni- tion for their father, and appeal for sym 1! pathy for themselves as the only veritable Simon pure Bourbons, in male tale, from the Grand Monarque. Its very title is re- freshing:
 "THE AUTHENTIC HISTORICAL MEMOIRS OF LOUIS CHARLES, PRINCE ROYAL, DAU- PHIN OF FRANCE, SECOND SoN OF LOUIS XVI AND MARIE ANToINErrE; WHO, SUISSE. oUENTLY TO OCTOBER, 1793, PERsoNATED, THROUGH sUPPosIrITIoUs MEANS, AUGUSTUS MEvEs. Ihe Memoirs aoriAen by Me cerita- bJe Louis XVII, and dedicated to tue French Mutton. Ihe Compilation and Comuenta1y by his t,co sons, William and Augustus Meoes, Ridgway."
 Let us tell the mans story as briefly as possibie:
 In 1918 there was living at Shoreditch, in London, a portrait painter named James Moves, man of cleverness, forehanded, and good liver, who was then on the sha- dy side of sixty. Eating too heartily of lobster salad for supper, he was attacked of ;~h% xu;k <&e l before morning. One paragraph of his will ran thus l leave to my natural reputed son. Augustus Antoine Cornelius Moves, born in the year 17S5, ......... the half of all my property" This Augustus, who is the "Pretender" number six, never having heard himself thus designated before, ap- pealed to his mother, Mrs. Moves" who was living apart from her husband. "Why am called my fathers natural reputed' child :? Was not born in wedlock :? Is there any doubt that I am g lineal descen- dant of the Moves family ?" The lady was indignant. Illegitimacy of the son tainted the mother. It was D t to be en- dured. At all hazards the truth should be told were she under tenfold obligations to | be silent. "Yes, my dear Augustus, you are the fruit of lawful marriage but you are not the son of the late MT. Moves, nor are you mine. You owe your existence to those unfortunate sovereigns whom serY- ed for many years, Louis the Sixteenth and Marie Antoinette. You were smuggled out of the Temple in bundle of linen, and l gave my own son in your place. He, too, was surreptitiously taken away, and deai and dumb lad, son of an English charwo- man, who really died in the Temple as Louis the Seventeenth, took his place."
 When this revelation was made Mir. Me yes was thirty-three years of age. He was confounded. The Prussian princess who I received from four of the duchesses at Pc. ter the Greats court the same answer to the very natural question, "Is that your baby ?' "Le Csar ma fat Phonneur de nse faire cet enfant," could hardly have been more incensed or astonished. He did not want the new honor thrust upon him. The Bourbons were his aversion. Moves had he been and Moves he desired to be but the alternative between the Legitimate son of king and the natural son of 8 portrait painter prevailed. He accepted the sltua- tion, and tried. during the rest of his life, to confirn. It. I At the time of the decease of Moves, se- nior, there was a younger brother of his living at Long Acre. He had been valet | in a noble family, and then tradesman, living now in prudent way upon his say ings. Augustus did the sensible thing in consulting him. He did not believe word l of the story. 5s . gAz-y T Afx4 <~GI l..